12/1/09

Flashy Little Bits...

...of Fiction.  Here are my little gems of Flashy Fiction in the last week.  If you're not using you should be.


SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 22, 2009
Sunday Funday
PROMPT:  All of the lights went out.
MY FLASH:  My nerves caused my legs to twitch.  I clutched them under my arms to keep from jerking so hard.
He slowly, cooly returned. “Hi.” His smile curled, slightly on one side more than the other.
“Hey.” My voice creaked, giving way to my nerves.
“Are you ok?” The palm of his hand rested on my bare leg, setting it on fire. The electricity from his touch made me feel seventeen.
“Great,” is all I could manage because he moved his lips inches away from my ear. I could feel his warm soothing breathe on my neck and smell the sweet minty kiss of his lips.
Quietly he whispered in my ear, “Are you ready?”
All of the lights went out.


SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 28,2009
Saturday Slam
PROMPT:  Judy Tate stepped directly in front of the flat screen, hands on hips.  The steely look in her eyes betrayed the smile on her face as she stared at her offspring.


The twins sat up at attention, eyes wide, video controllers stilled.
"I see you've put up the Christmas decorations outside...." she said.

MY FLASH:  Judy Tate stepped directly in front of the flat screen, hands on hips. The steely look in her eyes betrayed the smile on her face as she stared at her offspring. 
The twins sat up at attention, eyes wide, video controllers stilled.
"I see you've put up the Christmas decorations outside...." she said. "Would someone mind telling me how Frosty's nose ended up on Santa's groin?"



SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 29, 2009
Sunday Post


PROMPT:  I look at the beautician. "Chop it all off."


MY FLASH:  I look at the beautician. "Chop it all off." 


I ran my shaky hand through the blond bits of tiny fringe I had left.


The beautician’s nose crinkled in disgust, the usual first reaction when people saw me without my scarf. She corrected her expression and thoughtfully looked at the scissors in her hand.


“You’ll probably need to use the clippers.” I told her. “Just take it all the way down to the scalp.” I gulped down the rise of tears that started to well. I held on as long as I could to my long golden locks but my scattered threads and patches of hair scared me worse than it did my children.


The beautician grabbed the clippers and with a wobbly smile began to shear away at my last strands of life. I choked on the sight of myself, long clumps falling to the abyss of the concrete floor.


The doctor told me it was time to get my affairs in order, so I decided a haircut was long overdue.


[This is dedicated to my best girl whose mother just received the same prescription from her doctor.]


MONDAY, NOVEMBER 23, 2009
Monday Monikers


PROMPT:  "You know, they invented a word for guys like him."
Check out my buddy Diana's little bit of flash.  
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EDIT:  Just in case you are wondering who "The Bomb" is, randomly but I'll take it, it's Gw/1i!  I won the Flashy Fiction random give-a-way this month.  So besides flashing everyone, I got paid to do it.

4 comments :

  1. Wow! Sexy, funny, sad, and then you shared mine you awesome buddy you!

    I loved them all, but my favorite was the Sunday Funday... the line about feeling seventeen is some powerful stuff.

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  2. YOU WON! YOU WON! YOU WON!

    Wendy dances around screaming.

    YOU WON!

    Booyah! Congrats on the win. Random--I think not. I think it's just code for "who rocked the flash house."

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  3. Wahoo! I won?!?! That is soooo awesome!

    Random, you know they just picked me because of my handicap.

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