‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge Week #7 Entries Part 2. @HowellWave @pursoot #IARTG #ASMSG #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 2)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #7.

Today I’m featuring contributions from entry 3) John Howell and 4) My own Contribution.

Last week I set the following Challenge:

Hello everyone and welcome to my new “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!Each week I’ll be featuring an image and inviting you to write a Flash Fiction or Non-Fiction piece inspired by that image in any format and genre of your choosing.  Maximum word count: 750 words.

Here is the image prompt.

flash Free lighthouse beautiful

Entry #3 A Micro-Flash Contribution by John Howell.

flash Free lighthouse beautiful

 “Who would be knocking at this hour?”

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Entry #4 My contribution.

flash Free lighthouse beautiful

“My Guide”


Suzanne Burke

Tracey shivered. It was dark now and bitterly cold, and she’d been walking for hours. She wished she’d paid attention to where she was going. A warm and welcoming light beckoned her just ahead. The signage out front read ‘Gallery Serpentine Art On Display.  She peered through the window at the small band of art lovers browsing the works.

She hesitated briefly and turned to walk away, but something urged her forward, she slid open the door and walked into the warmth. The bar set up in one corner looked inviting and she drank three J. D’s before she stopped shaking. She looked around the large room watching the guests exchange their views about the artwork.  She’d grown accustomed to avoiding groups of people. It felt strange to be in company again.

The images drew her nearer. She stopped in front of one piece titled ‘Seeking the Light’ it captured her and held her a grateful prisoner. Tracey lost track of time. A gentle tap on her shoulder jolted her back to the present.

“I’m sorry, but we’re closing now. Can I arrange a cab for you?” The man looked at her tear-drenched eyes and stepped back a little. “I’m sorry, you’re clearly distressed. I … I, um, I can fix us both a coffee. It’ll give you a chance to get yourself together a little and decide what you need to do to get home safely.”

Tracey swallowed to regain her composure, “That’s very kind of you. Coffee would be good. Thanks.” She offered her hand. “Tracey Cooper”

“Donovan Kildare. This is my Gallery.”He responded as he shook her hand.

They sat in awkward silence sipping on the coffee. Donovan took a breath and opened the conversation, “Can I ask about your reaction to ‘Seeking the Light’? I’ve seen a lot of folks react to it, but never quite that intensely.” He caught the look on her face and went on quickly, “I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m so damned clumsy in social situations. It’s just that your reaction was profound, and I’d like to know what it was about the piece that caused that. Did it remind you of someplace you’ve been?”

Tracey looked into his face and sighed, “No, not a place. A person.” She hesitated briefly and smiled as she continued, “He was like that lighthouse; I mean he was sturdy and strong and faced everything with dauntless energy. He kept me calm and centered. If I looked like floundering on the rocks, because of silly choices I’d made, he’d bring the light to guide me back to safety.”

“Your father?”

Tracey’s brown eyes filled with tears as she responded, “Not my father. Jamie was my husband, my friend, my lover, my life.”

“You said was. Aren’t you together now?”

“No. There came a time two years back when Jamie’s awesome light began to flicker and dim. I couldn’t do a thing to stop it! I couldn’t be the miracle it needed to see him live for another six months. I was with him the night the light died. My lifelong guide was gone, and I’ve been stumbling around in this eternal darkness ever since.”

“He’s gone home to the source of his own light,” Donovan whispered.

“He always held his beliefs dear to him. He always said that God gave us each a purpose for being.”

“Do you believe that, Tracey?”

“I know that he believed it, and that gave us both comfort as the ending grew closer.”

Donovan remained quiet and thoughtful for a few moments, he reached over and lifted Tracey’s chin to have her meet his eyes. “Tracey why were you here in this part of town, was it a conscious decision?”

“No … no, it wasn’t. I just needed to get outside and into the cold to see if I could still feel anything at all. I had no idea where I was going.”

“What attracted you to my gallery first? Was it the sign out front?”

Tracey thought back a few hours and answered, “It was the light. The light guided me here.” She took a deep breath, “Do you believe in fate, Donovan?”

Donovan smiled as he poured her another coffee, “I prefer to call it destiny.”

Tracey smiled through her tears, “But why here, and why now?”

“I believe we’ll know that soon.”


One year later Tracey and Donovan were married. The light had guided them safely home.


Thanks so much for stopping by. Tomorrow I’ll be Featuring Part 3 entry 5) @pokercubster 6) @gmplano 7) @MadameGsTeaRoom and 8) by John Maberry 

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35 thoughts on “‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge Week #7 Entries Part 2. @HowellWave @pursoot #IARTG #ASMSG #WritingCommunity

      1. No need to apologize, my friend. I should have made it clearer in the post. John has a new entry this coming week and I’ll be certain to frame it as a one or two line entry. ❤


  1. I agree with Jan. Your piece was beautiful. I don’t see John’s piece, either. I had hoped to write one for this week, but time runs away from me too quickly each day. And I leave on vacation today, so next week isn’t looking too likely, either. lol!

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    1. Hi, Yvette! I hope you have an awesome vacation. John’s piece is the micro-fiction one-line entry under the image. “Who would be knocking at this hour?” I need to change the way I present any future one-line entries. Thanks so much for stopping by. 😊

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  2. I love your story. It is so emotive. I lost my first husband when he was 47 and I was 42. The next day was my birthday. God led me to find someone to comfort me, only he sold me a computer rather than showing me a painting. We have been married 25 years now.

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    1. The loss of your first husband would have been devastating, Marsha. I’m so sorry you had to go through that pain. I’m so pleased to know that you found love and comfort again.😊

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      1. It’s been a busy week. My muse appears to have kicked back in, and I’ve begun the rewrite of my current WIP. (Work In Progress) For once I’m glad I begin my day at 4.00 a.m. I believe I’ve had a few visitors from Always Right stop by.

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      2. Maybe you could try a Stream of Consciousness approach. Look at the image and write down the very first thought and/or emotion it prompts no matter how random. Then base your story around that. 😊

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      3. I love Limpy! This is such a great perspective from which to tell your story. Our house is filled with stuffed animals spanning a few generations. My seven year-old Grandson says he’s outgrown them with a manly huff …. But he still sleeps with his stuffed cat ‘Whiskers’ every night. Ah, the sweet memories.😊

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      4. Great picture, Soooz, So cute. Stuffed animals are great. I fell in love with Limpy, too even if he is a little whiney. 🙂 My friend I am staying with in Sedona travels with a tiny mouse! So cute. My friend Carol has Justin Beaver. I have Manny, the bear and a gazillion more. Here is one of Manny’s adventures. Manny tends to be a little rebellious and naughty. https://tchistorygal.net/2013/06/27/manny-goes-to-spain-an-interview-with-manny/. He eventually thought he would be a huge success starting his own website. https://wordpress.com/home/mannystravels.wordpress.com I have to admit that I thought he would do great things with it, but it didn’t go over. Now Manny mostly sleeps. 🙂

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    1. I think it was missed because of the way I presented it. I’ll make changes to the way I format any future micro-flash pieces that come in. Hint-hint! (I’m about as subtle as a sledgehammer) 🙄

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