‘Fiction in A Flash Challenge’ Week #8 Entries Part 1) @HowellWave @pursoot @KIngallsAuthor #IARTG #ASMSG #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 1)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #8.

Today I’m featuring contributions from entry 1) John Howell  2) My own Contribution and 3) by Karen Ingalls.

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.

  1. This one line entry Contributed by John Howell

Flash Free child with lion toy


John Howell.

“I know you’ve had a rough quarantine, Simba but we need to exercise now.”

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My Own Contribution:

Flash Free child with lion toy

Secrets and Smiles.


Suzanne Burke.

“Hey, Mary-Beth, hold up!” Fifteen-year-old Kayce called out as he rode up behind his five-year-old sister.

“Where are you off to in such a hurry, squirt?”

Mary-Beth squinted up at him, put her hand on her hip, and announced defiantly, “I’m runnin’ away.

“Oh, I see. Well, then you best be wearin’ your hat.” He handed the straw hat down to her, “I swear Mary-Beth I’m gonna have to glue that thing to your head, so you remember to wear it. That sun will make your running away much harder.”

The little girl gave that some serious thought and then placed her straw-hat on her head and gripped Lennie the Lion more tightly. “Thanks.”

“So … just why are you runnin’ away?”

“It’s a secret.”

“I’ll bet you tell Lennie here all your secrets. Maybe I should ask him?”

The little girl giggled. “That’s dumb. Lennie doesn’t talk. He just smiles a lot.”

“Ah, I see. So, Lennie has reasons to smile.”  he looked at her closely, “What’s made you stop smilin’?”

Mary Beth looked down at her feet, “It’s those babies. Things have been different since momma brought them home from the hospital. I don’t like it.”

“Yeah, I understand. Twin sisters were kind of  surprise for all of us. But you know something? I didn’t like it either when you were first born. I didn’t like all the attention being on someone else instead of me.”

“I just don’t get it, Kayce. They don’t do anything but sleep and cry all the time. Momma’s always so tired, and daddy just walks around shaking his head and smiling a whole lot.”

“Now, that’s strange. I could have sworn I heard mom reading you your bedtime story last night. She was tired, squirt, but she made certain you knew that you’re just as important as you’ve always been.”

“I … Oh.” The child was momentarily lost for words. “But the babies don’t do anything!”

“Oh, they will, squirt. Won’t be long now till the two of them are crawling all over the place and pulling themselves up on every dangerous thing their chubby hands can reach and grab a hold of. They’ll stumble and tumble and you’ll laugh after you make certain they didn’t hurt themselves. Then they’ll start walking, then running and laughing at the pure pleasure of being alive. They’ll capture your heart and hold it in their keeping forever. Just like you did with mine. Do you understand, Mary-Beth?”

“Sort of. Maybe a little.”

“So, are you hungry?”


“Dad’s fixing burgers.”

“With pickles?”

“Of course, with pickles. Climb on up here in front of me and hold on to Lennie. You both need to freshen up before we eat.”

“I guess Lennie and me can still run away tomorrow.”

“Make certain you wear your hat.”


Four-years later:

“Okay. Today’s the day you get to come into the tree-house. We’ll have a story and an afternoon tea party.”

Chantal and Emma grinned in unison. “That means we’re big girls now.” said Chantal.

“You’re on your way, but there’s still a ways to go.” Mary-Beth turned her attention to Emma, “Where’s your hat, baby-girl? I swear I’m gonna have to glue that thing to your head, so you remember to wear it.” Then she giggled with delight as she remembered exactly when she’d heard that before.

The twins looked at each other and shrugged. Emma pointed up to the small verandah surrounding the tree-house, “Hey look at Lennie! He’s smiling!”

“Lennie has a reason to smile.” Mary-Beth placed an arm around each of them,  “Just like I do.”


3) Contributed by Karen Ingalls.

Flash Fiction week 8 Karen Ingalls photo

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Thanks so much for stopping by. Tomorrow I’ll be Featuring Part 2 … entry 4) by Marsha Ingrao 5) by Gwen Plano and 6) by D.L.Finn

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17 thoughts on “‘Fiction in A Flash Challenge’ Week #8 Entries Part 1) @HowellWave @pursoot @KIngallsAuthor #IARTG #ASMSG #WritingCommunity

  1. Wonderful contributions! From John’s one-line smile, to Soooz’s thoughtful story, to Karen’s poignant haiku… wow. Incredible! Thank you all.

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    1. John comes up with some great one-liners, and I enjoyed thinking like a child again. It’s so interesting how we all see and feel such different things when we look at an image. Your take was very moving, Karen. Thanks again for taking part.


  2. Good one, John and a reminder to exercise! So sweet Soooz:) What a great big brother whose wisdom was passed down. A perfect tribute to the lion, Karen.

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