Category Archives: Flash Fiction

Tell a Story Challenge – Traffic Cop

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Tell a Story Challenge – Traffic Cop

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I want to thank Yinglan for tagging me to do this photo challenge. I’m to take the photo she chose to write something about it, then tag 3 others. You can find Yinglan’s blog here

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This is the photo…

 

Directing traffic was Dave’s passion. He was affectionately called Dave the Director by all the regular drivers who passed by his designated station. Everyone would give him a happy wave, and a cheery hello, day after day.

No one knew the real Dave, the man behind the uniform. No one knew why he would blow his whistle, swish his baton all around, guiding the cars and trucks to their destination without fail, but would never speak to them. Someone got curious and googled his profile information, which led to a touching human interest story in the local papers.

Dave B, esteemed member of this community, and well known traffic policeman, passed away at the age of 35, on January 17, 1992. He was interred in City Cemetery, yet it has been reported that he revisits the scene of his accidental death. His presence is seen at the intersection where he was struck down by a speeding car. It is felt that he resumes his position, to aid drivers now, so there will be no more tragedies, like he experienced. For the last 25 years, there has been no more accidents at that location, because of Dave’s ghost watching over all souls who pass by.

No one knew the real Dave…until they read his obituary.

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My nominees are:

Bee at The Bee Writes

Suze at Suziland too or an Obsolete Childhood

Oneta at Sweet Aroma

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Here’s the photo I chose. There is no obligation to participate…just thought you might enjoy. 🙂

 

 

 

Building, Joy, Planning, Plans

photo by jarmoluk at Pixabay

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

 

Tonight?

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TONIGHT?

The blond boy shuffled his feet in the gravel next to the building. He was waiting. He struck a match, holding the orange flame up to the joint held between his lips. Inhaling deeply, he began to relax. This could be the night.

He watched as a couple of girls ran past him, paying no attention to the boy in the shadows. There was a muffled sound of music seeping out into the chilly night air. Pulling his jacket closer around him, he walked toward the back door of the venue, following in the girls footsteps.

Scrunching through the rocks, he rounded the corner. There was the bus, belching diesel fumes into the cold air. The driver had just let the two girls inside. He sighed, knowing he would never be invited in, yet still hoping…always hoping.

He glanced at his watch. It was almost time. He moved closer to the double doors, his heart pounding a rhythm to match the beat of the music from within. Then a thunderous roar was followed by a silence that made his ears ring. A sudden surge of adrenaline coursed through his veins.

A thousand footsteps behind him were coming closer. The doors flew open as two burly men lead the way to the bus. In the few seconds before the crowd caught up to him, he made eye contact with a tall musician coming through the doorway.

He hears the words, “Not tonight,” spoken, as the musician signals to him with a hand over his heart. Then he is gone…swept along with his entourage onto the bus

The blond boy is just another face in the crowd of fans now gathered there, hoping to get a glimpse of the musician. It is bittersweet, having been seen, yet not invited along. He turns away, preparing for the next stop on the road ahead.

Inside the bus, the musician watches through the window and sighs.

“Who were you talking to?” a band mate asks.

“My brother,” he replies.

“I didn’t see anyone there.” the band mate says.

“I know…he died two years ago. He was my biggest fan…and he still is.”

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~note~ first written and posted on Blogger (Blog Spot) November 19, 2013
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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️
© 2018 BS

Pizza Surprise – Stream of Consciousness Saturday – SOCS – Sup

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Pizza Surprise – Stream of Consciousness Saturday – SOCS – Sup

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 7/18

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Here’s what our hostess, Linda G. Hill, has given us for our SOCS prompt:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “sup.” Use it as a word or find a word that contains it. Have fun!

Thanks, Linda!

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So, I quickly thought up some words that have ‘sup’ in them…well, these start with those letters. I’m sure there are more, but I didn’t look up any. Here’s the words I thought of to use:

  • Supper
  • supernatural
  • suppose
  • supreme
  • suppress
  • super
  • supercilious

Now, I’m going to try to make up a silly little story using the words, off the top of my head as I’m typing this.

Pizza Surprise

I decided to actually go out for my supper last night. That is, the evening meal. Pizza sounded pretty good, so I found a place not too far away. It’s a new restaurant that opened up recently, and is called Magic Pizza.

As I entered the funky establishment I was happily surprised. It looked like my kind of place, what with all the cool, hippie type decorations. So far, so good, I thought. I sat at a table, because this was actually a pretty fancy place for a pizza hangout. A waiter approached, bearing an oversized menu.

“For your perusal,” he said. (I thought he was being supercilious to the  max, and almost couldn’t suppress a giggle)

suppose he was just doing his job, though, so I smiled and said, “Super!)

I ordered the kind of pizza I wanted…a Supreme, with everything on it in the way of toppings. When it was brought to my table, it looked delicious…and it was.

Soon, I was full and feeling fine. So fine, I began singing a song, right there in front of everyone. That is so not like me, as I just can’t sing in tune, and normally would be embarrassed to break out in song with people watching me.

What’s going on? I couldn’t stop! Other customers were clapping and singing along with me. Then, the haughty waiter approached me again with the menu.

“For your perusal,” he said (again) and gave me a wink. “Read the small print,” he advised.

I could barely focus on the little words, but realization dawned on me. Magic Pizza…magic mushrooms…ohhh…

I started laughing hysterically at my not so supernatural experience at the Magic Pizza Parlor.

I believe I’ll be coming back again, soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – On the Farm

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday – On the Farm

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 12/18

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “on the farm.” Find a word that has a farm animal sound in it, i.e. sMOOth, and use it in your post. Bonus points if you include three or more. Have extra fun!

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That above is our guideline for our SOCS post today. Thanks for keeping these prompts interesting, Linda! 🙂

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Mr. Moony, our next-door neighbor, came roaring around the corner of our house.

“Slow down, Mr. Moony,” I brayed at him, but he didn’t. Before I could say another word, he’d tripped, boinking his head on my tree, knocking some of the bark off the trunk.

“What’s gotten you in such a mood,” I asked as I helped him up.

“Those people (peep) down at the one-hour glasses place gave me the wrong prescription. Now my peepers are all blurry. I can’t even tell a poplar tree from a person (purr).

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

Dreamscape Stories # 2

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Dreamscape Stories # 2

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I was making a scrapbook page, and it was to be about a lady named Dorothy (?).  I wasn’t sure that was even her real name, but it sounded okay. I was thinking it was my Granny’s daughter. I’d only heard about her maybe once before, because she died before I was even born.

I was trying to figure out who she was to me, so I guessed an aunt, because the other daughters were my aunts. My daddy’s sister would be my aunt, right? Anyway, the scrapbook page was pretty.

I had put nylon or chiffon fabric on the top of the page, like a curtain. It was white, or a very light pink. As I was hot gluing the name on the page with colored glue (pink), I kept worrying about the name, and if it was the right one.

Suddenly, there was a lady in the room with me. She looked like a fairy godmother, so I asked her should I put ‘Dorothy – Heaven’ as the title. This was because she’d died a long time ago, and I figured she lived in Heaven now. The fairy godmother lady said it looked good, and besides, it was like the opposite side page in the scrapbook. That was the one I did for the kids, and it’s title was ‘Playground’, and that, to me, meant Heaven. I’d hot glued little flowers on the gathered up curtain fabric, too. I kept trying to get it all to stick.

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See you in my dreams? ☮️

© 2018 BS

Dreamscape Stories # 1

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Dreamscape Stories # 1 

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The big, white ducks were caterwauling out in the garden, you know, like cats having a fight.

Crumbling whole wheat bread for them to eat, and maybe get them to shut up, I went out there to see what was up.

Being it was late at night, I took the yellow flashlight with me, the one that is possessed. Why I took that one, I don’t know. Strange things happen with that one. It has a way of turning itself on and off by itself.

Come to find out, the ducks didn’t want the bread. They were assembled out there to be first in line for the initiation ceremony I’d planned. I managed to get them settled down, and lined up in a duck row, like they do, and we bobble headed our way out of the garden. And, that was that. Quiet reclaimed the night.

For a fact, I remember turning off the flashlight when we were done with the ceremony. Later, at 11:15 a. m. I found that it had turned itself on, again!

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See you in my dreams? ☮️

© 2018 BS

Stream of Consciousness Saturday & Just Jot It January

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday & Just Jot It January

The Friday Reminder for #SoCS & #JusJoJan Daily Prompt, Jan. 20th, 2018

Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “oc.” Find a word that starts with “oc” and use it in your post. Bonus points if you start and end with your post with an “oc” word. Have fun!

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O’Casey the ocelot screamed at two o’clock in the early morning of October 31st.

He was in charge of cleaning the giant aquarium at the Oceanside Museum, and it had to be done in the wee hours before the public came in to observe the underwater realms.

This being Halloween, he was a bit spooked anyway, and when the occupant of the aquarium, Toby the octopus, had given him a startle, by slithering from behind a decorative rock, he just lost all control.

O’Casey was a bit embarrassed on this occasion, especially as his scream had gone an octave higher than the piercing noise of a smoke alarm.

Toby just laughed and waved his arms around in a friendly manner. He loved playing a joke on O’Casey, and knew they’d remain friends for as long as they lived, even if they were both octogenarians.

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note: written with minimal rearranging of one sentence, otherwise just looked up some ‘oc’ words, and wrote as it came to me.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2018 BS

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – SOCS & Just Jot It January – ECO

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday – SOCS & Just Jot It January – ECO

The Friday Reminder for #SoCS & #JusJoJan Daily Prompt, Jan. 6th, 2018

Today’s SOCS is combining with Just Jot It Saturday, and the prompt suggestion is to use the letters ‘eco’ in your post. Thanks, Linda!

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I did look up some words that had those letters in them, and then took a couple of minutes to write this little story, all stream of consciousness, as it came to me.

Here’s my try at using a bunch of words that have ‘eco’ somewhere in them. 🙂

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The Art Deco decorations in the music hall were only a decoy.

Frank, working undercover as Francine, the drag queen who sings zydeco, was performing.

The second the audience saw her act, they recoiled in horror, and demanded a recoup of their admission ticket price.

For the record, Francine’s act bombed, and so did the case Frank was trying to solve.

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Words used with ‘eco’ are: (8) Deco, decorations, decoy, zydeco, second, recoiled, recoup, record

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2018 BS

Go With the Flow – NanoPoblano – Day 24

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Go With the Flow – NanoPoblano – Day 24

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Here’s another of the little stories I wrote, using the words played on an online Scrabble game. The  words played are underlined, and also a list at the end.

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Go With the Flow – Progress Comes to the Back Woods

We were finally getting an indoor toilet. Time had passed us by, being that we were stuck way out here in the woodsy, forgotten land. There were yew trees, and pine trees, and it was peaceful.

Now, we’re no naifs…we’d heard of the newfangled plumbing, but, why should we bother. We had no city water pipes or taps out here in the sticks… at least until recently. The encroaching populated cities were closing in our idyllic solitude. They were in a rush to incorporate our vast wilderness.

I don’t know what we’ll do with our ox. We’ve had that heifer for years. We use her milk to make our favorite cheese…Brie. At first, we thought the sex of the ox was male. Then she birthed a baby ox, and the rest was history in the making. We give Grace, that’s her name, a rubdown every week to thank her for providing us with her oh, so creamy milk. We even bottle grams of it to sell at the farmer’s market down the hill. We net a good profit.

I dread when those effin’ drunkards from city hall come jutting their chins at us, telling us to quit this place…move on or be part of their @x!# beeping city. Oy! How I would love to cane a couple of those nibs. I’m firm in being jaded. I’ll openly duke it out with them…and win. I’m no dozer. I’ve maced nitwits before…I’ll do it again.

It’s apt for those ragtag litho newspapers to get everyone riled up. But then, it would be nice to have that indoor plumbing, I dare say. Mi!

Words used from crossword game are underlined.

toilet                       naif                              openly                   nib

grace                       maced                         rub                         oy

gram                       drunkards                  net                          ox

woodsy                   sex                               quit                         juts                

dread                       jade                             litho                       Brie

yew                          doze                            caned                     apt

firm                          beeps                          rush                      rag

duke                         mi                                win                       ef

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Note: This was first posted on my Blogger site, in 2013

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS