Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Ben was patient. He could wait.
No couples or guys. Girls or little kids or moms were best. He could outrun them.
His back ached but he’d wait. For the perfect target.
SPLAT!
Shock. Fear. Relief. Then anger or laughter.
Run or bow? That space of unknown. That moment. Perfection.
This 280 character tale about *The Water Balloon Bandit was inspired by Kat’s Twittering Tale challenge.
Twas fun to write but I think that Ben may benefit from some therapy!
Cover Photo by Nathan Dumlao at Unsplash.com
Its big eyes just stared unblinking for a minute. “What do you call yourself?” the Fawn said at last.
Its tone surprised me. Such a soft sweet voice it had! Oozed like honey. Regret briefly crossed my mind. I pushed it back. “Doesn’t matter.” I replied. “I’m just following orders.”
This 50 word piece of Flash Fiction was inspired by the 50 word Thursday Challenge. Hosted this week by Tales from the mind of Kristian
Here’s the picture
And here are the words:
`What do you call yourself?’ the Fawn said at last. Such a soft sweet voice it had! – Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll
Metaphor? Simile? Musing as she stared. The future is a swirling suck hole. The future is like a swirling suck hole. Same diff. Either way we’re doomed.
Metaphorically tipping her hat to end-times, she cranked Bikini Kill.
Drowning out the lie. “Fear not we come in peace.”
I clearly am reveling in the dark this week! Thanks to Kat’s Twittering Tales Challenge for inspiring this 279 character story.
God she was exhausted. The constant questions. The scrutiny. Knowing she was being judged. Constantly. About every single thing.
Her friends had tried to warn her but she didn’t listen. “It’s not like I’m new at this this.” Her naïve arrogance dripping off her words. But California isn’t like New York they insisted.
Now she believed. Too late.
What it would feel like to escape it all? Just run. Dive in. Sink. Just rest.
Free? Quiet?
“Ms. Emma? … Ms. EMMA!”
The kids weren’t even the worst. It was the parents. Private school teacher in Malibu. Worst decision ever.
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Inspired by the beautiful photo prompt courtesy of Sandra Cook via Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners Challenge and by Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge. As a former teacher, the first thing I thought when I saw the word prompt “exhaustion” was teaching! Don’t get me wrong, I loved it BUT exhausted I often (always) was!
The probing light didn’t break her desperate silence but it did reveal her silent secret.
This 15 word story was inspired by the photo prompt from Ronda Del Boccio courtesy of Rochelle’s always fun Friday Fictioners Challenge AND Sammi’s challenge to write about “silence’ in exactly fifteen words. For me, the photo and the idea of silence seemed a perfect match, so here we are …. 🙂
Tina Stewart Brakebill 