Plagued by a tub of words! I imagine spry swings of alliteration. But thumps of forgetable lines suck. No tap of the pencil changes things.
“What do you mean he’s gone?!” Abigail looks at her mom.
“The guy across the street. You know sits by the flower pots and waves to everyone.” Mom points with her right hand. “He’s gone”
“He told Sheila he was going to find peace very soon. He was weird” Abigail grows tired of this conversation
“Find peace? What kind of freak did we talk to all this time?” Mom furrows her brow
“Mom, maybe he was a psychopath or bank robber! How cool he lived right there.” Abigail taps on her phone “Im gonna be so cool. I lived never a real life criminal!”
“We don’t know that! You can’t tell people that Abby!” Mom looks concerned and stops to look at back across the street. “What if he was?”
Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Dorothy. Thank you!
“Boys, WHAT does the Sign say!” Glenda smiles at her transgressers.
Two boys halt as if caught in a spider’s web. They hop off the tandom bike together.
“Ugh. We just live over there. We always cut through here.” Joshua looks back at his younger brother.
“There’s a path. You make that by going over and over my lawn!” Glenda puts her right hand on her hip. Her left hand circles around the boys.
Slowly the boys leave the ground.
“I can keep you off the lawn in more than one way. Allow me to show you the only nice way!” Glenda cackles in laughter.
“Joshua! Let’s get out of here!” Thomas spinning his arms thinking of he flies like a bird it may help.
“Just let’s us go, please!” Joshua shakes as he sees what she had done to them. “We won’t ever did it again. Promise!”
“I know you will only be able to do it once more!” Glenda moves her right hand upward toward the left. She makes a line with hands moving opposite directions. ” I know.”
The boys fall Earthward. They jump on the bike never to be seen hete again.
Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writers, details available at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/08/07/fffaw-challenge-week-of-august-8-2017/
“In the end, we all become stories.” Derisè whispers to her child. “Margaret Atwood told us.”
Her left hand rises.
“There was a hummingbird. He set forth on this world to let loose the seed of the rainbow papaya. His partner is transforming our place was the fox. The fox driven by his interest in funding something better than gooseberries no eat. Mr Hummingbird was much to fast to be eaten. The fox liked him for that.” Desirè looks down at her little grandson.
“Why didn’t he eat something else?” Peter looks up at his Granny. ” Foxes sneak and grab everything.”
“Peter, everyone has roles to play and rules they must follow.” Desirè laughs “Mother Earth is the water barrier. She spills life. This life picks and chooses how they will help out the world.”
“But how does she know the animals are following what they have to do?” Peter moves his hands waving at the stars emerging in the purple of twilight.
“If you ever see an eye looking at someone’s window, she is there.” her voice becomes a laugh “We are at peace when every animal follows the plan. It is we, that she watches.”
Written as part of a challenge called Collage details are available at https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/08/06/writing-prompt-205-special-collage/
Color burst surfaced in my mind. A punch to the throat mixed with wrapping chains. I simmered.
“What kind of nut?” I labeled him, as if it matters now.