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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!

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Broken Glass – Flash Fiction

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Image by Paul Barlow from Pixabay 

I thought of the glimmer Ash had in his eyes when I asked him what he had up his sleeve. His giggle sounded like nervous laughter. Then I heard a faint little bark and my skin felt like it was going to crawl, and I hated the idea that my eyes might swell, as I was allergic to dogs. Why would Ash bring a dog into my sanctuary when he knew this?

I had to get some fresh air, so I headed outside. Sitting down in my Muskoka chair I looked up to admire all the cumulous clouds that were floating around. This was my place of harmony.

Ash followed me outside and apologized. He asked if we could just sweep this under the rug and then we both heard a smash. There was broken glass everywhere.

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This was written for Wordle #151. Using the following words write a story.
1. Broken Glass
2. Ash
3. Glimmer
4. Swell
5. Sleeve
6. Sanctuary
7. Bark
8. Giggle
9. Skin
10. Cumulus Clouds
11. Harmony
12. Sweep

The Renovation – Six Sentence Story

 

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Image by Peter H from Pixabay

I have all the tools I need;  hammers, tape, screwdrivers, pliers, snips, and determination.

He said I wouldn’t be able to do it.

I refuse to let anyone tell me what I can and cannot do, besides, I’ve always been mechanically inclined, and anyway how hard can it be.

First things first, I’ll start by ordering a waste bin, then clean up, and throw out everything that I won’t need for the renovation.

A trip to HomeDepot will be the next step to pick up materials, glass, and paint.

If I do happen to run into any problems I can always call for help.

 

This was written for Six Sentence Story. Prompt word: REFUSE.

Part two of this story can be found here. 

 

 

 

The Old Post Office

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Tama66 at Pixabay.com

This once busy post office now stood deserted and the building was for sale. I recall when mother worked here, said it was her favorite job other than taking care of dad and me. Truth be known it was her only job but that job put a roof over our heads and food on the table. Dad, was a good provider until he took sick and mother had to be the breadwinner.

I stood back and pondered the idea of buying the place and opening up a book store. If it were mine I would keep the structure the same and keep as much of the interior as possible. A little elbow grease, some sanding, and painting would spruce the place up immensely.  The floors were solid oak and could easily be refinished. The pigeon holes where the mail once went would be perfect to hold books. The windows were old and part of the history of the building so they would stay.

That was it, I was sold on the place and would head to the bank first thing Monday morning to arrange for a business loan.

 

This was written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #32.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bridge or Fence

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“Seems like a strange place to put a fence don’t you think? Looks like they wanted to give you the impression that it’s a bridge, yet I don’t see any water, do you? Want to go and explore?” she asked.

“I’m sure it’s private property but … what the hell, he said, Let’s see where it goes at least.”

 

There was a bridge, across the road

From here I could see there were toads

We crossed the road and to our surprise

The bridge was covered in big black fly’s

Then it hit us like a ton of bricks

The smell was bad and it was thick

So we left the bridge alone

Decided to run, all the way home

 

“It’s bloody sewer pipes. Why make such a pretty bridge over something that smells so bad!” she said.

“Come on, let’s get as far away as possible from this place. They probably did this to deter people from poking around on their property.”

 

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This post is for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #34.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Catch and Release

This was written for Six Sentence Story over at Denise’s.

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Image by Mr_Incognito_ from Pixabay 

Liberty, an Irish Setter, was a beautiful, well behaved, dog that my mom and dad had rescued back in the late ’70s.

She was funny as when we’d go for car rides, she wouldn’t do her business anywhere other than in our backyard. It didn’t matter if she was away from the house for six hours, she’d hold until she got home.

One day I was watching her in the backyard playing catch and release with a frog that came to visit.

She’d catch the frog, hold it in her mouth for a few seconds, then let it go and then run and catch it again, and again.

Liberty was one of the gentlest dogs I’ve ever known.

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

 

Kitty’s Dilemma

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

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The Perfect Gift

This short story was written in response to What do you See Challenge.

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It was their second anniversary since Meg and Ian started dating and Ian was so happy when he saw the look on Meg’s face as he handed her this beautifully wrapped gift.

“Happy Anniversary, Meg. I love you more and more each day that passes.”

“Oh, Ian, I feel so bad, I didn’t get you a gift, but I did plan a romantic dinner.”

“You know me, I love to eat, so dinner is perfect and I’m sure it will be delicious if you’re making it. But first open your gift and I’ll pour us a glass of wine.”

Meg slowly unwrapped her gift and when she opened the box she was delighted.

“How on earth did you know to get me this.”

“Well I had a little talk with your mom and she told me about your grandmother’s china and how it was missing one cup and saucer. She showed me the pattern and I searched and searched and finally found this at that little shop downtown, umm … oh ya, the Coffee and More shop.”

“This is the perfect gift Ian, now we’ll have a complete setting for twelve when we get married. I love you, and thank you so much.”

cup and saucer

©Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Careful What You Say

This little story was written for Weekend Writing Prompt.

92 Words using the word “Spin”

 

“Let’s take dad’s car out for a little spin, shall we?” said Greg.

“I don’t think he’d like that very much, you know it’s his pride and joy,” Sally answered.

“Well we’re not going to tell him silly, besides what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

“But you can be sure if he finds out he’ll hurt us.”

“Stop being such a big scaredy cat, besides he’s gone for the weekend and he’ll never find out.”

“Unless he comes home early”, announced Greg and Sally’s dad.

“Uh … Uh … Oh hey, dad.”

©Susan Zutautas 2019

 

Sadly Starving

The mama bear and her cub were getting tired, so they stopped for the night. They were traveling towards Churchill, Manitoba on Hudson Bay, the polar bear capital of the world. Here they would be able to hunt for ringed seals. Sadly, not knowing about climate change, the ice normally on Hudson Bay was late coming this year.

 

The bears are hungry

Starving, anticipating

Ice to appear soon

 

When arriving in Churchill they came upon many other polar bears and new friendships began.

Finally, when the ice formed, it was game on for seal hunting.

Still many would die.

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This was written for a flash fiction challenge (even though true) over at Carrot Ranch. This weeks prompt was to write about (in 99 words, no more, no less) the absence of ice.