Grandfather’s Legacy – Flash Fiction Challenge

Title: Grandfather’s Legacy
Source:  Flash Fiction Challenge
Prompt: Write a story to nourish.
Word count:  99 words

evergreen bonsai tree growing on a rock

Photo by Elissar Haidar on Unsplash

We discovered the tenacious evergreen sprig on our daily walk. Grandfather pitied the seedling clinging to bare stone. A full-grown pine needed access to the earth’s nutrients, and the minuscule reserves in the stone’s clefts and crevices would stunt the tree if it lived at all.

I was only a child, but I vowed to help the sapling. On warm days, we carried water. We sheltered it from storms and patted dirt at its roots.

Today my grandson and I took a walk. I introduced him to the tough tree and smiled when he vowed to protect Grandfather’s legacy.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Memory Lane – Weekend Writing Prompt

Title: Memory Lane
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt # 156 – Home
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 114 words

snow covered house on gray lake with lights on in the window

Photo by Vidar Nordli-Mathisen on Unsplash

The night’s darkness hid his destination until he arrived. He didn’t feel nostalgia, hope, or even curiosity. He’d burned those bridges years ago. The freak spring snowstorm stirred forgotten habits, guided his car to a faraway country he could no longer call home.

Black snowfall accumulated. Cold hardened him, and he waited.

A light punched back grey edges of a lonely dawn, a harbinger of her brighter day.

A man moved through the house toward the kitchen. He pulled filters from the drawer, measured coffee, and retrieved her favorite mug nestled in the cabinet next to the sink.

Bitter regret stained his face as he started his car, resigned to being the one departed.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Pulling the Plug – Friday Fictioneers

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

abandoned refrigerator laying in the weeds at the side of the road

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Terri’s bare knee touched cold linoleum. The distinct aroma of disinfectant, liberally applied over thirty years, was strong in this corner. She fumbled with the cord and wrinkled her nose.

“Is this no other way?” she asked.

“No, I’m afraid not.”

Terri yanked, but the plug and outlet refused to end their embrace. She wiggled and pulled until she broke the bond. The whirring compressor grew silent. The familiar vibration faded in Terri’s heart along with memories of late-night bottles, birthday cakes, spilled milk, and Sunday dinners.

“You’ll love the new fridge. It pairs with your phone. There’s an app.”

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Tongue Tied – 3 Line Tales

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

woman in black leather jacket holding white ceramic mug in frond of a laptop

Photo by Elijah O’Donnell on Unsplash

Stephanie’s mind raced, shifting into overdrive, she yearned to scream for all to hear.

Words slammed into one another, creating an abominable multi-car pile-up during rush-hour traffic.

Fear stripped her ability to enunciate, kept her from forming coherent thoughts, and left her staring at a blank page.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

The Smallest Detail – Friday Fictioneers

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

set dinner table with snow outside the window

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Lacey flipped through Mama’s checklists. She chewed her lower lip, then dropped the Blush Pink wedding binder into the trash. Dread colored what Mama said would be the happiest day of her life. Her stomach lurched the way it always did when Mama discovered one of Lacey’s many faults.

She tugged at the dress’s too-tight bodice, and a fake pearl fell. Freed, the tacky embellishment ricochet off the discarded notebook and bounced toward the window. Lacey became aware of the raging storm.

Guests texted their regrets. Mama cried when the groom followed suit, and Lacey realized what she had forgotten.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Optimal Velocity – Flash Fiction Challenge

Title: Optimal Velocity
Source:  Flash Fiction Challenge
Prompt: Write a story that features longboards.
Word count:  99 words

greyscale photography of woman using snowboard skis 1940

Photo by Austrian National Library on Unsplash

Miners extracted millions from Gold Mountain, but Peggy didn’t want money. She sought powder and speed. The day dawned bright and clear, as she and the longboarders climbed the 1,700-foot slope to the starting position.

Reaching the top, she strapped on her 12-foot long Norwegian skates. She had rubbed her secret dope into the hand-hewn, kiln-dried, vertical-grain Doug fir skis. The mixture of paraffin, tallow, tar, and hemlock oil guaranteed optimal velocity.

The contestants crouched, waiting. The starter hammered the giant saw blade. Peggy pushed against her pole and shot downhill.  Sixteen seconds later, she began her next ascent.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Nature’s Alchemy – Weekend Writing Prompt

Title: Nature’s Alchemy
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt # 154 – Fiber
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 131 words

photo of threads on wooden spindles and spice lot

Photo by julian mora on Unsplash

Crystal jars, tinted bottles, and woven baskets crowded the shelf-lined room. Identical labels with precise black handwriting adorned each vessel. Elena inched into the space, confused by the overwhelming volume of items. Her fingers traced unfamiliar words.

“Kamala Seed Pods, Madder Root, Mangosteen Peel,” her lips moved silently. As she continued reading, the chaos dissolved, replaced by an odd sense of order.

“What color does Pomegranate Rind render?”

Elena picked up the jar, shaking the rose-hued contents before she turned to face Mistress Moiree.

“Pink?”

“Guessing?” Mistress Moiree asked and extended her hand.

Elena felt the heat of embarrassment in her cheeks as she relinquished the container.

“They look red,” she said rolling the glass in her hands, “but when boiled, they dye mordanted fibers a golden yellow. You will learn.”

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Mining for Gold – Friday Fictioneers

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

PHOTO PROMPT © C.E.Ayr

“What are you doing?” Hannah surveyed the discarded canvas in the alley.

“I’m taking the frame,” Kurt said, brushing off the accumulated dust.

“Why?”

“It’s nice.”

“And the painting?”

“Utter crap. Unsigned.”

Kurt scorned artists who were not proud enough to sign their creations.

“But–”

Kurt ambled away, the frame swinging from the crook of his elbow.

Hannah’s lips puckered, and her eyes narrowed. Kurt’s obsession with “artistic sensibilities” blinded him to the beauty inherent in everyday life’s casual clutter.

An idea flickered, wheels turned, and new collage formed. She snatched the picture, realizing who had scored garbage gold.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

A Matter of Perspective – Flash Fiction Challenge

Title: A Matter of Perspective
Source:  Flash Fiction Challenge
Prompt: Write a story about something crazy.
Word count:  99 words

Galaxy

Photo by Clarisse Meyer on Unsplash

Insanity is measured by degrees, strictly classified by definitions, interpretations, and clever disguises. A tight white coat choked the evaluator, stripping him of his humanity. If he would only release himself from his strait-laced leash, he would see. He scribbled unintelligible notes with invisible ink and labeled my actions a Hail Mary call for help.

Nobody listened to the warnings I screamed loud and clear. Sometimes a hero must first rescue herself, so that night, with the walls closing in, I climbed Signal Mountain and sent my desperate S.O.S.

The mother ship answered, and I escaped this helter-skelter world.

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Jo Hawk The Writer