FFAW – Leftovers

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yarnspinnerr. Thank you Yarnspinnerr!

“You got to see this post on ‘What’s on my plate?'” Riley yells out to his wife Shelby.

“I’m looking at Pinterest. What is it?” Her eyes don’t leave the small screen. “There are 201 ways to fold a dollar to make animal gifts!”

“I’m looking at reheated Budda’s Hand.” Riley is confused by her lack of interest “I mean..this is like alien bones.”

“I need a box. I’m making 20 of these for Jessica. You know she throws a fit if you get her a gift card.” Her eyes still not looking away.

“How would you even eat this stuff? Maybe, it’s looks edible when it’s freshly made.” Riley continues.

“Do you even hear even I talk. I need to finish off my gifts!” Shelby sports an angry gaze to the one not looking.

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FFAW – Twist of Fate

“Sean, you’re heading for trouble. I can help.” Beau nervously dances at his feet.

“Who are…what the hell?!” Sean looks at his feet and sees a grasshopper with corsage.

“Do not get in the car! Bad travel time.” Beau keeps his blue eyes locked on his target.

“You are a grasshopper. What do you know about cars and driving?” Sean shakes the keys in his hand “Is it crazier to listen to cricket or worry about it.”

“I’m a grasshopper. Fate is yours. Advice is mine.” Beau dances side to side.

“I’m not listening to a bug!” Sean spits toward his talkative bug. “I’m out of here!”

Sean stomps near Beau. Beau jumps away.

Sean jumps in his sports car. He drives along his apartment building out the alleyway. The garbage truck doesn’t see him.

Beau hops up on the brick wall after he hears a crash. “They never listen!”

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FFAW- Writing in the Blanks

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Footy and Foodie. Thank you for our prompt!

“Last rays of light are like the end of a dream.” Trudy softly speaks as she swirls the red wine in her glass.

The Sun slides into the lake with a broad orange stripe left behind.

She taps her pen against the paper pad.

“Ok, End of a dream.” Trudy downs the wine in one swift move. “Is this a good dream or bad one? Maybe a little more wine will help.”

The sky pulls down its purple night shade. A few stars twinkle into view. A cool whisper of the wind rustled the reeds in front of her.

“End of the bottle is like a bas dream.” Trudy looks into the bottle hoping for more. “Oh wait, I can use that.”

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FFAW – Close Encounters

“Tonite, we see the Watchers return.” Ahote stands at the base of News Rock as the Sun approaches the far ridge.

“God, this is so cool. Do you guys come here every year?” Billy looks at hibs Hopi friend in his embroidered jacket.

“It’s based on lunar cycles. My people would come up in large groups years ago.” Ahote scans the horizon as he speaks “We can not come alone. When we see them, say nothing and take no pictures.”

“Oh..Ok. I didn’t know.” Billy looks about the sky.

A flash of light beams toward them. Three silver figures emerge underneath the light.

“Th..th…They” Billy points and his arm waves.

“Shhh!” Ahote watches his friends come closer.

“But they are..” Billy yells and takes off.

“White people are so easy.” Ahote laughs.

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Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writers, details are available at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/11/13/fffaw-challenge-week-of-november-14-2017/

FFAW – Good Ole Days

Puff looks over at HR.

“Remember the good ole days…” He pauses turning his head to the sky “We could breath fire and chase a bad child or two.”

“Video games. That’s the problem.” HR Puff’n’stuff looks at his friend “Violence has replaced getting eaten by mystical creatures. Sad. Really sad.”

Puff let’s loose a terrific flame followed by a smoke cloud.

“Knock it off over there!” HR furrows his brows. “They’ll can us for sure. You know open flames are dangerous!”

“Imagination was the key to great adventures.” Puff looks surprised at his friend. “Are we left to be rationalize as irreverent?”

“How’s that rent over in Honalee getting paid?” HR rolls his eyes.

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FFAW – Aliens

This week’s photo prompt is provided by yarnspinnerr. Thank you yarnspinnerr!

“There has been strange lights in the woods for the best part of a week. Jeb says there’s a tree trunk made of concrete. It’s time we look it over.” I look over at Rodney. His black eyes hold my fast in my chair.

“We been out there before. Same lights…things get funny out there in them woods.” Rodney uses the back of his hand to rest his bearded chin his arm angles to the arm of the chair. “You ought to think this through.”

His words flood back night images of dancing lights and unworldy sounds. We always promised never to talk about what happened. Neither of us could put enough pieces together to make sense of it all any way.

“But they are tiny. We seen them. If we just smash down the nest…” my words float across a dead silence. “It’ll be different..this time.”

“Well, that Gulliver shit didn’t work last time! I got my double barrel sitting right here.” Rodney pats the but of the wooden end of his shotgun.

“Its our woods! It ain’t right to let them build and take over it.” My defiant streak fights my lack of memory from last time.

199 words (borrowing from short pieces ūüėČ)

FFAW – Simple Prayer

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Dorothy. Thank you Dorothy!

“All these people. They just keep coming and coming.” Dennis looks down Temple Street.

His eyes follow his fellow worshippers across the tide of cars. Their smiles tiny beacons of holy light. He sees a child. Bolding running along racing the cars as they crawl by.

“When I was his age…there was traffic going both ways on the street. No waiting to pass across. No sounds of brakes squealing. No car horns trying to make go so much faster.” Dennis sighs.

His mind slows briefly. He is here to pray afterall. A little grace on his own part the body tells his restless mind. He thinks of the miracles upon his faith was built. This stream of faith pushing the scene from his current reality.

A soft beep of a horn rattles him.

A smiling face waves a hand to allow him passage in front of her. The next car halts and so does the third. The path to his enlightenment is clear.

Serious Problems – FFAW

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Grant-Sud. Thank you Grant-Sud!

“The charges are very serious! Do you have anything to say on your behalf?” The judge scowls down at his rebel rouser.

“It’s a smiley face. Hardy gang markings… I mean the old man there is a grump like you…sir.” Manny looks down for another answer on his shoes “Why can’t you people smile once in awhile?”

The judge looks perplexed. “Why I smile! I smile all the time around here. Don’t I Julie?”

The court stenographer looks back a little shocked. “Yes, sir”

“We have a serous job. There are consequences for things. We need to show that here. But I still smile. We try to have…. fun.” the judge smiles like it hurts him Yes, we try to have fun here.”

“I thought a chalk smile was fun! Something nice to see” Manny smiles.

“Chalk, did you say chalk? I’m really wasting my time on graffiti charges!” the judge loses his smile again. “Prosecutor! Give me those pictures and one hell of any explanation!”

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FFAW – River Runs

“I love the sound of the river. God, those engines fighting the inevitable current! They surge!” Timothy taps his fingers on a wooden crate. “If they stop, the thing goes sideways.”

Timothy tugs down the brim of his ball cap. His eyes roll along the viaduct. Empty as always during the morning. The Sun has yet to bring out the second round of fishermen.

“Well, time to loosen the load. I hope you can swim….” Timothy’s voice raises slightly. “Oh yeah…Good luck with the crate, ropes and gag.”

Timothy pushes the long narrow crate to the edge of the tailgate. A sudden shift in weight drops it to the concrete surface inches from the water.

“Don’t worry those bags of sand won’t hurt soon. The water takes all that weight away. It sounds like it knocked the wind out of you.” Timothy pushes it end over end til a loud splash splits the surface.

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FFAW- Front Page News

Thank you Elaine Farrington Johnson for our photo prompt this week!

Sharon ran through the house

“Samuel! You’re on the front page!” she yells across the house “Look!”

Reggie gets up from his chair to see his little boy on the page.

Mommy! Let me see too!” Samuel pops up from underneath the paper. “Just like Daddy said we changed the world. Didn’t we?”

Reggie casts a big grin at his son “Yeah, we sure did.”

His eyes move bad to the rest of the page. His mind says “No we didn’t”

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