A flash fiction short story describing a cold, gloomy reception room.
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Sitting by the pool I looked up to see smoke coming out from our apartment window.
Panic-struck, I yelled, “Oh my God”, I’d left candles burning in my bedroom unintentionally.
Panic turned to terror then into shock thinking my step-mother would kill me for setting fire to our home.
A neighbour saw how stressed I was, grabbed me and took me into her apartment where she made me get into a cold shower and drink a straight shot of whiskey hoping that this would calm me down.
Everything turned out okay. My step-mother was happy that I was alright.
This flash fiction was written for a challenge over at Carrot Ranch. In 99 words (no more, no less) write a short story or poem using “Fire” as the prompt.
From the day we brought Bruce home Maggie let him know that she was the leader of the pack.
It was sad to see how she showed her eminence over him. Bruce was such a laid-back kind of guy that we were never sure if this bothered him.
I’m sure they had this telepathic thing going on between them. Bruce would go to eat his food and Maggie would look over at him as if to say, “Leave it”. He’d not eat until she had left the room or until she started eating.
I suppose dogs have pecking orders.
This was written for a flash fiction over at Carrot Ranch. In 99 words (no more, no less) write a short story or poem using the word eminence.
This week’s flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch is to feature a bucket of water. In 99 words, no more, no less, write a short story or poem using a bucket of water as your prompt.
Quick, quick, I yelled.
Where’s the bucket? Asked my son
It’s down in the basement by the washing machine.
Please just hurry up!
A candle that I’d left unattended for a few minutes had tipped over on the nightstand in my bedroom and had started a fire while landing on a book. All I could think was I could easily put it out before it spread.
Damn, I should have run and got the bucket of water myself.
Here, mom, I’ll toss the water on the fire for you.
Thank God it worked, just leaving an awful smoky smell.
Under his breath, the dragon huffed, “I can hear you up there Knight Slayer. You’re not going to fare well should I decide to come up there and get you. You’ve been warned before by my offsprings that you’re never to try and cross over here or you will be tortured. It won’t be a pretty sight!”
Meanwhile up above on the bridge Knight Slayer was practically holding his breath praying that the dragon would not be awakened by his horse’s footsteps. Maybe he should have left his stallion behind at the camp. This was the only possible way to the castle where his family resided.
Suddenly he thought he heard someone whispering his name. Terror-stricken, he wasn’t sure whether to gallop away or stop and face his fears.
“Dragon, is that you talking to me? I think perhaps you and I should come to some sort of agreement. Can we talk?”
“Knight Slayer, have you not been warned before, are you an imbecile? What could you possibly have to say to me?”
“I was just thinking that perhaps if I brought you something every time I needed to cross over here, that you’d let me pass.”
“Hmm.” snorted the dragon while holding his chin. “What might your offering be?”
“Are you a carnivore or an omnivore?”
“I’m an everthingvore. you silly little twerp. Why do you ask?”
“Well you see, I’m on my way to visit my family and they are hunters meaning they have quite an abundance of prey that I could bring back with me tomorrow for your enjoyment.”
“Hmm”, holding his chin again. “I suppose you will expect me to allow you passage each time you come and go.”
“Yes, that’s what I’m hoping for.”
Big sigh. “Well just as long as your offerings are meaty and tasty, I suppose we could try this but you’d better possess something favorable tomorrow on your way back.”
“Of course, of course, I will, you have my word.”
“Fine then, be gone!”
And this is how the friendship of man and dragon began.
© Susan Zutautas 2019
This was written for Tuesday Weekly Challenge called What do you See?
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
About to get married in a few weeks. Had everything planned, and in place. It wasn’t going to be a big wedding just family and close friends.
My maid of honor was a little pregnant, (okay a lot pregnant) with a chance of giving birth before our wedding day.
During the wedding rehearsal, I thought she looked a little piqued and asked if she was going to be okay. “No worries.”
Thank goodness I had a backup maid of honor, my sister in law Jackie as Shelley gave birth to a baby boy on the eve of our wedding.
This short story was written for a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch. In 99 words (no more, no less) write a short story using the term backup or back up. If you’d like to join us please do so. We have a lot of fun at the ranch. Hope to see you there!