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#FF: My bags are packed

© Ron Pruitt
© Ron Pruitt

100-word Flash Fiction
#FridayFictioneers

This week’s story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.


“Gus, I think I’ve had enough.”

“What do you mean? Enough of what?”

“Whatever this is.”

“But, we’re having fun. What am I missing? I thought we were good.”

“Maybe too good? I think I’m bored.”

“I had no idea.”

“You’re happy just taking each day as it comes.”

“What do you plan to do?”

“I’m not sure yet. I’m looking at some options.”

“Options? So, you’ve really thought this out.”

“Yes.”

“How will you get there?”

“Bus, probably. I always wanted to see some of the country.”

“OK.”

“I’ll see you at home then?”

“Yes.”

“Love you!”

“Love you too!”

***

Sometimes, you just need some time alone to breathe, reflect, and regroup, especially if you’re an introvert. And, that’s okay.

MFtS: Bucket list

2015-01-19 - BW BeachamThis is my entry for the Monday’s Finish the Story (MFTS) challenge. Here’s the photo provided for which I’ve written a flash fiction piece (171 words). Enjoy. See you all next Monday.


They finally made their escape.

Jenny heaved a great sigh, rolled down her window, and yelled into the thickening autumn forest as gobs of mud splashed over the hood and windshield of the vehicle, “Whoohoooo!”

Ben was laid off two months ago and Jenny quit her mind-numbing administrative job three weeks ago. Their house deal closed yesterday; the money was in the bank. They sold or gave away all their belongings except for their Jeep, their camping gear, and basic clothing needs. All the estate affairs for Jenny’s dad were in order.

Ben laughed and followed her lead. They laughed like wild children with not a care in the world. Tension flew out the window along with their shouts and laughter. They were free. One year on the road. They’d talked about it for years. Now, they were actually doing it.

Jenny thought of Dad’s last words. “Girl, you only live once. Don’t kick the bucket without doing all the things on the list you stashed in it.”

Good advice, Dad.

***

A sigh of relief

hokusai4rwf100-word Flash Fiction. #FridayFictioneers
A story inspired by this photo provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

Thomas slept soundly. Isobel didn’t.

She scuffled to her office and lit a candle. Clutter and chaos reigned in the dim light — peanut butter, jam, salt, yogurt, spoon, knife, crackers, a noisy computer fan, sirens screaming outside, a store-bought seashell. This was the jumble of her life. The charade drained her time and energy.

A few words in her final blog post. A note to leave on the kitchen counter. She smiled as she signed her words.

The car was packed.

She could already feel the sand on her toes and sun in her hair.

Sayonara city life!

***

Where to?

Flash fiction (1262 words)

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Diane threw the keys at him and barely missed his head. They put quite a dent in the wall though. Probably a good thing she didn’t hit him. She might have taken out an eye or cut his head open.

He was drunk again and she’d had enough. He came home and tried to take control again. Fix my supper! Why wasn’t the carpet vacuumed? Looks like you’ve put on a few pounds again, huh!

She’d never been mad enough to throw something at him. He had raised his hand to her several times over the past few years, but he’d never actually hit her—yet. She was convinced it was just a matter of time. Continue reading Where to?

Tomorrow

Prompt from
Inspiration Monday: I miss the stars
(200 – 500 words)


Public Domain Image“I’ve been hidden away for fourteen years. My world is dark. I’m lonely. I long for the night so I can escape into my dreams. Dreams are the only time I feel alive. I am afraid.”
These words have been ringing in Leigh’s head nearly every day for the last few years. She has to get out of here. She’s in a prison of her own doing. This she will finally admit. She was young and in love. She married when she didn’t even know who she was. She certainly didn’t know who he was. Everyone warned her that he was not good for her. Fool! She thought she was in love. Continue reading Tomorrow