Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

YOUR SERVE

YOUR SERVE.

The umpire’s ruling rang in my ears as it triggers an endless overlapping loop in my mind: I am in control, this is why I practice, treasure this moment, unless you blow it, I won’t, you might, I can’t, gratitude, I need to channel gratitude, this is my chance, someday I’ll tell stories about this moment, I’ve got to shoot my shot, I won’t blow it, I will not blow it.

The whistle blows time and I swallow my last chug of Gatorade.

It tastes slightly medicinal or maybe that’s just the bitter edge of my nerves as I step onto the court and take my shot.

Boy oh boy, that serve had some extra spice on it folks, but was it in or out?

YOUR SERVE.  

Photo by Julia Kuzenkov on Pexels.com

 

Thanks to FOWC (RANG), Sunday’ Six Sentence Story (SPICE), and the Sunday Whirl (SEE BELOW) for some great words that inspired me to show off my lack of tennis (or pickle ball?) knowledge.

 

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

this time

Memories flooded my brain as the smoke from the flickering candle enveloped me. The hint of menthol cigarettes lingering in the air only amplified my déjà vu. My cowardice urged me to turn and run, but before my feet could obey this frantic command the sight of the Two of Swords reminded me of the weight of the choice ahead of me. I couldn’t let one bad incident stop me from seeking guidance. Maybe if I had listened that time, instead of mocking, I would have taken a different road, so instead of taking flight, I sank into the chair. Holding my question in my mind, I shuffled the cards and made a promise to myself:  this time, I would listen, really really listen.

The Two of Swords card, conceptualized by Pamela Colman Smith

I had fun today, creating a six-sentence story and incorporating some additional word prompts that included CARDS, AMPLIFY, CHOICE, and INCIDENT. Visit the site below for more info and more great writing. 

 

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

first dates and pilot lights

As it often did, the whoosh of the burner sent Linda’s mind back. He wasn’t her type, but she had promised her roommate she’d be the fourth for one double date. Standing in her shared college kitchen, he had said “do you mind” as he had casually leaned over the stove and lit a cigarette on the pilot light. Linda had always hated smoking but something about that casual lean gave her a thrill. Now forty years later, the thrill was still there. Thankfully the cigarettes were not.

Photo by Mateusz Feliksik on Pexels.com

 

Thanks for the inspiration to tell a highly fictionalized version of our first date. 

 

 

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, Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

Every day I pass this place …

Every day I pass this place and wonder.

Are you watching over me?

Did your passing change your face?

Does your smile ever reach your eyes?

Did your shattered fragments become whole?

Or are you still laughing as I stumble?

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Not sure exactly what this is–poetry or flash or a weird combo, but thanks for the inspiration to girlie on the edge’s Six Sentence Story Challenge and Crimson’s Creative Challenge.