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Wordle #206 – A Bad Fall

Ineffable
Vale- the world, or mortal or earthly life
Summit
Boots
Ankle
Wet
Grey
Pain
Reflect
Walk
Pine Needles
Extend

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #206

Her boots were wet and had more than likely caused her to fall while walking down the summit. The pain was ineffable, and she was sure she had broken her ankle.

Laying on a bed of pine needles Laura looked up at the sky that was quickly turning grey. A storm was on the horizon.

Thinking she’d be left out here in the wild to die Laura tried to move. Slowly she made it a few feet closer to a tree she thought she would use to stand up. Extending her arm to the trunk of the tree and grabbing hold she dragged herself closer. With all her might she stood up.

Reflecting to her medical training she lightly tried to put a bit of weight on the injured ankle. Screaming out in pain she knew walking was not an option. Laura prayed that someone would find her before she died here in the vale.

Guilty or Innocent Part 5 of 5

The following was written for a challenge called #SixSentenceStory over at Denise’s.

This week’s prompt word is “Circle”

To start at the beginning of this series please click here.

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Image by elizabethaferry from Pixabay

 

At this point Pete’s mom spoke up, “I think you should tell us, Pete, you don’t want this on your record, as it may hamper your college applications and I’m sure you don’t want that to be the one thing that holds you back from getting into college right?”

Pete sat staring down wringing his hands knowing his mother was right but if he snitched there’d be quite a few guys that he was acquainted with who’d probably kick the shit out of him but then, on the other hand, this could ruin the rest of his life.

The bell sounded and Mr. Taylor had to go and supervise the bus students, stood up, and said, “I’ll give you a few minutes Pete to think about this and when I get back I hope you will have come to your senses and have an answer for me.”

Pete’s mom waited for the door to close and asked him, “This person who you don’t want to give up isn’t in your circle of friends is he?”

“No mom, he isn’t, and you know his parents from church, it’s Sam Wilkinson, and I’ve decided to tell Mr. Taylor when he gets back here.”

“Sam Wilkinson, are you sure, he has always been such a polite boy, it surprises me that he would have done this, and why!”

 

To be continued …

 

Rabbit What Rabbit – Flash Fiction

What does the boy see on top of his dog's doghouse?

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The Exam

This short fiction story was written for a challenge over at Tales from the mind of Kristian.

Rules are quite easy should you decide to take on this challenge. They are as follows:

  • Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!
  • The Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50-word increments. (so 50, 100, 150, 200 or 250 words)
  • Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it, or post your response in the comments below.
  • HAVE FUN!

 

50 word Thursday

 

It was exam time and so many of us classmates were dreading the day. A few of us got together at the local bistro for coffee that day before we went into the university. I think we just wanted to calm each other down beforehand. The professor was a bit of a jerk and most of us felt he would take pleasure in seeing a few of us fail. Maybe we were just being paranoid, but it was the snarky attitude in his voice that we all hated.

“Okay we’d better get going, we don’t want to be late or he’ll take points off,” I said.

So off we went to the torture chamber (Science Lab), or so it seemed. Much to our surprise when we entered the lab there were no students there and no Mr. Jackass.

After we waited there for an hour and more students had arrived someone of authority came in and told us that Mr. Jackass had a misfortunate accident and our exam was canceled until further notice, and we’d be contacted by email for the new exam date.

You’d think that we’d won the lottery. Off we all went to the bar to celebrate.

200 Words

©  Susan Zutautas

 

 

Finish the Story — Andrei and Eartha

Eartha

Andrei and Eartha

Fandango, tagged me for the latest Finish the Story prompt. The rules for this challenge are simple.

* Copy and paste the story as you receive it.
* Add the next segment or choose to finish it.
* Tag someone for the next installment.
* Have fun and let your imagination roam free.

Here’s how it started:

It all started with a hastily written, albeit vague, note left in an old book.

“To the one I love,
Meet me at our spot.”

Andrei browsed the shelves at Jim’s Used Books, not looking for anything in particular when he spotted a gray and silver spine. Huh. He pulled out the book, tracing the strangely familiar symbol on its cover. No title? No author? Lemon and a hint of peppermint floated in the air as he opened the book.

A small piece of paper floated gently to the floor and caught his attention. A simple handwritten note on tanning paper. His fingers tingled as he picked it up and read it. Without giving the book a second thought, he placed it back on the shelf, tucked the note into his jacket pocket and left the store.

***

Eartha had just settled into the booth at Phil’s Cafe, plugged in her laptop, and opened her latest manuscript draft. There was nowhere better to write a contemporary story than the corner of a busy cafe in the University district. So many snippets of passing conversations ended up in her stories without anyone knowing.

She giggled as a young couple argued over whether pineapple belonged on pizza, and another pair of young men, probably football fans by their non-player jerseys, debated the finer points of surviving a bullet hell.

Jasper brought over her order and smiled. “Someone left this the other day and I asked Phil if I could give it to you since no one claimed it.” He pulled a small, red leather journal with a heart pressed into its cover out of his apron pouch, smiling.

“Really?” She beamed. “Thanks.”

He grinned, nodded, and returned to his work.

She examined the journal and paused before opening it. “What if it’s like personal? That poor person.” Okay. If it is personal, I’m going to find the person who lost it and return it.

As she opened the front cover, a small piece of paper flitted into her lap. Giggling, she picked it up and read the pristine handwriting. Fancy script from long ago. Her smile faded as she tucked the journal into her bag, unplugged the laptop, put it away, and left her untouched pizza on the table with a ten-dollar bill.

***

Andre wandered to the nearest rail line and stood by the long row of windows that overlooked the tracks. Lemon, peppermint, and pineapple tickled his nose. He glanced up and saw a beautiful young lady walking toward him. She paused at the other end of the hall and gazed out across the tracks.

His heart fluttered and the note’s message played in his mind.

The longer he watched her, the more he felt he knew her. Compelled to speak to her, he walked toward her and …

***

… said, “Excuse me, miss, but you look awfully familiar. Have we ever met?”

Eartha looked at the man. She admitted that there was a spark of recognition, but she was unable to recall a time or place. She figured maybe she had seen him around town or perhaps at Phil’s. “I’m sorry, but I don’t believe I know you,” she said.

“My name is Andrei,” he said, “and I know this is going to sound crazy, but a very strange note fell out of a book I picked up at a used bookstore in town. And after reading it, I felt compelled to come here. Then, when I saw you, an overwhelming feeling that you are the reason I’m here came over me.”

Eartha turned pale upon hearing Andrei’s words. “What did the note you found in the book say?” She asked.

Andrei pulled the note out of his pocket and started to read it. “It said, ‘To the one I love.’”

Eartha interrupted Andrei and finished the note, “‘Meet me at our spot,’ right?”

“How did you know that?” Andrei asked.

“I found the same note in a journal that someone handed to me this morning,” Eartha said, showing the note to him. “And like you, I felt the need to come here to this rail station.”

Andrei gazed at the note. “You found this in a journal? May I see it?”

Eartha opened her bag and handed the small, red leather journal with a heart pressed into its cover to Andrei. “Oh my God,” Andrei said as tears started flowing down his cheeks.

***

“Are you alright? This journal must belong to someone you know,” said Eartha.

It took a few minutes for Andrei to calm himself and when he did, he gave Eartha the biggest hug possible. “Let’s go sit down, have a coffee and I’ll explain everything to you. Only if you have time that is.”

“Yes, I have time and I’m always up for a good story. There’s a little coffee shop around the corner if that’s okay with you.”

“Sure, and by the way, I’m Andrei,” as he extended his hand to her.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Eartha.”

Once in the coffee shop seated across from each other, Eartha began the conversation with, “so tell me, who does the journal belong to?” She couldn’t wait to hear what Andrei had to say.

“About twenty-five years ago when I was in the Navy we were stationed in Italy. It was our last night before returning home and the crew and I were in a little bar celebrating. I happened to be looking at the entrance door and …

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I’m tagging Susi over at I Write Her in hopes that she’ll continue on with this story.

 

 

Kitty’s Dilemma

Kitty cat, her dad, and Tomcat reach an agreement about marriage.

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The Real-Estate Deal

CCC#28

“Oh, Ian this house is perfect, don’t you think?” Meg asked

“Well it will need a lot of work to get it ship-shape but there’s so much character here.  I can only imagine all the memories that the walls hold.”

“The stable has four stalls so we could get a few horses if we want, further down the road.”

“For sure Meg, but first we have to put an offer on this place.”

“I say let’s do it.”

Meg and Ian put a fair offer in on the homestead and then waited to hear back from their real-estate gal.

The couple was ecstatic as the sellers accepted their first offer right away and they could move in, in a few months. This was going to be perfect for the couple as they were to be married in one month.

Life was wonderful.

 

©Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This flash fiction was written in response to Crimson’s Creative Challenge #28.

Grass On The Other-Side

A short story about a boy and his dad being impoverished then finding hope.

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A Dogs Perspective Of Growing Old


Couleur from Pixabay 

When I was a puppy, we’d play every day

Now that I’ve grown older, lie down is what you say

I’d still love to fetch a ball even though I’m ten

A few years ago, I was your best friend

I hope I’m not too old for you, and you get a younger pup

Get rid of me because I’m old and you think I’m fed-up

Dogs do grow older every day

Please oh please don’t send me away

I have arthritis in my hips, but I still want to play

Let’s go outside and have some fun today

©Susan Zutautas 2019

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

Emotionally Unstable

A six sentence story about a man named John who wasn't ready to be released from a psychiatric hospital.

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