Photo Credit :Footy and Foodie
‘This doesn’t seem secluded.” Bridget’s eyes see a lot full of cars.
“Maybe the beach is bigger than we think.” Bill can’t believe the hour drive ends here.”Let’s go look at the ocean and those stars. Brighter than any where on the coast!”
“Yeah, that’s what a website said. Isolated too. Let’s get it over with.” Brigdet uses her total waste of time voice.
The edge of the parking lot leads to a trail that snakes down a sheer cliff. The Sun plunges into red waves below. Soft lights illuminates the way. The surf calls out and draws like a magnet. A soft breeze sings in a low voice.
About halfway down Bill reaches to touch Bridget’s right arm. “Down there. See the candles. There’s got to be fifty people in that circle.”
“Bill, we are out of here! I don’t want to know and don’t want them seeing us either.” Bridget stops in her tracks.
“Too late.” Bill points out the circle changing shape.
Written as part of a challenge calledflash fiction for aspiring writers, details available at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/06/19/fffaw-challenge-week-of-june-20-2017/
Geoffrey watches the morning light turn to harsh noon. The shadows fade away fron the stately halls. Tapestries with rich colors retreat to washed out halls. Distance voices race down halls. The tours are starting again.
His pale face and hollow eyes dim. The children bring a challenge to his type. The adults look past him and sometimes walk through him. Time changes things for the living. Today will be tomorrow for Geoffrey again.
“Hey, I think I see a ghost!” a high-pitched voice rises above the crowd.
Geoffrey waves and smiles. The adults never understand the kids reaction of wonder and fright.
Written as part of a challenge called flash fiction for aspiring writers . Details are available at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/06/12/fffaw-challenge-week-of-june-13-2017-2/
Thank you MajesticGoldenRose for our photo prompt this week!
6. Willowy (adj.) Lithe, graceful, slender)
12. Mimeomia ((n.) the frustration of knowing how easily you fit into a stereotype, even if you never intended to, even if it’s unfair, even if everyone else feels the same way—each of us trick-or-treating for money and respect and attention, wearing a safe and predictable costume because we’re tired of answering the question, “What are you supposed to be?”)
Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem
The words can appear in an alternate form
Use the words in any order that you like.
Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle
Moon beaten, a willow woman leaves her seclusion. Inside her blood beaten by despair induces a walk to the scaffold. Self aware of the will es surrounding her. They see her mimeomia as sweet as nectarines.
Writtenas part of a challenge called Wordle, detailsavailable at https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/19271780/posts/1475648297
I stand at the roadside.
The sea slides so softly against the sand. Bisbee Bay, a mecca of gentle summer days that last forever. Whose touch on the memory vanish like morning dew.
I state into a postcard.
Gone are the floats of plastic trash. No Styrofoam cups or grocery bags. The place is smaller now. My eyes aren’t the same. The smell is different. The people aren’t families. Their faces carry weight of misery.
I get back in my car. Going back is not always a good idea.
Written as part ofa challenge called Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writersttps://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/05/22/fffaw-challenge-week-of-may-23-2017/