“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.
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”.
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.
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
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!
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
Kitty cat, her dad, and Tomcat reach an agreement about marriage.
This was written for a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch. The prompt this week is to use “Strawberries and Mint” in 99 Words no more, no less.
Meg was anxious to make Aunt Alice’s delicious strawberry dessert and was sure that Ian would love it too.
Stopping at the fruit stand on her way home she found a basket of huge berries. Perfect she thought, now to get a lemon.
Back at home she washed the berries, sliced them into a bowl, added the zest of one lemon, then added three tablespoons of sugar, and mixed gently.
After dinner that night Ian commented on the strawberry dessert. “This was really good Meg, have you ever tried making this and adding some mint?”
“That’s what I forgot!”
©Susan Zutautas 2019
This 100-word short story was written for Friday Fictioneers, over at Rochelle’s.
PHOTO PROMPT © Susan Eames
“Where the hell are you going Charlie,” asked Bert.
“To that tree over there, see it?”
“There are a lot of trees there Charlie, which one are you talking about?”
“The one with the big long leaves that look like spikes.”
“Oh, okay, that would be a palm tree.”
“Now what are you doing Charlie?”
“I’m going to climb up to that big huge branch to see if I can get a cell signal.”
“What’s so important that you have to climb a tree to make a call?”
“I’m not calling anyone, it’s gem box day on Clash of Clans.”
©Susan Zutautas 2019
The mama bear and her cub were getting tired, so they stopped for the night. They were traveling towards Churchill, Manitoba on Hudson Bay, the polar bear capital of the world. Here they would be able to hunt for ringed seals. Sadly, not knowing about climate change, the ice normally on Hudson Bay was late coming this year.
The bears are hungry
Ice to appear soon
When arriving in Churchill they came upon many other polar bears and new friendships began.
Finally, when the ice formed, it was game on for seal hunting.
Still many would die.
This was written for a flash fiction challenge (even though true) over at Carrot Ranch. This weeks prompt was to write about (in 99 words, no more, no less) the absence of ice.
A flash fiction story about a break-in.