Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

Cassie & Nessie (Part II)

I didn’t plan a Part II but when the muse strikes …. You can find the original Cassie & Nessie here.

And now the story continues …

Not for the first time, Liam stared at Cassie and wondered if being in a coma was like dreaming.

Months had passed since they found her floating face-down in the Loch. And still no indication that she was ever going to surface again. Sad? Yes. But, really, probably for the best.

She had spent the past twenty years researching. Believing. And then the story broke.

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 Photo Credit: C.E. Ayr

She had been so angry.

Screaming at him. Accusing him of betraying her for money. Screeching really. It had NOT been attractive. Ugly really.

Earsplitting shrieking. “Nellie’s not a commodity. She’s not for sale!” So obsessed with that damn fish. So worried that the publicity would endanger Nessie.

And now. This.

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It would break her heart.

Plus he couldn’t be sure she hadn’t seen him at the Loch that day.

She looked so lovely now. It really would be best if she never surfaced.  

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Photo by Engin Akyurt on Pexels.com

Thanks to Crimson’s Creative Challenge for providing the photo by Crispina Kemp. I’m not sure what the photo actually depicts but to me it was poor Nessie’s bones. (And it comes in at a tight 147 words.)

And thanks for additional push to One Daily Prompt (believe)

And of course a big thanks to the original inspiration, a Friday Fictioners challenge from last month and the photo by C.E. Ayr.

Flash Fiction, History, tutto e niente

Dearest John

May 30, 1893

Dearest John.

It finally arrived. I was scared that it wouldn’t get here in time for your birthday but it came on the train yesterday. Daddy will be angry but there’s nothing he can do about it now. When I saw our names together I fell to my knees. I love you so much. We talked so much about leaving this place. Being together. Going someplace where daddy couldn’t stop us. Then you left me. Alone. But daddy can’t stop us now. In death, we can be connected forever.

Till tomorrow my love.  

Always Your Cora

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This 99 words of completely unsubstantiated fiction (based on a real headstone) was written for Carrot Ranch’s FF challenge.

If you haven’t done so, check them out. Twas fun! Especially for this historian who loves to write about long-dead women!

Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

Winter Comes

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Nature’s scythe forsaking fall      

Fractured and formless

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This is dedicated to my northern family and friends enduring their second (or is it their third?) early snowfall of the year. Florida has its faults (and boy this summer was HOT and LONG) but aaaaahh the winters are SWEET.

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Bike/Skyway Bridge photo courtesy of author’s awesome spouse. 

Thanks to the following for the inspiration for this haiku. Visit their sites for info on the prompts and for some great writing.

Sue’s snow photo prompt and Putting my Feet in the Dirt’s word prompt (fractured and formless) and Heeding Haiku for asking me to think about seasons and Autumn’s end.

Flash Fiction, History, tutto e niente

The Final Scavenger Hunt

This was it. The trail ended here. Back at grand-dad’s old place. Not sure how he managed it from his sick-bed but it was just like him. A final hunt. Pit us against each other. Bastard. He’s probably watching. From hell. Laughing.

Enough with the reminiscing. I needed to find that key. What was that last clue?

I won’t be foiled again. Mighty he may be but today the laughs on me.

I tried to calmly scan the basement. Foiled? Aluminum, maybe. No.

Then it hit me. A rare happy memory. Oil Can Harry!

“Coises!” I’m gonna be rich.

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This fun flash fiction (100 words exactly) was inspired by the PHOTO PROMPT © Nick Allen provided by Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners.

With a little extra boost from FOWC (trail)

And a special assist from Mighty Mouse’s chief bad guy Oil Can Harry.

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