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Fandango flash fiction

Gazing out window

Watching life passing them by

Wondering outcome


Dolls in a window

For all passers-by to see

Little girls behold


Window to our lives

So much passes before us

Not missing anything


Wanting to escape

Too far to jump to be free

Someone will see us


© Susan Zutautas 2019


These Senryus were written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge. 





Flying With The Goose

This post was written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #16.

flying duck girl


Flying higher and higher into the clouds we’d go

Feeling as free as a bird, a goose, not a crow

We’d meet at midnight on the rooftop

I’d climb on her back and we wouldn’t stop

All night long we’d swoop, climb and soar

History in the making for folklore


©Susan Zutautas 2019





Friday Follies Season 3 Episode 5

bathroom sign

This picture is for Friday Follies Season 3 Episode 5.

I remember when my 3 boys were young I made a sign for the bathroom wall behind the toilet. This is what it said.


If you sprinkle while you tinkle

Be a sweetie and wipe the seatie

If it ends up on the floor

Wipe it up and don’t do it anymore. 


The Funeral Reception Room

A flash fiction short story describing a cold, gloomy reception room.

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Where Have the Words Gone

A poem about a lost muse.

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Ghost in the Night

Creeping silently down the hall

ghost in the night

Slithering across each and every wall

Looking for my victim of the night

Needing to get him in my sight

Sent here by the devil himself

To fail at this, I’ll be expelled

Lurching outside his chamber door

Restlessly waiting evermore

For the perfect time to strike

Just to scare him, for one more night

© Susan Zutautas 2019

This was written in response to Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #4.

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Why Did You Go – Flash Fiction


Billy looked up into the sky.

Tell me ma why did you die?

Dad and I miss you so.

Why did you have to go?

I’m only ten years old.

I’ll get over it I’m told.

It will hurt less and less each day.

That is what the old folks say.

I dream about you in the night.

I see you there in plain sight.

But once awake I know it’s not true.

Was what I dreamt really you?

I see you now in the sky

Will I see you when I die?



© Susan Zutautas 2019

This was written for a flash fiction over at Fandango’s