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Tall Tales Flash Fiction

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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.

 

 

Day of the Dead – Flash Fiction

Oct 31 ff

Hey Joe, Day of the Dead will soon be here, and I am looking forward to the festivities. It will be nice to see my loved ones that are left.

I’m not sure that I’ll recognize anyone, but I’ll go with you, it’ll be fun.

You know that they’ll have all our favorite dishes there, don’t you?

Ah yes, the aromas from the foods are quite appetizing. Only wish we could sample them.

Joe, how many people do you think will be here?

If you count all the live people in town and us dead ones, quite a few.

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

This flash fiction, 99 words, was written for a challenge over at Carrot Ranch.

 

 

 

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?

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.