Treasured Moments – Flash Fiction Challenge

Title: Treasured Moments
Source:  Flash Fiction Challenge
Prompt: Write a story that makes a big splash.
Word count:  99 words

My daughter stood at the lake’s edge, trying to skim stones across its surface. As they plunged into the water, I remembered standing on this shore, throwing pebbles to master the skill. My father showed me the proper wrist flick to send a stone bouncing over the glassy expanse. Those rocks inspired my love of geology and my assemblage of semi-precious gems.

As I reached the shoreline, she stooped, selecting another rock from the bowl holding my collection. I gasped. Then I cradled her hand, positioned her wrist to the proper angle, and together we let the beauty fly.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Defying Disapproval – 3 Line Tales

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

photo by Samuel Taylor via Unsplash

Feeling liked I didn’t belong, I strengthened my defenses, embraced my differences and flaunted them before my critics.

I owned my label of the Black Sheep of the family.

But a black sheep is never alone, we gathered together and found unity, acceptance and our new relatives.
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Jo Hawk The Writer

Memory Lane – 100 Word Wednesday

Title: Memory Lane
Source:  100 Word Wednesday: Week 123
Word count: 100 words

Image by Bikurgurl

I hadn’t been here in years. Mom said it was parked behind the barn, and I walked the path I had taken countless times as a kid. It felt strange to be home, and my past seemed surreal.

The band bus held fuzzy memories of endless road trips as we traveled from one gig to another. If we were lucky, they paid enough for gas to the next town, eating was optional. I wouldn’t change the hard times that honed our band’s unique sound and created a family. Music shaped my whole life and forged the musician standing here today.
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Jo Hawk The Writer

Drawing Inspiration – Weekend Writing Prompt

Title: Drawing Inspiration
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt #109 – Idyll
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 84 words.

Jason grew up in the city. His parents shuttled him from school to soccer practice, music lessons and extracurricular activities. He sat in the backseat and drew. Crayons, markers and pencil stubs littered his backpack. They chalked his drawings up to childish pursuits, but his third-grade art teacher had a different opinion.

As a professional artist, he moved to a rural idyll. He painted his surroundings, lush landscapes infused his work with an exuberance that propelled his career to heights he had never imagined.
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Jo Hawk The Writer

Free Falling – Thursday Threads

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Joe knew how to fly. His daddy had zoomed his infant son through the air, a sure-fire tactic to transform cries into peals of laughter.

On his fifth birthday, his uncle gave him a bicycle, and Joe discovered the joy of the wind in his hair. He spent every available hour outside burning around the cul-de-sac. It wasn’t long before the training wheels came off and Joe was in search of bigger thrills.

Bike tricks, wheelies, and stoppies were followed by plywood ramps. An upgrade to a motorbike provided powered flights into big air. There were crashes that demanded trips to the hospital where he collected plaster casts, splints, and stitches. He wore bruises with pride, badges of courage and testimony of a new skill attempted and mastered.

“Why can’t you keep your wheels on the ground?” his mother asked.

“Well, that’d be no fun,” Joe answered with a smile and a wink.

“I love the acceleration, the sensation of a rocket launch into space. Each jump lets me leave this world for a while. Time slows as the bike and I float in thin air. For a split-second, everything stops. The world’s demands fall away, and I am free.” Joe paused, eyes closed, joy painted his face and touched his mother’s heart.

“Pain doesn’t exist, misery is suspended, and life has meaning. Then I’m free falling. I return to earth knowing I bring a piece of that feeling with me.”

His mother ruffled his hair and hugged him tightly.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Promise Land – Friday Fictioneers

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

PHOTO PROMPT © Ceayr

Joyce gently lowered the heavy shopping bags to the ground. She breathed deeply and considered the looming stairs.

“You have made it to base camp, Joyce,” she said. “You are an experienced Sherpa, and you can summit again. Your team is counting on you.”

Each day the climb grew harder. Years ago, she bought the dream, she worked hard, scrimped and saved.

“Retirement is a bitch,” she said picking up her load.

One foot followed the next in her steady, slow ascent until she reached the top where she paused and swallowed her tears.

“Sweetheart, I’m home with your medicine.”

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Sweet Competition – Flash Fiction Challenge

Title: Sweet Competition
Source:  Flash Fiction Challenge
Prompt: Write a story that includes strawberries and mint.
Word count:  99 words

 

Edith set the heavy mixing bowl on the counter and surveyed today’s haul. She absentmindedly patted her chest with her right hand as she thought.

She was tired of strawberry shortcake, and Elenore’s receipt had won for two years running. Strawberry pie was too simple, and her strawberry jam cookies had competition from Ruth.

She caressed the velvety surface of a large berry.

“Red velvet,” the words slipped from her lips, and an idea formed. Red velvet strawberry cupcakes with minted whipped cream, topped with a huge glazed berry.

“Eat your heart out, Elenore,” she said with a smile.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Charmed – 3 Line Tales

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

photo by Alexej via Unsplash

I checked the crumpled scrap of paper and read the faded writing once more.

It marked the end of duality, signifying birth, life, and death, the beginning, middle, and the end.

Raising my fist, I pounded on the ancient door, once, twice, thrice.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Vacation’s Peril – Friday Fictioneers

Title: Vacation’s Peril
Source:  Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

PHOTO PROMPT © Susan Eames

Macario needed a vacation. His work was grueling. Long hours at the office meant he could provide for Rosa and treat her like a queen. This trip, he promised, was all about her.

He slept on the plane, and she forgave him.

When the airplane hit the ground, his phone started. Texts, calls, and emails bombarded him. She made excuses, gave him space until she heard him call her ‘babe’.

He swore it wasn’t what she thought. When his phone rang again, he responded with his deceitful gestures.

No jury would convict her for what she was about to do.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Celestial Transit – Weekend Writing Prompt

Title: Celestial Transit
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt #108 – Mercurial
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 38 words.

Photo by DAVIDCOHEN on Unsplash

Alistair peered through the bushes amazed by the spectacle before him. He was cautious, unsure of his fate should the Mercurial beings discover him. He dared not breath as he watched them dance in the moon’s pale light.
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Jo Hawk The Writer