Inclement Affair

It would be an expensive investment the man said, but well worth it for a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

Todd found himself in later years a lonely man with no family or friends, and so he resorted to a mail-order bride website.

Yana didn’t speak English well and didn’t care to learn, so their communication was shoddy at best. She was fairly attractive but quite abrasive.

He was calm and easygoing and found that they didn’t have much in common.

Todd considered himself a reasonable man. He did his very best to provide for his unappeasable wife. He was a florist, and he took great pains to create beautiful bouquets that he would bring home to her because it was the one thing that seemed to put a smile on her face, if only briefly.

She complained a lot about most things and in time, Todd began to feel overwhelmed and uptight, feelings that were not familiar to him.

One night he came home and Yana was especially unhappy about something, he wasn’t sure what, but she was going on in Russian interspersed with the few English words she’d picked up from watching television. She said something about flowers and an iceberg, which made no sense to him.

Todd took an evening stroll to the pub to have a few drinks. He came across a gentleman offering excitement and adventure. Travel the world by iceberg, he said and make friends with sea creatures, while relaxing away from the bustle of city-life.

Under the circumstances, Todd thought this sounded wonderful. It would be an expensive investment the man said, but well worth it for a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

Without mentioning anything to Yana, he sold his shop, cashed out his account, and left by the end of the month.

He was never heard from again, but giant flower ice sculptures have been seen floating across the Atlantic.

– Written for Microcosms 24 weekly contest. Related to water with prompts Florist/Iceberg/Mystery. WC 296. Photo by Jim Cox.

Published In Haiku Journal Issue #44

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Mystery Haiku

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underneath the dripping sun
anticipation

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– First time publication in Haiku Journal Issue #44. June 1, 2016. Photo from Pixabay.com.
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6B

I thought the elevator was empty until I noticed a girl. “Where’d you come from?” I asked. “You’re the kid from 6B.”

She confirmed.

“You should go downstairs,” She said.

I raised my eyebrows.

The lift came to a convulsive halt.

The fire alarm startled me. “Okay, don’t panic,” I reassured.

I pushed buttons, and the doors creaked open an inch. “I’ll get these open.” I pulled with all my strength.

On the second try, they opened enough that I could slip through. She should go first, I thought, but when I turned around, there was no one there.

I wiggled through. As I cleared the doors, I heard the cable snap and the elevator plummet.

I smelled smoke.

I ran downstairs as firetrucks arrived.

I asked about the girl. The woman from 6B told me that it couldn’t be her granddaughter. She died in a car accident last week.

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– Written for Miniature Writing Challenge #43. Prompt was “When I got stuck in an elevator with a stranger…” WC 150. Photo from Pexels.com.

The Green

Silent, in the night it came. Gliding and sliding along the shore, the green snaked toward the sleeping village. At dawn, it and the children vanished.


– Written for Shapeshifting 13 (#50). Color Green and Photo Prompt. WC 26. “The Green” was awarded 2nd place in this contest. Photo by AP Photo – Bullfax.com.
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Destiny

The night Destiny disappeared, I wanted to believe.

I stood with my toes over the cliff, arms outstretched. The fog made it hard to see though I sensed the distance to the ocean below.

She told me she believed in fairies and that they weren’t what people thought. She wanted me to believe.

The night Destiny disappeared, I wanted to believe.

I closed my eyes as the wind tore at my clothes. I rocked slightly wishing I was brave.

I heard Destiny call. I opened my eyes. She was suspended by waves or fog or will.

She touched my cheek then motioned for me to come.

“You have to believe in fairies. You have to believe in me.”

– Written for Microcosms (12). Prompts were Fairy/Ocean/Mystery. WC 110
‘Destiny’ was named runner-up for this contest.