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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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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.

For One Day – Flash Fiction

Flash fiction July 25

 

Daydreaming about my mother is something I do quite often. What was she like, how did she smell, what would it have been like to have her with me other than for just a few short years?

My mind started wandering and for one day I had her all to myself. My emotions got the best of me and through tears of joy I embraced every moment. The love I felt was like no other.

We laughed, we cried, we hugged, we never wanted the day to end.

Although this is only daydreaming, I often return to this day.

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This piece is written for a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch. Charli’s prompt this week is as follows:

In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes the phrase “for one day.”

 

 

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

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“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

No Sound

I sit in silence
It’s totally deafening
All I feel is darkness without any light
No sounds, no words, total loneliness surrounds me
Longing just to hear a voice
I try to hum a tune
No sounds will come out
Overtaken with despair
Never to hear another note
Never to hear sounds that excite
Never to feel any delight
The silence has overtaken all of my thoughts
Driving me into a madness
All days are night all nights are night
No hope in sight to hear another sound
No hope in escaping the darkest time of my life
Silence
Susan Zutautas 2016


This poem was written for a “Flash Fiction” challenge over at Carrot Ranch. “In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes the sense of sound. It can be an onomatopoeia, a swearing session with sound alike substitutes, lyrical prose or a description of a sound.”

For Charli – You’re in My Thoughts

Life at times can be really rough, bring you down, with a permanent frown

It’s hard to smile during these trying days
Seeming to last forever, wanting the bad times to all go away

A wise woman once said to me,
 “Something will turn up, wait and see”
Her words make me smile when I think of them,
As something good, does turn up in the end.

So dear Charli, as I write these words, I want you to know I’m thinking of you.

You’re a beautiful person with a heart of gold, your smiles will soon return, tenfold.

This poem is written for +Charli Mills and is also for a Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch. This weeks prompt was “smile”. 

Just One Miracle

Just one miracle
Just one prayer
To get me out of total despair
I must be strong
I must be brave
It’s too soon to go to my grave
I’m scared to death to die
Please stay by my side
If the day should come
Please stay, don’t run
Some days are filled with darkness
Some days are full of light
My favorite ones are the ones that make me smile bright
Sitting in the hospital, waiting on results
Hands sweating, heart beating fast
Finally the doc comes at last
Smile on his face
Best news
You’re in remission
3 years ago this September I was diagnosed with stage IV inoperable lung cancer. I was given 1 – 5 years to live. They were leaning towards the one year.  I’ve been in remission now since December 2014. I am still undergoing chemo as a precaution and handling the chemo quite well.

 I wrote this poem for a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch. In 99 words (no more, no less) write about the idea of “just one.”