Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

the hitchhiker

She had been looking for a sign. Was this it? Had the cosmos spread out a tarot reading just for her? She tried to decipher its message, but she was distracted. The man hummed as he cleaned the window shield. What was that song? It seemed so familiar, but the melody struggled against the discordant squeak of the squeegee. She looked at the wall again. Danger. Caution. Dead End. The signs seemed clear. But then she recognized the tune: Let it Go.

Instead of walking away, she opened the car door: “Thanks for the ride.”

Surely, a girl-dad was safe.    

 

 

 

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

A Clever Hen & a Cocky Rooster

Hoping to be alive to see their babies hatch, the cackling bunch of clever hens gathered in the shade of their favorite hutch to hatch a secret plan. But first they argued over whether they should ask that cocky rooster crowing in the yard to join their covert club.

“No,” said Henrietta Hen, “he’ll just claim the floor and crow and crow and crow,” but Mimsy Chicken and her coterie of clucking pullets called for a vote. (They not-so-secretly craved the approval of that cocky crowing rooster.)  Henrietta lost and the cocky rooster took the lead.

Now they’re all poultry.    

dscf0582PHOTO PROMPT © Mr. Binks

Today’s six sentence / 100 word story was doubly inspired by Friday Fictioneers’ fabulous photo and Girlie On the Edge’s Six Sentence word prompt of HATCH. 

Hope you enjoy. 

 

 

 

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

the watchers

They think I can’t see them for what they are. Just because other people pass them by without a thought. Or if they do look, they complain about “spending tax dollars” on public art or wonder if “it” means “something.” Then they just keep walking. But nobody says, “Hey these weren’t here yesterday.” I don’t know why nobody else remembers that. But I do. They’re watching us. I don’t know what they are but now I’m watching them. I can wait too and I’ll .…

Tommy! What are ya gawping at? Come on! I’m hungry! Mom is gonna leave us!    

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PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox

Thanks for the inspiration to Rochelle and Friday Fictioners! 

 

 

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

DRINK ME

Drink Me was her—admittedly, completely unoriginal—first thought.  But really what else does one think when one sees a tiny door. If reading had taught her anything it was that tiny doors lead to magical places full of lovely flowers and great adventures. Intent on finding the beautiful bottle that she knew MUST be nearby, she didn’t see the bark begin to ripple. Sadly, little Allie had forgotten another important lesson about magical doors: they often have guards. Before she could even think “what a curious feeling,” she felt its arms around her. Now it’s her turn to wait.  

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PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind

 

 

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

Next Door Neighbors

“Why do you always think the worst of people? Maybe she had some leftover plants and she thought you might like them. Just a generous neighborly gesture.”

Are you really that stupid? Did you not see the pristine white water can? Or read her Next Door “suggestions” about how some people are not doing their part to “beautify” the neighborhood? It’s clearly a declaration of war.

But instead of saying any of those things, I agreed, “Of course, I’m sure you’re right dear. I’ll be sure to thank her.”

Nothing says thank you like a three-ton delivery of manure.  

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rowena Curtin

Thanks to Rochelle for another great Friday Fictioneers Prompt.