The Moon #FlashFiction

He inadvertently found himself drawn towards the window. The moon had risen and though wane, it still reflected back an ethereal image. Memories of her sprang gushing like a gurgling waterfall.

In a different city, she stood transfixed near her bedroom window reminiscing the many evenings they had spent looking at the moon weaving dreams of a joyous future.

The moon that was miles away, descended in the hazy sky, now shining radiantly.

Long distance relationships can probably work, both thought at the same time.

The moon made them realize that when there is true love distance is immaterial.

 

(Word Count : 99 )

Linking up with Rochelle Wisoff who hosts a weekly flash fiction for writers. PHOTO PROMPT © Gah Learner

 

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The Figurine #FlashFiction

Janice sat on the cream coloured couch staring dolefully at the mantelpiece. The figurine seemed to be staring at her and peering right through her soul.

Her husband Josh looked at her transfixed.

“If it makes you sad why not get rid of it?” he exclaimed.

“If you love me you will do no such thing”.

“Fine.”

Mornings were the most difficult for her. Every morning it dawned on her that things had changed.

Today, as she sat on the couch her eyes searched for the familiar object.

But, it was gone.

It had been a year since Janice lost her thirteen year old daughter in a car crash. On each birthday, she would give her daughter a figurine. This was the last of the lot and her favourite. Her therapist said that she had to let go of it to move on. But, it wasn’t easy.

May be it was time, she felt.

In a house next door, little Johnny seemed mighty pleased with his steal- a cute dog and donut figurine.

 

Written for FFFAW hosted by Priceless Joy. This week’s prompt is from Yinglan Zheng. 

The Meeting #FlashFiction

Emma sat in her room, crestfallen. It all came back to her in quick flashes.

She was ecstatic when she had met the ‘man’. Her heart leapt in joyful gallops when he smiled at her.

It had been five years but still the memory was as fresh as the morning dew.

On a whim she sat in her car and reached the same spot where her fantasies had culminated into reality.

As she stood there, fresh tears blurred her vision.

It was the back door of the stage where five years ago she got to meet her idol.

Then, she saw something.

It seemed a hazy silhouette at first, but then she saw him.

He stood there smiling at her looking as dashing as ever.

She looked at him unbelievingly.

He walked through the alley which had ‘no entry’ written in bold letters.

She stared at him going through the pathway and then he walked through the closed black shutter.

A shiver ran down her spine.

Shocked, she looked at the newspaper she held.

The headline said, “Renowned pop artist and guitarist die in a freak accident”.

 

Linking up with Priceless Joy who hosts a weekly flash fiction challenge for aspiring writers. Thank you Yarnspinner for the photo.

The Shift #FlashFiction

Everyone who walked across the cream-hued corner house of Carter Lane, in that idyllic little town, paused and took in the sight.

After all it was not commonplace to see a scarecrow dressed in feminine attire perched in all its glory amidst the flowery bed.

Well, the residents of the house were firm believers of gender-equality and such mumbo-jumbo. It was a big deal for them to bring home this fact to their two mischievous boys.

A few months elapsed and gradually the startled looks became a thing of the past.

As for me, I reveled in the attention that I used to get all those days.

But, I guess it was time for people to accept the new ‘me’- the redefined and revamped girl scarecrow.

 

(Word Count: 126)

Written as part of Sunday Photo Fiction. Write a story of around 200 words or less based on the photo prompt given (above). Hosted by Susan Spaulding.

(Photo Credit: Anurag Bakhshi)

Windfall Gain #FlashFiction

The phone rang and he grinned sheepishly as he took in the information.

A sense of excitement and anticipation swelled within him.

“We are sorry for your loss. Your uncle passed away yesterday it seems.”

The door had been pushed open by the cops.

He stepped inside.

An unsavoury stench filled his nostrils. The room cut out a sorry figure and it was not long before he could make out that his dreams were blown away along with the ringlets of cigarette smoke.

The grin now vanished and a stoic silence followed.

The word ‘heir apparent’ had no meaning now.

 

 

(Word Count: 100)

Written in response to the picture prompt provided by Yvette Prior for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff – Fields.