Last Resort

I haven’t memorized a number in years. Staring at the ceiling as if one’ll slowly, like a feather, fall into my hands I dialed the only one I knew.

Dad? I need some help.

After confessing my whereabouts, he came but would not speak. In the car, words were replaced with heavy sighs while I attempted to replay the nights events in my polluted brain.

How did I get there?

…Where are we going?

He pulled into a treatment center, the same one I’d made repetitive false promises about.

“You asked for help. Go, or I will tell your mother.”

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

This was written in response to: Friday FictioneersThe objective is to challenge yourself to write a 100 word (or less) story that is influenced by a single photo. To read other submissions written for this photo, or to submit your own: click HERE.

F is for Flash Fiction

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

It doesn’t look like much, does it?

The emptiness has replaced the commotion and people have no reason to come around anymore. When chatter about ripping it down started up, I was tormented with thoughts of our home going down with it.

We almost just up and left but here we stand – you, me, the trees and this vacant structure.

It’s kind of beautiful.

Listen to me and listen to me good, Son; when you need to fly, you fly. But, patience? That will take you places. I may be a bird, but oh for the things I’ve seen.


A-Z Challenge: Day Six

This was written in response to: Friday FictioneersThe objective is to challenge yourself to write a 100 word (or less) story that is influenced by a single photo. To read other submissions written for this photo, click HERE.

 

 

Could Be Worse [Friday Fictioneers]

PHOTO PROMPT -© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
PHOTO PROMPT -© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

I knew this place would be a dump.

Be grateful there’s a place at all… sleep out in the rain if you want.

It’s not my fault we’re in this godawful situation, but her tone always implies otherwise.

I rested my unwashed head and couldn’t help but wonder if the overripe stench was me or this questionable pillow. Fighting it, my eyes shifted in the direction of my mother; watching her body sob silently, I drifted.

I love you, kid.

I heard it, I’m just not sure if it was real or if I was dreaming.

Goodnight.


This flash fiction entry was written in response to Friday Fictioneers.
The objective of Friday Fictioneers is to challenge yourself to write a 100 word or less story that is influenced by a single photo. If you’d like to learn more and/or participate, click on the photo prompt above.
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Escape [Friday Fictioneers]

I’m the oil, you’re the water

perhaps you can save yourself.

This day has been coming

I warned you.

I’ll create a hurt you’ve never experienced.

No one ever listens!  

Why are you still here?

No choice will be given

only a perfect opportunity.

Watching the disaster unfold

creates bittersweet ambiance.

Like it or not

an escape has been planned.


PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
This was written in response to: Friday Fictioneers.
The objective of Friday Fictioneers is to challenge yourself to write a 100 word or less story that is influenced by a single photo. If you’d like to learn more and/or participate, click on the photo prompt above.

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Jack & Jill: A Love Story [Friday Fictioneers]

The song that played their love story 70 years ago, filled the air. She knew he had something to do with it, at least she liked to think so.

Oh, Jack… there you go again.

In a park not far away, the music continued to pull her heart in the right direction.  She found it & stopped; each beautiful instrument reminding her of old memories. In her imagination they were dancing on the grass, his arms tight around her waist; 18 again.

When it concluded, she cried & slowly meandered home with a smile on her face.

True love never disappears.

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[[PHOTO PROMPT ©David Stewart]

This was written in response to: Friday Fictioneers. The objective of Friday Fictioneers is to challenge yourself to write a 100 word story that is influenced by a single photo. If you’d like to learn more and/or participate, click on the photo prompt above. 
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