Big Trouble — FFfAW 169

Title: Big Trouble
Source: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – Week of 06-12 through 06-18-2018
Word count: 160 words

Thank you Wildverbs for our photo prompt this week!

Big Trouble

Mia scrunched her nose and glanced over at Liam the troublemaker.

Every few weeks mother brought them here and told Mia to watch Liam. They would get ice cream when she returned.

Mia reminded Liam about the ice cream often, but sometimes it didn’t matter. One time she chased him around the bench. Another time he raced along the sidewalk turning to stick his tongue out at her. Each time she wrestled him back to the bench.

Today Liam sat still. Mia’s sigh of relief was Liam’s cue to wiggle and squirm his way toward the edge of the bench. She flung her arms around him as he struggled to escape.

Mia heard laughter and mother’s voice.

“You two are so cute.”

Mia let go and Liam jumped to his feet, raced towards the fountain and a second later he was knee deep in the water.

“Oh Liam, this baby better be like your sister.” Mother sighed waddling after him.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Final Exam — Three Line Tales, Week 124

From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
You can find the original prompt here. Thank you, Sonya.

photo by Luis Alfonso Orellana via Unsplash

Final Exam

Edric was sure she was lost, but when she scrutinized her master’s directions for the umpteenth time everything checked out.

She shook her head sending her fiery red curls bouncing before she took a deep breath and continuing along the dark, intimidating street.

Making the last turn, the sight of two doors turned her blood to ice, and she knew her final training had begun.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Never Again – FFfPP 2018 Week 23

Title: Never Again
Source: FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2018 WEEK #23
Word count: 200 words

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Neil stood in total darkness, surrounded by strangers. The crowd swayed with the drumbeat; it pulsed through his chest and radiated out to his extremities.  Heat competed with contrasting aromas emanating from the throng. It assaulted his senses leaving him overwhelmed.

A brilliant flash of light accompanied the crash of a cymbal before the venue plunged into shadows again. The glare echoed across his vision and Neil blinked. He no sooner regained his bearings in the gloom than the cymbal clashed, and the accompanying light blinded him once again. The intervals between the blasts shortened until it synchronized with the drumbeat.

The sight of the band emerging on stage pushed a deafening roar from the crowd overpowering the beat of the drum and the clash of the cymbal. Neil clapped his hands over his ears and turned searching for a way out.  He bounced against people fighting his way towards the green light and the door beneath it. Neil crashed through as music rushing from the stage propelled him forward. The door shuttered shut; he gasped and sputtered, falling to the floor in a heap.

Later in the safety of his car he deleted the band’s music from his phone.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Hysteria — Friday Fictioneers June 8, 2018

Title: Hysteria
Source: Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

She had been here before; she was sure. Or maybe somewhere similar? Alarm bells sounded, and her stomach tightened into a knot. How had she gotten here? The knot twisted her into a panic. Her eyes darted, scanning, looking for something, someone. Did no one fell the danger lurking here? Then she saw him. He stood below her, staring at her. She tried to move, to run, but instead, she was rooted to the floor, unable to break the connection he held. Terrified, frozen, she was desperate to escape. She heard screaming as the scene faded and darkness engulfed her.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Decision Time — 3 Line Tales

From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
You can find the original prompt here. Thank you, Sonya.

photo by Marc-Olivier Jodoin via Unsplash

Decision Time

Everything Evan knew lay a breath behind him.

Untold adventures, limitless possibilities, and trials he could not even imagine faced him.

What happened next would depend on whether he had the courage to step into the portal.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Run Away – 100WW

Title: Run Away
Source: 100 Word Wednesday: Week 74
Word count: 100 words

Image by Bikurgurl

Robbie struggled to walk down the sidewalk with his bag. Flung over his shoulder, he managed a half a dozen steps before it plummeted to the ground, nearly toppling him.

Robbie sighed, the sidewalk went on forever. Running away from home was harder than he imagined. Three houses from home, he was tired and hungry.

“That you Robbie?”

Mrs. Baxter stood on her front porch.

“I made cookies. You interested in being my taste tester?”

The three-year-old nodded, almost sobbing. He didn’t see Mrs. Baxter give his mom the thumbs up as he headed towards his rescuer.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Indigo — FFfAW

Title: Indigo
Source: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers –  Week of 06-05 to 06-11,  2018
Word count: 170 words

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yarnspinnerr. Thank you Yarnspinnerr!

She gazed out the window at a smaller plane and gave a contemptuous snort.

“Out of business in a year,” she predicted.

Her meeting had gone well. Dr. Patel headed the team developing a cure for this year’s malady. Her marketers were busy raising awareness and money to fund his research. Clinical trials showed promise, except for the side effects. Dr. Patel was trying to eliminate or minimize them, working on countless variations without success. One variation only amplified the side effects. That formulation excited her and ended her search.

She stroked the jump drive containing all of Dr. Patel’s research. She had liked him. Her watch confirmed they would be in the air when the laboratory experienced a catastrophic explosion destroying everyone and everything.

It was all she needed to change the world and make other drugs seem like candy. Now, the bastards who betrayed her would pay, and she would be in control.  They would come to her, begging.

She would rule with a blue pill called Indigo.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Reboot

Photo credit: ChrisHamby on Visualhunt.com / CC BY-SA

Jessy slid into the seat and stared at the seatback in front of her for a moment before clamping her eyes shut. The events of the past month played back in her mind like a theatrical drama set at hyper-accelerated speed. It left her feeling nauseous and as the Uber lurched forward the contents of her stomach threatened to find a new home on her lap.

“In through the nose. Hold. Now out through the mouth.”  Jessy followed the words whispered by the nearly forgotten voice.

She listened to the voice and tried to block everything but the instructions.

“Breath. Deep inhalations. Hold for a count of three. On the exhale imagine the tension leaving your body.”

As the Uber lurched and jerked through the streets, bringing her closer to her destination, Jessy sat and focused on her breath. The tumultuous sensations running between her stomach and her mind eased, but she kept her eyes closed. The Uber sped on, hurling her into an ambiguous future.

Calmer now, she let her mind wander to the multitude of scenarios she had constructed. None of them involved a warm welcome. She doubted she was wrong.

The din of the city seeped through the window and wound around the soft voice that kept her breathing. Suddenly, Jessy knew right where she was. Left turn. Down the block. Third stop sign and the Uber eased to the right before coming to a stop. She opened her eyes and gazed at the brownstone. Not a single detail had changed since she had left, except it looked smaller than she remembered.

Jessy paid the driver, checked the email receipt, grabbed her purse and opened the car door. A rush of frigid Chicago air assaulted her as she stepped from the car and left her gasping. The driver tossed the luggage onto the sidewalk and headed back to the warmth of the driver’s seat. Jessy crunched over frosty half frozen and slushy snow to stand next to almost everything she owned.

She watched as the Uber pulled into the street and disappeared around the corner. Jessy pulled her coat tight around her neck.  She glanced at the door wondering if she should leave the luggage and go ring the bell or lug them to the door. As she reached for the handle of the bag closest to her, she heard the unmistakable sucking sound the screen door made when the heavy front door opened. The screen door creaked, and the windowpane rattled as the door inched outward.

The words that echoed off every frozen surface in the neighborhood chilled her more than the biting wind.

“Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to get that crap off the sidewalk?”

“Welcome home,” Jessy said to the pile of luggage as she gathered up various handles and straps. She half carried half drug her burden along the sidewalk, up the thirteen steps and caught her elbow in the narrowly propped open screen door. After squeezing and shoving the luggage past the threshold, she stepped inside. The door slammed shut behind her, and the quiet Chicago cold engulfed the neighborhood once more.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

You’re Pretty — 100WW

Title: You’re Pretty
Source: 100 Word Wednesday: Week 19
Word count: 100 words

Photo By William Stitt

People said it to her all her life, “You’re pretty, for a black girl.”

Their words hurt her, cut into her soul, made her question her self-worth. Tamecia could have bowed her head and let her anger consume her. Instead, she walked in a different world. She used her art to educate and inform, to tell other women they were not alone. Her art explored beauty and feminism and exposed how the definition frustrated and hurt women. She recognized the scars while refusing to allow them to define her. She worked to remove the lines that never should have existed.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Digging Deeper – FFfPP

Title: Digging Deeper
Source: FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2017 WEEK #21
Word count: 200 words

Kurt stood at the edge of the pit glaring at the idle excavator. He had just arrived when his radio crackled, reporting an injury on site. Kurt rushed to the pit to see Pete slumped over the tractors of the excavator. The emergency crew whisked him to the hospital leaving Kurt to complete the paperwork and arrange for a replacement operator.

He lifted his hard hat and ran his hand through his hair. Concern for Pete competed with frustration in another delay. They were behind schedule. Kurt glanced at the office clock, time slipped away. He relied on Pete, counted on his expertise to get them back on schedule.

The radio crackled, the voice informed him the replacement operator had arrived. In an hour, the excavator growled and sputtered and the bucket took a bite of dirt. Kurt headed back to his truck.

Alone he dialed the number of the hospital. He spoke with a nurse who connected him with Pete’s doctor. Dr. Barton said Pete was dehydrated, but responding well to treatment. They predicted Pete would be fine by tomorrow. Relief flooded through him, Pete, his baby brother was okay. Kurt knew he couldn’t run the business without him.

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Jo Hawk The Writer