Passed

“Of all the things I said and all the things I thought to say, I know now the one thing I should’ve.” He read the words scrawled on a single page by a shaky hand. “I am proud of you.” This was the only message in the journal that arrived a week after his estranged father passed.

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– Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales #130. Photo prompt and 280 characters or less. CC 279. Photo by Marc Schäfer at Unsplash.com.

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In Our Own Time

“Only time will tell,” she said with a smile and mischievous wink.

“Oh, well we’ve got nothing but time,” I replied while spinning the hands backwards.

Time flies when you’re having fun.

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– Written for Sonya’s (Only 100 Words) Three Line Tales: Week 165. Photo prompt by Stijn te Strake. WC 40.

At the Well

I opened my eyes to blinding sun. I pulled the rope, hoping to finish before anyone noticed.

I was startled by a man leaning against the well. Had he been there?

“Let me.” He took my burden before I could respond. He poured the bucket into my pot. The water flowed until it was full.

“How did you…it takes three times for that container.”

I stared at refreshing water inside the vessel. “Have faith. You’ll do great things.”

I looked up. He was gone.

Somehow, I now held the bucket. I opened my eyes. Morning rays infiltrated my room.

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Samaritan Woman at the Well by Nathalie Villeneuve

– Written for Carrot Ranch March 21, 2019 Flash Fiction Challenge. Prompt was “In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that features a bucket of water. What is the condition of the water and what is the bucket for? Drop deep into the well and draw from where the prompt leads!” WC 99. Painting by Nathalie Villeneuve at Pause and Paint.

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A Rose for a Beauty

A rose for a beauty, a fair trade, I say!

My temper bests me. I like things just so, but I am no beast. I simply do not tolerate their standards for women.

I love you.

Take courage and my hand. Confess your heart’s desires. They shall become mine.

girl-2000923_1920– Written for YeahWrite.me Microprose Challenge #356. Prompt was to retell a fairy tale. WC 49. Photo by Brigitte Werner, from Pixabay.

Nothing to Fear but Fear Herself

She wore a black hood; black as night, dark as death, so she could hide among the shadows in the alley, the blind spots behind lampposts, and in the corners of your room. When your heart missed a beat, and your breath wouldn’t come, know that fear had stolen them for herself.

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– Written for Sacha Black’s Writespiration #110 52 Weeks in 52 Words Week 14. Prompt was “the girl that wore the black hood.” WC 52. Photo from MaxPixel.

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Celestial Predestination

Imprinted memories of a home I’ve never seen flash behind my eyes and my awakening begins. Earth served only as a sort of nursery school. Now it’s time for my extraction, and I am prepared. I scan the horizon for the vessel.

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– Written for YeahWrite.me Microprose Challenge #312. Prompt was to answer the question “What’s so amazing that keeps us stargazing?” WC 42. Photo from Pixabay.

First Contact

I knew it had followed me and this time I caught a glimpse as the setting sun reflected off the shiny exterior, so I lured it toward the alleyway where my trap laid waiting.

From beneath my net, the small door on what I originally thought was a remote-controlled drone exploded and a little humanoid tumbled onto the concrete.

It stood clumsily brushing itself off before turning to me and shaking a tiny fist while unrecognizable sounds came vehemently rushing out of its scrunched up face.

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– Written for Sonya’s (Only 100 Words) Three Line Tales: Week 61. Photo prompt by Caleb Woods. WC 86.