Flash Fiction Challenge – Peering from the woods

Flash Fiction Challenge: August 9, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes  an act of “peering from the woods.” Go where the prompt leads.

https://carrotranch.com/2018/08/09/august-9-flash-fiction-challenge/

My contribution:

She likes it here. How the breeze blows her hair as she swings. Back and forth.

The soft sweat pants protect the scabs on her legs.

 

What’s your name? the little boy keeps asking.

But she keeps shaking her head. Silent.

 

The little girl asks Ya wanna swing with me?

She smiles and nods.

 

In mid swing she sees it.

A flash of red. Movement.

In woods across the street.

Foot down scraping grass.

Swing slows. Jumps off. Stares hard.

Fists clench.

 

Someone is peering at her from under a tree.

 

Turning around, she runs.

The little girl follows.

Flash Fiction Challenge – Yellow Tent

Flash Fiction Challenge: August 2, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a yellow tent. Where is it and who does it belong to? Think of how the color adds to the story. Go where the prompt leads.

https://carrotranch.com/2018/08/03/august-2-flash-fiction-challenge/

My contribution:

A Little Yellow Tent

 

Are you okay kid?

 The last thing she remembers is a truck door closing.

Then sleeping in this soft lap.

She struggles to open her eyes. So tired.

Where Am I?

 

Kid! What’s your name? Who are you?

She turns toward the voice. A kind voice.

A smooth hand covers hers. Gentle and warm.

Something in her untwists.

Tears escape, sliding down her face.

She feels herself lifted up. Hears a door opening.

 

She peeks. A blue house. Flowers. Swings.

A little girl. A little boy.

A little yellow tent; flap up. Toys inside.

“Ya wanna play?”

She smiles.

Flash Fiction Challenge – Stranded Suitcase

Flash Fiction Challenge: July 26, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about what happens next to a stranded suitcase. Go where the prompt leads you, but consider the different perspectives you can take to tell the tale.

https://carrotranch.com/2018/07/27/july-26-flash-fiction-challenge/

My contribution:

 

The Respite Suitcase

 

She is so very tired. Of walking and walking.

The sun blinding as she emerges from the woods.

Dirty.  Legs scratched. Cotton dress torn.

 

Cars roar by. A motorcycle backfires.

She jumps, turning to go back.

Then she sees it. It looks kind of familiar.

Grimy and gouged, its rusty metal corners bent in.

An old suitcase stranded in the brush.

 

She stumbles over to it, considering.

I’ll just rest here for now. It’s okay.

She cleans a spot for sitting, picking off dead leaves.

Carefully lowering herself down, she sighs; eyelids closing.

As a truck pulls over. Unnoticed.

Flash Fiction Challenge – Fannie Hooe

Flash Fiction Challenge: July 19, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about Fannie Hooe. Although she is a legend in the Kewenaw, feel free to go where the prompt leads.

https://carrotranch.com/2018/07/19/july-19-flash-fiction-challenge/

 

My contribution:

Fannie Hooe

Let them think I’m out picking blueberries!

Fannie’s mind raced as she ran through the woods; not noticing her long dress catching on low branches. Leaving a fabric trail.

Fannie this Fannie that. Do they think I’m just a servant? I’m mighty tired of taking care of everyone. She dreaded going back to Virginia. And she loved it here near Fort Wilkins. Beautiful and calm.

The lake! There it is! She smiled. Sweat dripped from her face.

“FANNY HOOE!”

Thornton must be looking for her, but she didn’t care.

It was so hot and the water was so close.

Flash Fiction Challenge – Broken Fence

Flash Fiction Challenge: July 12, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a broken fence. You can mend it, leave it, or explain its place in a story. Go where the prompt leads.

https://carrotranch.com/2018/07/12/july-12-flash-fiction-challenge/

My contribution:

Matter of Time

Damn her.

His hand hurt like hell. She’d broken the skin.

Blood smeared onto the bed as he pulled himself up.

Damn her.

He stumbled out the open back door into the yard.

He lit a cigarette and growled…I know you’re out here. It’s just a matter of time.

Moonlight reflected off the chicken wire on the old split rail fence. The entire yard surrounded. And overgrown.

He smiled and spoke…You Know There’s No Way Out. 

Then he noticed it. Mangled wire. Rotted wood in pieces. An opening.

A broken fence had ruined everything.

She was gone.

Flash Fiction Challenge – Buttons

Flash Fiction Challenge: July 5, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes buttons. You can use the word plural or singular in different expressions, or focus on how buttons relate to a story. Go where the prompt leads.

https://carrotranch.com/2018/07/05/july-5-flash-fiction-challenge/

My contribution:

Button It

Button it, the voice behind her said.

All she had done was tell him.

No, I won’t…she tried again.

BUTTON IT.

She strained to turn around, but he held her too tight. His breath stank. She smelled beer and cigarettes as he whispered in her ear Button Your Damn Mouth Do You Hear Me?

She tried to twist away, but his shaky hand now covered her mouth.

She spoke once more. I will never go back to that…

He ignored her. I said Button It

She bit down hard. He howled and let go.

And then she ran.