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Sad To Be Forgotten – Flash Fiction

Sept 26 Flash Fiction

Talking to her aunt about Sunday dinner Meg was a little concerned about her grandmother because Aunt Jenny told her she wasn’t herself lately.

Sunday arrived and Meg was a few minutes late.

Grandma was there and seated at the dinner table. Meg thought she looked perfectly fine and maybe her aunt had been mistaken. Meg greeted her with a hug and then sat down at the table.

Cousin Sandy sat next to Meg and during dinner, grandma spoke up asking, “Sandy, is this your new boyfriend?”

“No, it’s Meg, your granddaughter, you remember.”

Grandma sat there looking confused.

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This short story is written for a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch. 

In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about someone unremembered. Is it a momentary lapse or a loss in time?

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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!

This Woman Has True Grit

Let me tell you about a good friend of mine.  When she has something, she wants to do she goes out there and does it. Being achievement-oriented with long term goals she’s full of confidence and creativity. No matter what the situation is, good or bad, Charli will fight for what she believes in for herself and others.  This gal has moxie and has true grit.

 

What’s true grit to you

Someone fighting with their might

For you and for me

 

Courageous as hell

Never giving up or in

Supportive to all

 

Confident

Harmonious

Accepting

Reliable

Loving

Idealistic

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This was written for a challenge over at Carrot Ranch. In 99 words, no more, no less write about “true grit”.

 

 

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.

 

 

Recipes Passed Down

Flash Fiction August 22shortbread

Every year at Christmastime Meg’s grandmother who was from Paisley Scotland would make shortbread.

Shortbread was an expensive luxury at one time and was usually only made for special occasions.

It is said that these rich delicious biscuits date back to the 12th century.

Meg would watch intently as her grandmother carefully measured out flour, icing sugar, and of course the butter. Into a big bowl, the ingredients would go, and the hand beating with force would begin.

Ever since her grandmothers passing Meg has carried on with her traditional recipe and bakes many batches of them at Christmas.

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This is written for a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch.  In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about old-world charm. It can be nostalgic or irreverent. You can invent an “old world,” return to migrant roots or recall ancient times. Go where the prompt leads you!

 

Sweet Jam – Flash Fiction

August 15 flash fiction

 

Come one, come all to Bellevue’s Last Call Bar and Grill to listen to the sounds of Head First. They’re sure to satisfy your thirst.

Dance the night away with songs from the 1980s unless nine o’clock is past your bedtime. Come on out and rock till you drop.

On horns and flute, we have Mike who can start one sweet jam with the band.

On drums, there’s Chris who will beat to your heart.

Paul takes care of the vocals and he’s a local.

Sing along they don’t mind in fact they think it’s always a good time.

 

Written for a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch. This weeks prompt is “Sweet Jam”.

Poisoned Apple – Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction Aug 8

Okay, I think we finally have a winner here, would you like to test it? As soon as this hits the shelves people will be running each other over trying to purchase this. Here, hold out your arm Elizabeth.

Hold on a few seconds, I need to wash off my wrist first.

Pierre gently applied a touch of the new fragrance to Miss Arden’s wrist and waited intently.

Well, tell me, what do you think?

The scent is fruity yet slightly spicy. I love it! What shall we call it? Oh, wait I know, Pomme Empoisonnée or Poisoned Apple.

 

 

This was written for a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch. In 99 words (no more, no less) write a short story using “Poison Apple” as your prompt word.

The Koala’s Picnic – Flash Fiction

This flash fiction of 99 words was written for a challenge over at Carrot Ranch. The prompt word being: KOALA

koala flash fiction

 

“The wombats are coming, Mama,” said joey koala all excited after waking up from his nap.

“Yes, they are dear now would you help me set up the picnic table for the feast.”

“When are they going to get here mama?”

“They should be here shortly. They move much faster than we’re able, so I’d say sooner than later.”

“Here put this plate of tussock beside the eucalyptus leaves and then we’re going to tidy up before everyone gets here.”

When the wombats arrived they all mulled around the picnic table enjoying the food before starting to play games.

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

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Mama koala with joey

 

The closest relative to the koala is the wombat. The females both have pouches making them marsupials and both are herbivores. The koala’s life expectancy is 10 – 15 years and the wombat’s usually live 5 years.

Wombat

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JJ Harrison (jjharrison89@facebook.com) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)]

Test Results

June 20 flash fiction

 

This was written for this week’s flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch.

In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about having to wait. Who is waiting and what for? Think about how the wait impacts the character or the story. Go where the prompt leads!

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“How soon will be able to get me the results?”

“I should have them in by say nine o’clock tomorrow morning.”, the doctor said.

“Alright, well I’ll be waiting to hear from you then, and thanks so much for doing this for me, I know this isn’t something you regularly do.”

“That’s true but in this case, I’m happy to.”

I couldn’t sleep that night, waiting wasn’t something I liked to do.

Sitting patiently by the phone the next morning anticipating what the doctor would say, the phone rang.

“I have your test results and you are indeed pregnant.”

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

Working Together

june 13 flash fiction

This was written for a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch.  In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about the work of many hands. Is it a cooperative effort or something else? Go where the prompt leads!

 

Did you know that when I was a boy, my dad, your grandfather had a hand in the landscaping of Botanical Gardens? He loved working with his hands not only in construction but gardening too.

In the East end of Montreal, there was a plot of land just sitting there empty that belonged to the city. My dad got permission to start a community garden to grow vegetables.

Every weekend that is where I’d find him and many of our neighbors working together growing all kinds of vegetables.

We didn’t have much money and that garden helped feed us.

 

©Susan Zutautas 2019