Flash fiction

#99 – Election

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jilbert-ebrahimi

Isaac looked down at his sleeping daughter, his fingers stroking gently at the edge of her crib.  A shard of moonlight bathed the child and, in the quiet serenity of the nursery, Isaac couldn’t imagine any sight more beautiful.

“I,…” He swallowed the words down.  He knew she couldn’t hear him but the pain was too raw.  “One day you’ll understand”

“You must wake her.”

“No.”

His wife was rushing, their suitcases clutched tight in her hands.

“Isaac!  We don’t have time!”

Angry shouts and breaking glass split the air.  Isaac’s daughter smiled, dreaming.

“Give me this one moment,… please.”

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Jilbert Ebrahimi via Unsplash.

Never forget.

Though it seems we already have.

Thanks to Chris Phillips for today’s word.  Chris is a fellow Flash Fiction aficionado and editor of Flash Fiction Online.  You can follow him on twitter @chriscoflips.

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#93 – Milk

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freestocks

White droplets patted against damp straw, soaking through and pooling against frozen concrete beneath.  Billowing steam span through the air and glimmered in the breaking dawn.

Two dozen cows mooed and lowed as their teeth ground in a grumbling, champing chorus.

Still the milk spilled from the machines, streams gathering together amid the red mud that caked each beast’s hooves.

Four dozen eyes saw the black truck arrive.  Four dozen eyes saw the man wash his boots with disinfectant.

White streams became red as the man handed papers to the farmer.  The cow shed door closed for the last time.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image via Freestocks.org

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#89 – Euphoria

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melissa-askew

Blinding green light pulsed through heavy black air, fixing faces like photographs – caught in their euphoria.  Jermain Wallace watched arms and mouths melt together in sexual abandon – tiny slivers of lust matched to music.

The bass trembled in his chest and rode through the floor: the pill dissolved on his tongue.  The faces rippled to blackness and he rose his hands high to worship.

The empty Ibiza desert echoed around him as he opened his eyes.

His shirt was blood-stained.  The blood was not his.

Jermain didn’t care.

The bass was all he needed.  The bass was God.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Melissa Askew via Unsplash.

An interesting image to form a story from this – quite wonderful that I didn’t know precisely where it was going to end up!

Great thanks to supernatural romance author extraordinaire Rebecca Pollard for donating the word.  You can find her on twitter @authorRebeccaP.  Say I sent you 🙂

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#88 – Torn

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Todd Deimer

Eddie’s mouth was hanging open.  He wasn’t entirely sure what had happened.

Around him people were staring, forks held comically close to mouths, awkward coughs and murmurs circling the room like sharks.  Behind him a door slammed closed.

“Can I get you a towel, sir?”

The Maître D remained professionally aloof but Eddie could see sympathy in his eyes.

“I,…. think I’ll have the bill, please.”

Eddie picked up the two halves of paper, her telephone number shredded.  They’d been talking about their blind date.  She’d asked what he enjoyed.

Somehow “Chilling to Netflix” was the wrong answer.

(c) Tim Austin 2016. Image by Todd Deimer via Unsplash.

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#87 – Fragile

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Jake Campbell

Ben needed the woman beside him to shut up.

“Jimmy is such a good kid!  He was first in his class at math for the whole of last year.”

A picture of a teenage boy dropped onto his lap.

“I don’t think,…”

His words dried in his mouth.  The boy in the picture looked so happy.  The Boy looked so peaceful.

“Ben Sharpe?”

The secretary was calling for him.

“Doctor Simpson will see you now.”

Ben looked at Jimmy’s Mother.  She hadn’t stopped crying for 20 minutes.  Ben passed the tattered photograph back to her and retrieved his antidepressants.

“Good luck”.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Jake Campbell via Unsplash.

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#86 – Burning

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thomas shellberg

The flames lapped at the wood and circled in the thinning air.  A large crowd was watching as the fire danced and swelled, entranced by the hypnotic sweep of the blaze.

Music was playing loud and children were dancing.  Cold boxes filled with beer gleamed in the firelight.  The field was full of people talking and laughing together as the last rays of the day sank below the horizon.

The sheriff stepped forward, his hand lifting a microphone to continue his speech.

“Black Lives Matter, they say,…..”  The crowd was laughing.

The children played and watched the white crosses burn.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Thomas Shellberg via Unsplash.

The first image that came to mind with this word was the KKK.  It is a stain on humanity that this group still exists and that any group like this still exists.  But it does and it’s worth remembering that, in these dark times.  Humanity still has a long way to go,….

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#85 – Loyal

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Robert Larsson

Time to play!  Time to play!!

Jesse barked loudly at her owner and ran off through the house in a frantic search.

Where did she leave it?!  Ooo!  Ooo!  I know,……

The Jack Russel dipped her nose to the floor, letting the scent tease and guide her as she snuffled her way to the sofa and reached beneath.  Her jaws snapped closed against plastic.

Found it!!  Mistress will be happy!!

The dog bounded back to her owner, dropping the phone by her hand and licking the woman’s face.  A voice crackled from the handset.

“911, which service please?”

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Robert Larsson via Unsplash.

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#84 – Disfigurement

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Dawn Armfield

“Oi! Freddy Krueger!”

The teenage boy sneered as the rock left his hand and span against the armrest of the man’s wheelchair.

“I said oi!”

The man didn’t move.

The gang could see his reflection in the store window.  His face was white and smooth: burned flesh twisted, his eyes milky. The boy threw another stone, laughing as it whistled past the man’s ear.

The store owner ran out and the gang scattered, their sneering cries echoing down the street.

“Hey man, why didn’t you say something?”

“Because” the burned man replied, “he wasn’t like that before the fire,…”

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Dawn Armfield via Unsplash.

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#83 – Suave

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Ross Parmly

The gentleman brushed his finger over the rim of his glass, a low growl shucked carelessly from his throat.

“Thank you.”

His voice was smooth beneath the gravel of age.  His smile was bright.

The stewardess smiled back, bowing her head a little as she poured another splash of red wine into his glass.  With another quick glance, she stood straight and walked back up the isle.

“Old man in 26 D seems nice,” she chirped, stepping through the crew curtain.

“Oh, he’s a regular,” her friend replied.  “Check your pocket.”

The old man’s smile widened when he heard her scream.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Ross Parmly via Unsplash.

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#81 – Insights

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Dariusz Sankowski

Allen swallowed a mouthful of coffee and rubbed his temple.  It was going to be a long, night.

He ran a finger down the list of phone numbers, looking for something – anything – to give him an edge in court.

Danny Banner loved his kids.  He wouldn’t hurt a fly.

Allen repeated the thought. He believed every word.  The phone was ringing.

“Hi Danny.  Ready for the morning?”

“Nervous.”

“Don’t be.  It’ll be fi,…….”  Allen stopped.

The number beneath his finger made his blood run cold.

“You said you never called her.”

“What?”

“Danny!!”

The silence betrayed them both.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Dariusz Sankowski via Unsplash.

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