#FridayFictioneers Flash. Crash. Pop.

I work on poetry at my other blog, A Full Cup of Tea, and dabble in some short stories and flash fiction here with the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS. Every Friday authors from around the world gather to share their 100-word stories based on the photo prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff. We offer support, constructive criticism, and encouragement to each other. Readers are encouraged to comment. My contribution for the week follows the photo prompt below…

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Photo Prompt (C) Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

My husband, I knew the weather called for rain most of the day, so we threw the roast in the crock pot and set about watching the games and some laundry here and there. As the aroma of salty meat began to drift from the kitchen into the living room, the thunder crackled closer.

Flash. Crash. Pop.

Followed by a loud thunderous roar is what we heard just as the TV snapped off along with all the power on the block. The dog ran upstairs, and we all looked at one another in the growing shadows wondering what to do for dinner now.

-103 words based on a true story-

#StoryaDay Wrong Stop

My September Story a Day for the day. I’ve gotten a bit distracted and haven’t kept up. Time to get back on track.

“Ding! Stop garh blar garh,” announced the jumbled robotic voice of the light rail system.

Ty still absorbed in his Thermodynamics book hopped off one station too soon, not paying attention to where he was going. As he headed towards the station exit he walked right into a large man.

“What here you’re going, punk!” The man screamed as he threw Ty’s book onto the tracks.

“No, I need that book to study for my exam tomorrow,” Ty lamented.

“If you don’t get out of my way, nerd, you’re going to be next,” the large man snarled as the next train raced over the book on the tracks.

Once the man hopped on the train and it sped away Ty felt it was safe to hop onto the tracks to retrieve his battered book and head home. He never saw the returning train coming.

 

#FridayFictioneers Hit the Deck

I work on poetry at my other blog, A Full Cup of Tea, and dabble in some short stories and flash fiction here with the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS. Every Friday authors from around the world gather to share their 100-word stories based on the photo prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff. We offer support, constructive criticism, and encouragement to each other. Readers are encouraged to comment. My contribution for the week follows the photo prompt below…

Also counting this as my September Story a Day for the day.

PHOTO PROMPT -© Vijayay Sundaram

PHOTO PROMPT -© Vijaya Sundaram

 

Boom! Pop ! Zizzle! BANG!

A loud bang sounded nearby followed by a red glow and the gleeful voices of children up the street. It was August there should be any more fireworks.

“Hit the deck!” James shouted as he jumped to  the ground and covered his head with the couch pillow. “We’re taking on fire!”

Both he and the dog had taken up sheltered positions behind the recliner before I finished checking out the window. “It’s just the kids up the street setting off the last of their fireworks,” I calmly explained as I turned up the TV.

-98 words-

Veterans, PTSD, and fireworks http://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/military-vets-ptsd-4th-fireworks-can-be-nerve-wracking-n602526

 

Monday Miss

Monday morning, I mumbled with my head down as I lugged my bag up to my stop. Mondays were always the worst. I had an essay exam in my the first-period class; it could not get any worse than that I huffed.

As I neared my stop, halfway up the huge hill, I saw the white sedan bouncing out of control towards a group of small children playing in the street. I barely got a ‘hey’ before the car hit the first kid, mowing them all down before it spun to a stop in front of me.

 

#FridayFictioneers Hard Landing

I work on poetry at my other blog, A Full Cup of Tea, and dabble in some short stories and flash fiction here with the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS. Every Friday authors from around the world gather to share their 100-word stories based on the photo prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff. We offer support, constructive criticism, and encouragement to each other. Readers are encouraged to comment. My contribution for the week follows the photo prompt below…

PHOTO PROMPT © Melanie Greenwood

PHOTO PROMPT © Melanie Greenwood

 

 

I didn’t hear a word the crew said as passengers called out in panic when the plane rocked to the left.  Why hadn’t I paid attention during the safety briefing I lamented as I frantically searched for the safety card in front of me. Where were we I wonder briefly as I looked to my left to see the guy next to me yacking cheap liquor as the plane jolted again to the left. I was thankful I didn’t get motion sickness as the plane lurched forward and then landed with a loud thud on the hard pavement to cars honking.

~Word Count: 101 Words~

 

#MysteryMonday Missing Spider

Continued from Friday’s post CoffeeTime

“It’s gone…I don’t…know,” Jamie puffed into the phone incoherently.
“Hold tight, I’m on my way,” I responded as I hung up the phone and started up my car.
I found Jamie on the floor of his garage surrounded by crumpled paper, bubble wrap, and little glass containers. “I’ve searched in all of these…it’s gone.”
“Maybe whats-her-face took it when she moved out.”
“No,” Jamie replied flatly to my suggestion.
“Look no one wants a fossilized spider…it has to be here somewhere.”
“It’s not just any spider it’s rare, it’s ancient, and the prize of my collection! Someone took it!”
“Why would some want to do that?” I asked as I gingerly shuffled through the containers of arachnids and assorted insects.
“To hurt me,” Jamie whined like a child. I paused from my search to give Jaime a look that said I did not buy that reasoning to which he responded quietly, “To sell it.”
“Is it valuable?” I questioned. I had no idea about these things. I tried to avoid spiders altogether. Just sorting through Jamie’s current collection made me a little squeamish.
“Oh yes, to a museum or other similar collection, the specimen could fetch a price of $2.84 million and at auction even more.”
“And you were keeping in your garage? Let’s start making a list of who knew you had the fossil and wanted it and then talk about your choice of storage options.”

~Word Count: 240 words~

#FridayFictioneers Coffee Time

I work on poetry at my other blog, A Full Cup of Tea, and dabble in some short stories and flash fiction here with the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS. Every Friday authors from around the world gather to share their 100-word stories based on the photo prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff. We offer support, constructive criticism, and encouragement to each other. Readers are encouraged to comment. My contribution for the week follows the photo prompt below…

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Photo Copyright Jean L. Hays

The sunlight dancing around through the clear panes of the coffee shop window kept the second cup of coffee warm across the table. I rocked back on the legs of the uneven bar stool to sneak a peek at my phone again. Twenty-five minutes late and no response. This was so unlike Jamie I thought with an audible sigh. The blonde barista began to notice my distress as the morning rush had now scurried out of the shop. As she approached the table my phone buzzed, I grabbed Jamie’s coffee and headed for the door, “Where are you?!”

~Word Count: 98 words~