Today’s Friday Fiction is a Flash! Friday prompt.
The Sea Horse. Photo and sculpture by Jeffro Uitto; used by permission.
This is all Jess has left of her husband, father, and brother, her boys as she called them.
They worked on the sculpture of her favorite childhood horse for nearly a year. Her father would inevitably find something wrong with it. And in the beginning Alex, Jess’s husband, never saw the problem.
“It’s gotta be perfect,” Continue reading
I’ve still got a few more letters to catch up before the Blogging A to Z Challenge is over. The letter ‘J’ was Day 10 and was supposed to be my Friday Fiction. I had the story percolating since before then, but I had one stipulation. It had to be a piece of micro fiction. And I went with Twitter fiction. 140 characters no more no less.
Justice is my name.
They wanted justice and in two days 5 hours they would have justice.
Justice was his name, but justice never served him.
Simon knew he had to press through the pain.
That medal.
The gold.
It would be his. No matter what.
He got a cramp in his leg and he was determined it wasn’t going to stop him. Simon grabbed his water bottle and a salt tablet from his running bag and pressed on. He had a sort of run limp, which slowed him down and hoped the water and salt tablet would start working before his nearest rival, Drake, caught up to him. Continue reading
Today’s Blogging A to Z Challenge post is inspired by The WordPress Daily Post: Tell us about a time when you fought authority and took a stand against “the man.” Did you win?, and today’s Letter is I.
For as long as I can remember I’ve been a fighter. I fought my mother in utero. According to her whenever she smoked, I would kick the living daylights out of her till it hurt. I fought death at a mere 18 months and again some 30 years later. Fought my own battles with teachers and school administrators.
I remember a meeting with one teacher and my parents and she said that I was insolent. I had no idea what that meant, so when I got home I looked it up.
Insolent: boldly rude or disrespectful; Continue reading
This weeks Friday Fiction is brought to you by the photo prompt below and Flash! Friday. Enjoy! and have a great weekend.
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She lay cying in a fetal positing in the bike tunnel. Asking why. Begging him to stay. Telling him she needed him. They needed him.
Jacob knelt down and gave her one last hug and kiss and whispered. “No. You don’t need me anymore. You’ll soon realize that.” He looked her in the eyes and smiled, “And besides, if I remember correctly, you told me yesterday you couldn’t wait til I was gone.”
As he stood he told her, “I came to do what needed to be done. It’s done and I have to go now.”
She jumped up and threw her arms around him, “But . . .”
“No worries.”
Jacob helped her steady herself on her bicycle. Once she reached the tunnel entrance she turned and waved. “We’ll miss you.”
Straightening the basket and smoothing the streamers she played the tune he taught her on the bicycle bell, and with each chord the memory of Jacob faded.
Word Count: 154
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