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Posts from the ‘fiction’ Category

What Happened Here?

A flash fiction story about a break-in.

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Zodiac Killer

San Francisco Police Department [Public domain]

Zodiac Killer had struck too many times

It was up to the detectives to solve these crimes

Endless nights of no sleep

Waiting for a clue if only a peep

This went on for many, many years

Bringing families’ no closure, just tears

©Susan Zutautas 2019

This was written for Weekend Writing Prompt #106 Prompt: ZODIAC

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The Tree Fort

A 99 word flash fiction using tree as the prompt.

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Grass On The Other-Side

A short story about a boy and his dad being impoverished then finding hope.

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Growing Older – Flash Fiction

Image from Pixabay

Joan was the lively one with the most energy in her group of friends but lately it seemed she was starting to slow down.

Partying was no longer her choice for a fun evening. Now content to stay home and watch TV. She never dreamt she’d see this day come when she was younger.

Getting up in the morning some days were painful on her joints. She could no longer kneel on the floor let alone sit on the floor like she always did before. Afraid that if she got down, she’d never get back up.

Growing older sucks.

©Susan Zutautas 2019

This was written for a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch.

How Did I Get This Old – Flash Fiction

Growing older

Growing wiser

Kids are grown and gone

Bones are aching

Back is breaking

Arthritis settling in

Many memories to enjoy

When I can remember them

Retired early

Now I’m squirrely

But writing is my thing

Gray hairs are abundant

Get new ones every day

Always looking forward

To the month of May

Cataracts developing

Sight is getting worse

I really think the eye doctor

Put on me, a curse

Look forward to my naps

Each day at three

If I didn’t have them

I’d be cranky as can be

So, let it be told

I am old

 

©Susan Zutautas 2019

This was written for a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch.

The Nagging Mother

spooky museum

Image by PublicDomainPictures from Pixabay

The lights dimmed slowly as the caretaker of the museum was locking everything up for the night. Everyone had gone home except for him. Mr. Whipple loved this alone time. The room that he believed was his was at the back of the building. It was actually a room that  was used for storage of miscellaneous things. No one knew but he secretly slept here quite often.

On this particular night he stood at the Dutch door gazing in. He was thinking that it might be a good time to give his room a once over as the cobwebs were abundant.

Startled by an image of a woman standing off to the side of him he gasped. Was he really seeing  a ghost?

“Mother is that you?”

“Yes my son, I’ve been hanging around here waiting for you to stop by. You should be ashamed of yourself for the state of this room. I suggest you get busy tonight and get it spic and span clean as it’s not fit for anyone to live in.”

“Yes mother,” he sighed.

Even after death she was still henpecking him.

©Susan Zutautas 2019

This short story was written for a challenge over at The Haunted Wordsmith

Childhood Problems

What do you see May 7th

Hello tree

Can you see me?

I’m standing right in front of you

I’m very scared and very blue

I ran away from home you see

Really don’t know what’ll become of me

I’m standing here, the lake behind me

If I slip I’ll wrap my arms around thee

I don’t know what I’m going to do

I wish I could live here with you

My mother died and dad remarried

My life has become harried

I really don’t want her in our lives

She’s always hitting me on my behind

Why did my mother have to go

I truly, truly miss her so

A thought just came to me

I’ll go to my grandmother and  I’ll see

If she and I can live happily

Thank you, Mr. Tree

I’m so glad you listened to me

I feel much better now, so I’ll let you be

 

©Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This poem was written for What Do You See. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Walk in the Park

Taking our time meandering around

No pressures to be found

Nice warm sunny day

In the merry month of May

Children playing at the park

Dogs here and there, listen to them bark

Families all having fun

A wonderful day to just sit out in the sun

 

©Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This was written for Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi. Using the word meander write a poem, prose or short story using only 47 words.

No Lions Sleep Tonight – Flash Fiction

 

One scorching sunny morning everyone gathered together by the Quiver tree, deep in the forest to discuss the shortage of food.

Leo starts the meeting with, “Good morning” to the pride.

“Tonight, we will go and hunt a zebra. I spotted a dazzle last night and if we’re quick and stealth there won’t be a problem.”

“Papa, papa, can I come too for the hunt?”, said Leo’s cub.

“Yes, I think it is a fine time for you to join us, time to develop your sisu.”

“Okay all, we’ll meet back here at dusk, don’t be late,” said Leo.

 

©Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This short story was written for a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch. In 99 words no more, no less, write a story or poem using the word sisu.

Sisu is a Finnish concept of enduring strength, the ability to consistently overcome.