A Different Season #FridayFictioneers

“Best to hide under the nose of the enemy, I suppose,” I said. “Must have passed ten department stores on my way here.”
She glanced up from her tea. “The doctors go where the sick people are”.
“So how’s the plan going, anyway? I’m still seeing lots of commercials blaring ‘buy stuff’ and nothing seems different.”
She held up a device. “As soon as I press this button, cell phones will go out for a hundred miles in every direction.”
“That works. I already took care of Amazon,” I said.
“Good. Let’s finish ruining Christmas.”

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I held commercialism in contempt when I was younger; back when thinking like that was cool and I didn’t really know anything about the world anyway.  Now it’s even more oppressive.  It’s worked its way even into my own thoughts and desires.  The worst is to watch as my daughters look around themselves and absorb it without knowing any different.  Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.

I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer.  The weekly photo that inspired this story is below (courtesy Marie Gail Stratford).

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Quickening #FridayFictioneers

When my wife opened our window for the first time, a quick little sparrow rushed into our room and fluttered about. I stepped back for a minute, then went to catch her. As I closed in I confess I was thinking of cups of seeds, a little perch; a wicker cage. But my wife put her hand on my shoulder and said, “Consider the little children as they line up with solemn faces, then flash down from Heaven quick as lightning.”

I stepped back again, and the sparrow flew back outside–light and quick as breath.

Yes! It may be every other week but I’m still in the game. I’m voyaging in the brave new world of posting using the WordPress app on my phone, which is why the photo prompt is not appearing. If you’re curious, though, you can see it at the link below:

https://rochellewisoff.com/2017/10/11/6-october-2017/myna-bird/

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To Inherit the Earth #FridayFictioneers

They always had liquor cabinets, but this one really took the cake. I mean, top shelf stuff. There was no ice in the freezer – but then again, there hadn’t been much ice for about 7 years now. No matter. Scotch was best drunk off the rocks anyway.
I poured myself a hefty tumbler and raised my glass to the pair of empty shoes in the kitchen. “Thank you, whoever you are, for the Earth. Wherever you are right now, my friend, rest assured we’re doing just fine down here.”

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It’s finally happened…I’ve turned 100,000 (in binary)!  Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.

I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer.  The weekly photo that inspired this story is below.  Photo prompt is copyright Sarah Potter.

 

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Buy Bread, Alone #FridayFictioneers

It took him a few minutes to decide what to wear to the bakery.
He went with a clean cut look in the end: something Ralph Lauren with a collar.
Then he was on the sidewalk and doing his best to casually open the bakery door.
She was behind the counter, smiling at him.
“Nice day, huh?”
“Wha-yeah, beautiful,” he said.
He didn’t see the note until he got home; it was stuffed under the sourdough.
“Man does not live by bread alone,” she had written. Below it, a phone number.

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The photo prompt reminded me of living completely on my own for the first time.  It was over the summer in Seattle, and I was 19.  I didn’t have any flings with a baker, but I do recall how even going to the grocery store was novel.  And in general, life was filled with the sort of giddy promise that is the sole purview of the teenagers and the young twentysomethings.  Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.

I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer.  The weekly photo that inspired this story is below.

Image is copyright Kelvin M. Knight.

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Sere Genesis #FridayFictioneers

It began when I climbed the low basalt hill at the edge of town.  I found a cave halfway up the side, you see. The weird thing is, now I keep having to go back. And I just can’t shake the feeling that when I step inside, someone else joins me from the depths.   To top it all off, I found a notebook filled with words on the night stand this morning.  The handwriting was mine.
Here’s how it began:
“In the beginning, the world was without form, and void; brilliant light shone across the desert.”

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When I have an hour or so to myself, I run from my front door to the row of volcanoes on the west edge of town.  This particular one is the closest, and it really does have a cave in the side.  It’s a small lava tube, and the entrance is under the bump on the right side of the hill.  On the day I took this photo, storm clouds were all around and the light was unearthly.  There are no atheists in the desert, I suppose.  Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.

I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer.  The weekly photo that inspired this story is below.  It’s mine, and in the creative commons:

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Feeling Light #FridayFictioneers

He wove the wires around the bolts and turned them once; she jumped.
“What is this? Some sort of flame?” she asked.
He smiled in the strange white light.
“This, my love, is called electricity.” Then he reached into his pocket.
He opened his hand, and she picked up the ring of bright gray metal. She gasped.
“What is this? It’s so light!”
“A ring.” He smiled. “It’s made of aluminum metal.”
“Aluminum..you are so full of surprises,” she murmured, and pulled him close.
“You don’t even have to ask. The answer’s yes!”

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I return after two weeks!  Better than two years, right?   My wife suggested the idea for this story, but I washed it in my standard post apocalyptic worldfeel.  Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.

I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer.  The weekly photo that inspired this story is below:

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Weight and Weightlessness #FridayFictioneers

“So, what, you screwed up your life and now you’re a mover?”
Jim glanced at the teenager lounging against the barren wall. “Nice thought, kid, but no. I chose this job.”
“Chose, huh?”
Jim wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. “See how empty your house is, now?”
The boy shrugged.
“So is your new one — until your things arrive. Then you settle.”
“So, what? I don’t get it.”
Jim laughed. “I work like a dog for three months, then I spend the rest of the year driving around in my camper.  I just never settled, you know?”

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I have had my fair share of moving.  Just the sight of those boxes makes me anxious.  In any case, I hope the dusty soil of New Mexico (my home state) will let me take root for a while at last.  Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.

I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer.  The weekly photo that inspired this story is below:

 

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