For 50 Word Thursday brought to us this week by The Haunted Wordsmith stop over and take a look at some great flash fiction pieces and while you’re there, give Theresa’s stories a read. I promise you will not be disappointed. 😉
This week’s words to go with the photo prompt: Fooling, fooling, too much fooling.” (Astrid Lindgren, Pippi Longstocking)
Dressed like a clown, no one paid much notice as she wandered about the fair. She spotted the Ring Master, a pudgy man with taste for young girls, standing near the horses. Solanj skipped lightly to his side, singing to the crowd “fooling, fooling, too much fooling” as she bumped him comically. Continue reading “Nobody’s Fool”→
Your prompt for JusJoJan 2019, January 29th is brought to you by Jim! Click here to find his last post and say hi while you’re there! Jim’s word for our prompt today is “dirty.” Use it anywhere in your post or make it the theme of your post. And remember, if it’s not safe for work, please mention that fact either early on or in the title of your post. Have fun!
“Oooohhh that dirty, rotten, scum sucking, frog humping son of a motherless goat!” Irena stomped and fumed around the small living area of her flat. He had robbed her! Her purse still lay opened on the sofa with it’s contents spilled across the cushion. He money, credit cards, and car keys were gone. Continue reading “Just Jot it January # 29”→
Your prompt for JusJoJan 2019, January 28th is brought to you by Dan! Click here to find his last post and say hi while you’re there! Dan’s word for our prompt today is “testify.” Use it anywhere in your post or make it the theme of your post. Have fun!
Solanj sat in the psychiatrist’s office, hands folded in her lap. Dressed in everyday business wear, not too expensive, not too cheap. Just another woman checking on an ailing relative. That was her disguise and just like all her other personas this one worked well.Continue reading “Just Jot it January # 28”→
She ducked into the dingy narrow passage between the buildings. Although it was a simple thing to be doing, something strange was happening. Solanj smelled a trap. She was being followed and this was the perfect place for an ambush. Silently she waited, aware and ready to spring the trap.
Word count 50
Fifty Word Thursday brought to us this week by Tales from the Mind of Kristian ‘Although it was a simple thing to be doing, something strange was happening.’
Many thanks to John Holton for today’s prompt: Inch
My writing exercise for today:
“Write a 100 word story about a single moment, a conversation at breakfast, a personal decision, an interaction with a stranger. Any single moment focus on the detail of that moment.”
Inch by Inch
Step by step, inch by inch, she crept closer. The moment between one foot coming down soundlessly in front of the other. Her breath was quiet and still. Tiny sounds came to her from the alleyway. A mouse skittering to it’s hole, a moth mindlessly bumping against the globe of the street lamp, the sounds of people coming and going, living and breathing; out of sight on the other side of the darkness. Shadows moved across the ground, clouds passing over the moon high in the sky as her eyes adjusted to the deep gloom of the alley. She waited.
There was something about Paris in the spring. The heady floral scent mixed with the sounds and smells of humans hurrying about their short, meaningless lives. Solanj sipped her coffee and watched the people walking by. The sky was blue and the air crisp.
He appeared from out of nowhere beside her table perching urgently on the seat next to her. In a breathy french accent he whispered “Cheri, I must paint you naked in the moonlight, you are my muse, my inspiration.”
He made a grab for her hand but Solanj’s reflexes were too well trained to permit such a casual touch. With lightning speed she clasped his wrist, fingers digging painfully into the tendons until she heard his gasp. “Run away little mouse,” she simply said “lest you come to harm.” Her voice held no whisper, no shout, no demand, just suggestion.
She released his hand and he quickly ran away. Solanj went back to her coffee.
Solanj looked up at the sunbeams breaking through the single cloud that cluttered an otherwise perfectly clear sky. “Thank goodness there’s no long range shot involved in this job,” she thought to herself. “Would have to make adjustments for the light refraction.”Continue reading “Sunbeams”→