‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #14 Entries Part 1) John Howell @HowellWave and Suzanne Burke @pursoot #IARTG #ASMSG #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Part 1)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #14.

Today I’m featuring contributions from entry 1)By John Howell and Entry 2) 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.


Entry 1) This one-line contribution by John Howell.

“Okay cue the volcano, comet, black hole, the hydrogen bomb, and ignite in four….”

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Entry 2) My Own Contribution.




Suzanne Burke

“Do we have everything we need?”

“I’m certain of it. But you do understand that there’s no going back if we do this?”

“I understand completely. Just do it. It’s time.”


L.A.P.D headquarters. October 7th.

The man walked in and greeted the familiar desk sergeant with a smile. “Hey, Marty. How you doin’?”

Marty stood and extended his hand, “How the hell are you, lieutenant?”

“It been a while now since I’ve been a lieutenant, buddy.”

“So, what brings you down here?”

“I need to see Captain Farmer about a client of mine. Can do?”

“I’ll give him a call.”


Fifteen minutes later Tommy Leonetti was ushered into his old boss’s office.

Greetings were exchanged and the captain arranged for coffee. He sat and nodded toward his friend. “So, who’s the client, and what are you concerned about?”

“Tiffany Ames. I’ve been her personal bodyguard for over a year now. She’s missed three interviews this week, and I can’t raise her on her cell phone. I can’t contact her husband either. His P.A says he’s gone to his New York studios to begin work on his next album. He left late Friday night.”

“She seems way too classy to be married to that ego-driven superstar Kennedy Ames. So, how long since anyone has seen her?”

“I showed her up to their city penthouse at around 8.30 p.m. Friday. I arrived at 8.00 a.m. the next morning. The security desk advised me that they’d been told by her husband that Tiffany had a bad migraine and wouldn’t be going out for a few days. So, I headed home and waited for a phone call. It didn’t come. I started checking around. Old habits die hard.” He laughed.

“The migraine thing, was it a common occurrence?”

“First I’d heard of it. Nobody at the apartment complex has seen her since Friday night. That’s going on four days now. There’s no CCTV footage showing her exiting the building after I dropped her home.”

“Funny how CCTV footage can magically disappear if you got enough money.”

“My gut instincts are screaming on this one, buddy. It feels bad. I need you guys to take a damned good look at that penthouse.”

“If I can’t reach the husband, I’ll need a warrant. I’ll get on that now. I miss those damned instincts of yours.”


Penthouse Apartment:

Captain Harvey Farmer knocked hard on the door and waited. He turned to the head of building security. “You have the warrant. Unlock the door.”

The team spread out.

Captain Farmer sniffed at the air. “This room stinks of bleach.”

He stood back and slowly surveyed the room. Everything matched, all the colors were either soft greens or blues. The red rug in front of the coffee table looked out of place. He lifted one corner of it with gloved hands, the stench of bleach flooded his nostrils. “I need samples bagged and tagged. Someone’s attempted to clean the scene.” He reached down with the tweezers. The corner of the coffee table had blood and strands of blonde hair clinging to it. “No prizes for guessing whose DNA is gonna be all over this.  I want this scene nailed tight. This gets out, we’ll have paparazzi coming at us like sharks in a feeding frenzy.”


Eight Days Later:

Tommy Leonetti sat nursing a whiskey and flicked on the television.  The breaking news caught his attention. The CNN reporter failed to hide her excitement.

“In a shocking twist to the recent disappearance of Tiffany Ames, the following images are now flooding social media. Viewer discretion is advised. These images may be confronting.”

The screen filled with photographs of Tiffany Ames all of them showing clear evidence of a severe beating.

“Images of other females in the same condition have also been leaked. We have unconfirmed reports that Rock Superstar Kennedy Ames has been taken in for questioning in relation to his wife’s disappearance, and for the alleged violence perpetrated on several other women who have now come forward. More news as it comes to hand.”

Tommy reached for his phone and punched in the number.


One year later:

The long court case ended. Kennedy Ames was charged with aggravated assault against seven women. He was sentenced to ten years. In the absence of Tiffany Ames’s body, the jury had no choice but to hand down the not guilty verdict on the suspected homicide.

He’d do hard time in prison. His fellow inmates would make sure of it. His reputation was in tatters and his career was over.


Tommy Leonetti climbed from the seaplane and walked to the edge of the lake.

He heard her singing as she dangled her feet in the water.

“It’s been a very long year, my darling.”

Tiffany Ames stood and ran into his arms. “We did it, Tommy! Oh, God, we did it. He’s ruined!”

“Can we lay your kid foster sister to rest now?”

“Finally. Every woman that monster ever mistreated will sleep better now. I know I will … but later.” She kissed him. “Much later.”


Thanks so much for joining me here today. I look forward to seeing your comments.

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30 thoughts on “‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #14 Entries Part 1) John Howell @HowellWave and Suzanne Burke @pursoot #IARTG #ASMSG #WritingCommunity

  1. I am always amazed at the skill and wit of John’s one-liners. Another winner!

    And, Soooz, your story was perfect, delivering so much in so few words. The ending was perfect and thoroughly unexpected. Bravo, my friend!


  2. Hi Soooz, that was quite a story. Glad Tommy Leonetti got his guy, but now I’m wondering how he is going to keep her a secret. Fun story. Hope you are having a great weekend. 🙂

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    1. lol … Thanks, Marsha! I think they’re planning on throwing a ton load of money at that little problem. I see facial reconstruction in Tiffany’s immediate future. 😁

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      1. Too bad. Assumably she was pretty to start. Having had plastic surgery on my face from the beginning of my life, I’m not sure I’d recommend that for her, but poor thing, she has to do something.


  3. Great one-liner, John. And, Soooz, what a powerful story! I love how you bring justice into your stories. What an unexpected twist at the end! Bravo!! ♥

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