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Tall Tales Flash Fiction

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Image by Monika Schröder from Pixabay 

 

Mama, Mama, my finger hurts, cried Bobby.

Let’s have a look at it. Oh, a little splinter, we must get that out before it festers.

How?

I’ll need my tweezers and magnifying glass but first, we’ll put a little rubbing alcohol on it.

That’s gonna hurt. I think I’ll just keep the splinter.

If we don’t get it out of there it will travel through your body.

Bobby giggles.

Once in your bloodstream, it will travel to your heart and kill you.

Bobby gasps.

Years later, when he was a doctor he’d smile whenever he thought of that splinter.

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

Meg and Ian Flash Fiction

Flash Nov 21

 

Meg, in a daze, was reminiscing about the first time Ian said, “I love you,” She got butterflies, felt intoxicated, and for the first time in her life without a doubt knew he was the one.

Not being able to sleep Meg got up, put on coffee, and ran a hot bath for herself. In ten hours, her life was about to change. Passionate love filled her heart.

Getting dressed, Meg heard her father’s voice and then a light tap at the door. “Come on Hun, I need to get you to the church on time. Are you ready?”

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This was written for November 21st’s Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch.  In 99 words (no more, no less), write a romance.

 

 

Winter Fun – Flash Fiction

This was written for a 99-word flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch.

November 14, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story using storm windows. It can be literal on a house, but also consider other portals, even spaceships or submarines. Can you make it into something new or build a story around something historical? Go where the prompt leads!

Nov 14 flash fiction

 

Winds were horrendous, snow squalls blinded my vision and I was cold to the bone. Couldn’t get the furnace relit and I was afraid the pipes would soon freeze. I had to get outside to turn the handle for the water. Why it was outside was puzzling.

Bundling in my winter outerwear I made it around the corner of the house, wet, heavy snow sticking to my toque and eyelashes.

Underfoot I felt something slippery and looked down trying to see what it was. Then I heard a crack. So, here’s where that storm window went. Dammit, always something.

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

A Brief Encounter – Flash Fiction

Sept 19 flash fiction

 

The sun was shining and there was a soft breeze coming off the lake. I’d laid the blanket down on a grassy knoll. Thinking, tis perfect for a picnic.

When Pat arrived, I had everything set up from the wine, pate, cheese, and crackers to a few slices of pecan pie.

I suppose I should feel guilty, meeting a married man and all but hell it was just a little lunchtime picnic that turned into three hours.

We talked, we laughed, we flirted and then Pat told me he was leaving his wife.

Not the encounter I was expecting.

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This flash fiction was written for Carrot Ranch. In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about an interlude. It can be a pause between two key moments, the pause between acts in a play, an intermission, or a temporary amusement Go where the prompt leads you!

Broken Glass – Flash Fiction

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Image by Paul Barlow from Pixabay 

I thought of the glimmer Ash had in his eyes when I asked him what he had up his sleeve. His giggle sounded like nervous laughter. Then I heard a faint little bark and my skin felt like it was going to crawl, and I hated the idea that my eyes might swell, as I was allergic to dogs. Why would Ash bring a dog into my sanctuary when he knew this?

I had to get some fresh air, so I headed outside. Sitting down in my Muskoka chair I looked up to admire all the cumulous clouds that were floating around. This was my place of harmony.

Ash followed me outside and apologized. He asked if we could just sweep this under the rug and then we both heard a smash. There was broken glass everywhere.

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This was written for Wordle #151. Using the following words write a story.
1. Broken Glass
2. Ash
3. Glimmer
4. Swell
5. Sleeve
6. Sanctuary
7. Bark
8. Giggle
9. Skin
10. Cumulus Clouds
11. Harmony
12. Sweep

It’s All in the Clicks – Flash Fiction

flash fiction Aug 29

 

“I know how to do this, just be quiet”, Mary said to Pete as she listened intently with her stethoscope up against the safe’s dial.

Stopping briefly, Mary said to Pete, “It should only take a few more tries to break this baby.

Frightened as a rabbit Pete replied, “I sure hope so, we’ve been here almost an hour. I need to see my fathers will”.

Hearing the clicks, carefully turning the dial clockwise and counterclockwise, then back again, she knew she had it.

“Voila, Pete. I’ve never met a safe that I couldn’t crack. Dad would be proud”.

 

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

99 Words.

 

 

The Atmosphere and Climate Change

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Image by Jonny Lindner from Pixabay 

Okay, class today we’re going to learn about the atmosphere, does anyone know what atmosphere means?

Billy holds up his hand and answers, I think it has something to do with oxygen and the air that we breathe, and I hear my parents talking all the time about climate change making our weather go all wonky.

Sally speaks up saying, the atmosphere is warming, and I read somewhere that today there’s more oxygen and less carbon dioxide and water vapor than there was in Earth’s early atmosphere.

Heatwaves are more common causing droughts, dangerous floods from more intense rainstorms that are happening and it’s all due to the atmosphere and climate change, said Arthur.

Very good class, Billy, Sally, and Arthur have given us excellent answers. For tomorrow I’d like all of you to write a short story about the atmosphere.

 

This six sentence story was written for a challenge over at GirlieOnTheEdge. Denise’s word prompt this week is “atmosphere”.

 

An Act of Kindness – Bus Fare

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Image by Christophe Schindler from Pixabay   Montreal Skyline

 

Back in the late sixties, yes, the nineteen sixties, bus fare or often called car fare for an adult was thirty-five cents and for anyone twelve and under it was ten cents.

This was a time when parents felt it was safe for children, say around the ages of ten and up to travel by transit unaccompanied by an adult and I would travel from Verdun to downtown Montreal which was about a twenty-five-minute ride by car so a little longer by public transit.

This one day I (age 12) was returning home and waiting at the bus stop digging in my pocket to make sure I had my dime to put in the farebox.

Remembering back, I was talking to this older woman who was quite nice when my bus pulled up and we said good-bye to each other as she was taking a different bus.

I stepped up and deposited my dime when the bus driver said to me, you’re a quarter short young lady, to which I replied, I’m only twelve and he wouldn’t believe me making me get off the bus returning my dime to me.

Standing watching the bus drive away I explained to the nice lady I was talking to earlier what had just happened, and she reached into her purse and gave me a thirty-five cent bus ticket so that I could go home.

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This short story was written for Six Sentence Story over at GirlieOnTheEdge. This weeks challenge is to use the word FARE.

 

 

 

 

Persistence Pays Off

This weeks challenge is “Language”

 

 

French was not a favorite subject of Katie’s and she hated the homework that went with the class.

She’d bring home her homework and her mother would always insist on helping her with French as she was failing the class. Her mother would make her write out un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, and so on until she’d hit one hundred. Katie did this for a month hating her mother for making her do this.

Then there was practicing the language itself. Not only did Katie have to write out sentences, but she also had to memorize them and translate them into English.

At the end of the school year, Katie received an award in French for “Most Improved French Student”. Everything her mother made her do, paid off in the end with persistence.

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

 

 

 

Ocean Waves – Flash Fiction

This week’s flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch is:  In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that makes a big splash. It can be fluid, or you can play with the idiom (to make a big splash is to do or say something that becomes unforgettable). Go where the prompt leads!

June 6 flash

 

The waves were splashing against the shore and it was the perfect time for bodysurfing. Sandy just needed to get out a little farther to ride them in. What she wasn’t expecting though was that there was a strong undercurrent and on her second ride in, down she went, under the water, the undertow dragging her across the sand. She felt as if she was about to drown and knew she had to fight her way back to shore.  Disorientation caused Sandy to stay underwater not knowing that she was close to shore until she bumped into another person.

 

©Susan Zutautas 2019