Tag: Flash Fiction

Unforgettable – Flash Fiction

by Christine Bolton • March 13, 2023 • 19 Comments

Unforgettable

In the warm morning air I walked along the beach. My footsteps the only ones visible after the previous night’s storm. Kicking through seaweed and the empty shells of horseshoe crabs I let my mind wander back to you. It was here we built our love on a foundation of sand, ignoring the risks. We’d lay in sunshine as it darkened our skin and tingled our noses. At sunset, when night devoured the day, we made love under a moonlit, starry sky. Our promises were made to be broken. Time stood still as we built sandcastles dedicated to a summer love that neither of us wanted to end. Inevitably it did and we went our separate ways.

So long ago but in space in time I sit thousands of feet above the sea and I am still able to conjure an image of you.

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Merril is hosting Prosery Monday at D’Verse and has prompted us to write a piece of flash fiction or non-fiction that includes the following line:

“In space in time I sit thousands of feet above the sea”
From May Sarton, “Meditation in Sunlight”

Prosery is to be no more that 144 words excluding the title.

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Starting Over – Flash Fiction

by Christine Bolton • February 13, 2023 • 18 Comments

The fragrant smell of roses was my wake up call reminding me to savor the moment. How long had it been? Was it three or four years? Shuddering I dispelled the troublesome thoughts that continued to creep into my head, derailing me. I let my mind come back to the present. Today was going to be about me and I just hoped I could remember how to do that.

Taking my tea, I stepped outside, feeling the warmth of the morning sun. I sat at the table I had lovingly restored and repainted. There was a breeze that gently blew away the cobwebs of my past. I felt almost light-headed as the thought of not one single duty to attend to brought a smile to my face. Many possibilities suddenly presented themselves and I thought this year’s a different thing – I will not think of you

Merril js hosting Prosery Monday at D’Verse
We are to write a piece of Flash Fiction or Non Fiction incorporating this line from Charlotte Mews’s poem called I So Liked Spring.

This year’s a different thing - I will not think of you.

Prosery is regarded as a piece of fiction/non fiction of no more than 144 words, excluding the title.

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Into the Gray – Flash Fiction

by Christine Bolton • December 5, 2022 • 22 Comments

Into the Gray

I sit by the window looking outside. The dawn has barely broken, and a fine mist is suspended just above the lake’s surface. The silence of the morning has an eerie feel to it. The sun yet to show itself, hidden by the foreboding still-dark clouds.

Having barely slept my eyes are sore. Puffy bags have formed under my lower lids. A small price to pay for a night without bad dreams. It has been four days since arriving at the cabin and I have yet to see another soul.

I venture outside and down the slope to the water’s edge. Mist still visible providing a light blanket of cover. Shedding the confinement of clothing I slip into the cold water. Allowing it to consume me and in the tender gray, I swim undisturbed. The water washes away the nightmares that had consumed me.

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Lisa from Tao Talk is hosting Prosery Monday at D'Verse.  She has given us the following line of poetry to be the prompt for our piece of Flash Fiction.

"In the tender gray, I swim undisturbed" 
by Celia Dropkin,from, “In Sullivan County”

D'Verse Prosery is Flash Fiction of exactly 144 words excluding the title.

Image by Esther Heide from Pixabay

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The Tangled Web We Weave – Flash Fiction

by Christine Bolton • October 10, 2022 • 16 Comments

The Tangled Web We Weave

He never listened. Oh, he heard, but was incapable of listening to her.

In the beginning she loved his intelligence and sweetness. There was something deliciously romantic about his thoughtful gestures. He cast a spell on her, capturing her in his jeweled web. Making sure she was good and stuck in place. She could neither come nor go. The quirkiness of his personality once refreshing and keeping her always on her toes, now suffocating. Trapped by his weirdness that quickly lost its appeal. Squeezing the breath from her lungs and energy from her body.

What she mistakenly took for romance was actually a predator luring his prey. Now his web constricts and chokes her until she is no more. To her, death is quite romantic. She speaks no more but he didn’t listen to her anyway. If he couldn’t have her, then nobody would.

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Bjorn is hosting Prosery Monday at D’Verse. He has prompted us with a line from Bob Dylan’s Desolation Row to be included in our piece of flash fiction to be no more than 144 words.
”To her, death is quite romantic”

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Flower Child – Flash Fiction

by Christine Bolton • September 12, 2022 • 21 Comments

Flower Child

Every Sunday without fail, mother and I would walk to the station and catch the morning train to the coast to see my grandmother.

Mother would tend to grandmother’s garden, caring for roses, mowing grass and trimming bushes. I amused myself as best I could for an eight-year old but mostly I learned about flowers. Names like Peony, Hollyhock, and Delphinium. The term “bedding plants” made the child I was, giggle. But pretty blue Lobelia was prefect next to the white Alyssum.

Exhausted we’d return in the early evening with armfuls of her beautiful blooms.

I did not always want to go. I know now my mother was escaping from her unhappy life and needed the diversion. She is no longer here and I think I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace reminding me always of her.

Sanaa aka adashofsunny is hosting Prosery Monday at D'Verse.
She has prompted us with this line from a poem that is to be included
in our piece of flash fiction exactly as it is.

"I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace.” from the poem, “What I would like to grow in my Garden.” by Katherine Riegel.

The piece of flash fiction is to have no more than 144 words'

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Happy as a Lark – Flash Fiction

by Christine Bolton • August 15, 2022 • 42 Comments

Happy as a Lark

Time of no consequence on this summer afternoon. Reclining comfortably on the cool grass, my back against the shady oak. Around me gossamer wings of dragonflies work overtime returning my incredulous stare.

Birdsong fills the air as buttercups wave in the breeze. My mind wanders wherever it wishes and I remember childhood family walks through these fields. Being the youngest I’d sit atop my father’s shoulders. My siblings carrying the makings of a picnic our mother would set on a tartan blanket. After, we would play hide and seek and make daisy chains to wear. Happy as larks we would run until exhausted and collapse in a heap under a tree.

Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings. Unrecognizable at first but then as I stir it becomes clearer. The beautiful sound of a summer lark completing my reverie.

Lisa is hosting Prosery Monday at D'Verse Poets tonight. The line we are to use in our piece of Flash Fiction or Non Fiction is by Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr., from The Chambered Nautilus "Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings"
Prosery is exactly 144 words excluding the title. It cannot be poetry.

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Crooked Smile – Flash Fiction

by Christine Bolton • July 18, 2022 • 25 Comments

Crooked Smile

She had known pain. Living with her like a constant companion. Sometimes nudging, often poking. Always reminding her of its presence.

The hurt ever-present. Over time festering in her heart, she would lance it like a boil. Easing out the poison stopping it traveling to her very soul. Concentrating on this familiar task helped her through another day.

The pain reminded her she was alive. Without it, dead. To the observer, she was a hamster on a wheel continuously moving, going nowhere, caught in a vicious cycle. That is how I remembered her.

Now returning to that place I see her vacant look gone. Replaced with shining eyes I’d never noticed before. Knowing instinctively what happened to the pain she carried. She’d had it sliced away, leaving a scar, and she wore it proudly on her face in the form of a crooked smile.

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Prosery Monday at D'Verse is hosted tonight by Sarah from SarahSouthwest.  She
has given us a line from a poem by Michael Donaghy.
"She’d had it sliced away, leaving a scar"
We are to use it in exact order in our piece of fiction of exactly 144 words.

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Blind Faith – Flash Fiction

by Christine Bolton • May 9, 2022 • 26 Comments

Blind Faith

The church clock struck again. We’d waited more than an hour.

“Why’s this taking so long?”, said Ma wearily .

“It’s ok”, I replied, knowing the question was rhetorical.

Ma was still guilty about the explosion that left me blind since I was five. It was May Day and the village was celebrating. Da left his cigarette burning while he stepped outside to watch. Pretending I was a grown up, puffing on it, I choked so hard I dropped it near the gas stove. I don’t remember much else until I woke in the hospital.

Since then Ma has taken me to every faith healer that she could find.

Each time I say “For how can I be sure I shall see again?”

“The world on the first of May will be brighter that day because you’ll be able to see it.” she replies.

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Merril is hosting Prosery Monday at D’Verse And has prompted us with this line:  
“For how can I be sure
I shall see again
The world on the first of May” --From “May Day” by Sara Teasdale
Prosery Flash Fiction of exactly 144 words and must include the complete line from the poem.  It may be punctuated but no words can be inserted within the given line.

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Blessings In Disguise – Flash Fiction

by Christine Bolton • February 15, 2022 • 17 Comments

Blessings In Disguise

They sat on the stairs waiting, shoulders touching. Listening to him intently, and loving the warmth of his body next to hers. It was serendipitous she’d locked herself out of the apartment as he was coming home from work. She smiled, remembering.

“You ok?” He had said as he stood outside his door watching her struggle with her door.

“Yes, fine” she had responded, not wanting him to see how frustrated she was.

“You’re locked out, aren’t you?” He said with a smile on his face. “I’ll call a locksmith for you.”

“Not necessary” she said. Embarrassed at her own incompetence. This was not how it was supposed to be. She’d had a much better idea in her head how it would be when they finally met.

But she thought, “It is a moon wrapped up in brown paper.” Sometimes blessings come in disguise.

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Bjorn is hosting Prosery Monday at D'Verse and his prompt is a line from the poem
Valentine by Carol Ann Duffy - “It is a moon wrapped up in brown paper.”  We are to
use it in our piece of Prosery (flash fiction).  No more than 144 words excluding
the title.

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Unforgettable – Flash Fiction

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Flower Child – Flash Fiction

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Happy as a Lark – Flash Fiction

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Crooked Smile – Flash Fiction

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