#FlashFiction or 100 Words of Less 8/9/19

The rumble of thunder and crack of lightning did nothing to ease the fear roiling in her stomach.  The pins and needles prickle created goosebumps that traveled up to the back of her neck.  Was she being watched?  Surely not.  Her mundane life held no secrets that’d cause such an interest.  Must be the book she read last night.  Another psychological thriller.  Reading was good for the soul but doing so sparked too much activity in her already worried mind.  Meditation.  Ah now that’s the stuff to cure what ails you. Her imagination was playing tricks.  Then she heard screaming.

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#Flash Fiction / 100 Words or Less 7/30/19

The flicker of her eyes

Unveiled a hurt

Which went straight to her core

Pain was palpable

Holding in feelings again. Until they pop out at the most inopportune time. Like at a birthday lunch. I vacillate between tough love/truth hurts to nothing good can come from saying something.  For surely she knows. My dear sweet baby girl.

No doubt she knows despite the deep denial. She’s not stupid. To say what’s on my mind is simply cruel. But how do I rid this anger? Why is unconditional love so hard? Need to let go.

As always more to come.

#FlashFiction / 100 Words or Less

One, two, three punch.  Life happened to childhood friends.  This meant that time was coming for her cohort.

Jay’s dad has kidney cancer in his lungs.  Did you know it is still called kidney cancer even after it spreads?  Well now we all do.

Diane travelling with her brother on a whirlwind bucket list vacation to Chi town.  She takes a “tumble”.  Vacation done! Ending in a severe injury requiring surgery to her left arm.

Missy has one year left.  Lung cancer is now brain mets.  Similar to Jay’s dad in that the cancer has spread.  Praying for miracles.

 

 

#FlashFiction – 100 Words or Less ~ 7/5/19

He gave us shelter. The home for wayward children. Stability in an otherwise topsy-turvy world. Our parents flaked out and it was uncle who took us in.

Cousins more like siblings. The teasing never stopped. First thing Ray said whenever he saw me was “put the lock of the refrigerator door”.   I wasn’t even eating my full potential back then. That’d come later. To soothe the pain. Kids are cruel or honest to a fault.

We all had our addictions and mine was food. Extreme measures. Then one day I stopped.  Something clicked into place.  Pounds dropped but nothing changed.

#FlashFiction 100 Words or Less 5/26/19

Saturday was a two pill kinda night.  The pain wouldn’t subside.  Her belly ached, cramping that burned reaching straight to her bones.  Thank goodness Carl had leftover hydrocodone.  Not oxy but it’d do in a pinch.

Addictive?  Nope.  Not for Sarah.  She almost didn’t take another since the first pill did little to take the edge off.  But pain made for poor bed fellows; @ 10 pm, she popped the second tab.  Almost instantly, the room went woozy and she started to doze.  Squashed her symptoms but was far from a cure.

Addictive? Yes. Sarah could get used to this.

#FlashFiction 100 Words or Less ~ 5/10/19

Helen was superwoman. Her life was the epitome of ideal. Happily married for 12 years with the requisite two children, comfortable home, picket fence and family dog. No one knew she how she spent her off time … time away from the world.

Living had taken a toll on her once trim fit body.  Her mind stored all the memories of better days.  When did life get sour?  Or had life always been that way. Helen was consumed and confused by the possible.  Staying in bed wallowing away the minutes turned into hours was easier. Her destiny was to remain that way.

1/1/19 #FlashFiction – 100 Words or Less

“It’s all about to end” Lilly exhaled.  “Back to reality tomorrow”

“Reality?  What about these last two weeks have been false?” Hope inquired of her friend

“You’re not funny sis, that’s irritating!!”

“Well, you started it.  I’m nervous enough already”

“Who isn’t?  New beginnings, new set of mixed emotions”

“Why couldn’t we just stay at our old place?”

“We should run away”

“From reality?  No sense in that.  Besides she’d find us.  She always does” Hope sighed.

“Promise me Hopie.  Promise me you won’t ever leave me”

“Deal.  Scouts Honor”

Sadly that pledge was meant to be broken.

#FlashFiction 100 Words or Less ~ 12/6/18

Jenna doesn’t  remember that last time she panicked. The kind of kick in your gut when will this end oh my god make it stop but keeps on going type of panic.  And now in this moment she wonders what is wrong with her because the news would be devastating for anyone.

In the recesses of her brain, she knew she was being played but pretending to not know made things easier.  Her loved one was fine, being taken well care of.  De-Nile ain’t a river in Egypt.  Funny haha.  Nope De-Nile was how she allowed this travesty to occur.

 

#FlashFiction 10/23/18

He obviously had something wrong with him. You could tell by the tone of his voice. Well not tone exactly. His tone was genuine, excitedly friendly. But his speech pattern seemed to indicate impairment.

Before we get started, are you okay?

Yes. She was fine. A mess but fine. He slowly went through the steps. Asking questions and filling in blanks. She felt bad for him but then glad someone took a chance to hire him. Then she felt sorry for him. And thought

Only a mother could love

Boom the guilt covered her like fallout. Who was she to judge? Then she realized he reminded her of her brother. Long gone and eternally present.

As always more to come.

#FlashFiction 9/28/18

Flash Fiction 100 words or less.

Fool Me Once

Dammit, she did it again!  How could she be so stupid to believe Lois?  Fuck Lois! Liar! Trying to cover her tracks with innuendo.  Half truths and Photoshop. A desperate ploy that hooked Helen every single time.

Sympathy or disgust? Doormat or steam roller? She could be either.  Her sharp tongue could end Lois. Cut her. Hurt her. No more walking around on eggshells.  No more sleepless nights. And to think once upon a time she felt guilty for not giving a damn.

Something inside her was like biting on tinfoil.