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Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

Finally

Tina Stewart Brakebill

The house was quiet.

Finally.

The loud click of the lock had echoed in her mind for just a moment as she shut out the last of the stragglers. But the constant stream of words had stopped.

Finally.

No more kind-hearted souls urging her to “eat something.” No more obsequious parishioners offering her sympathy and prayers. No more polite policeman asking stupid questions. No more of his exacting demands for unattainable perfection. No more of her internal screams of anguish. No more.

Finally.

She gazed out the window. His final view offering her an open road to the future.

Finally.  

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

The attempts at unblocking my writer’s block seems to be have channeled me to the dark side! Thanks Rochelle and Sandra for the inspiration for this 100 word ode to revenge or maybe regret or possibly hope. The reader can decide. Visit her site for more info on the Friday Fictioneers challenge. 

19 September 2025

 

 

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

The Ear Worm

Tina Stewart Brakebill

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Wow. The line is out the door. I guess dying young will do that. Everyone you know is still alive.  

At least it’s not raining.  

Finally. Through the door! Damn. It’s like the line for Space Mountain. At least there’s music. Hmmm? What’s that song?  

What a Wonderful Life.  

That’s perfect. I love this song.  

Wait. Are they playing it again?

🎵 I see trees of green

… 🎶

Again?!

🎵

AGAIN!

🎵 

I HATE THIS SONG.

🎶 red roses too 🎵 

Finally.  

“I am sorry for your loss.”

Done!

Sweet Silence.    

…

Hummm … 🎶 “what a wonderful world” 🎵 

NO!!!

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Photo by Tabitha Mort on Pexels.com

This 102 word FF about a song was written for Sammi’s Challenge. Click here for details and more writing.

It’s loosely based on an actual visitation experience.

PSA for today: DON’T DRINK AND DRIVE!!!

 

 

 

 

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

The Breakwater

Tina Stewart Brakebill

She sat on the breakwater and hoped the sound of the waves would soothe her. His words hadn’t. “In between the clover and the dampened earth.” That’s how the minister described it. Sounded poetic. Nicer than “here’s where we buried her body.” But that was reality. Ma was dead. And no pretty words were going to change that.  

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PHOTO CREDITS TO MY FAVORITE HUSBAND

I’ve been a bit morbid lately. Perhaps I’m feeling my own mortality. Or maybe it’s the side effect of living in Trump’s world. But thankfully my own mum is alive and well, so this really is fiction. Therefore much thanks for the inspiration to the following:

Sammi Scribbles Weekend Prompt which was to use the word “breakwater” in exactly 58 words (accomplished!)

And to Putting My Feet in the Dirt for the beautiful phrase “in between the clover and the dampened earth.”

And to Linda’s SoCS challenge using the word or partial word of “ma.”

Visit their sites if you haven’t. They are FAB!

 

 

 

 

 

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

Their Home

Tina Stewart Brakebill

She sat at the edge of the stream and stared at the house. Their home.

The tumbling water reminded her of a song. She could hear the melody in her head. But the words just wouldn’t come. It’s not fair. Songs are not her department. TV shows and historical facts. But not songs. That’s his lane.

He’s supposed to be here. He would know.

But he’s no longer here. Or there. In that house that was their home.

For just a moment she was overwhelmed by anger. Then frustration. But that stupid song would have to wait.

It was time.

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Photo Credit to Brian Brakebill (who thankfully is still very much with me and continues to inspire me with his photos) 

Inspired by and written for Friday Fictioners and the PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson with some further inspiration from Reena’s Exploration Challenge (home) and Fandango’s FOWC (melody) and Your Daily Word Prompt (overwhelm)