‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #28 Entry Part 1) by John Howell @HowellWave and Suzanne Burke @pursoot #IARTG #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Part 1)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #28.
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.

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This one-line contribution by John Howell.

”Couldn’t have just asked for directions, could you, Mr. I know this road like the back of my hand?”

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My own Contribution.

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The Turning Point.

“No! Are you kidding me?” Steve McPherson pounded the steering wheel in utter frustration. He turned to his wife, “Now what the hell do we do, Beth?”

“Let’s calm down and talk with the others, hon. It’s not just our decision to make, this affects all of us.”

Steve patted her knee and gave her a grateful smile. “That’s the same tone of voice you use when you’re pacifying the kids.”

“It worked though, didn’t it?”

“Like a charm.

Beth was distracted for a moment, “Looks like we’ve got company.”

Steve climbed from the vehicle and walked across to where a young man in a dune-buggy had just slid to a stop. “You okay, mate?” The newcomer asked.

“Wasn’t expecting the road to be closed. We planned on spending Christmas day at the beach.”

“You’re an American? How long you been down here, mate?”

“We only flew into Sydney from New York three days ago.”

“So, you’d be heading to the old McPherson place? You must’ve been driving for the best part of a day.  I’m guessing you’re the family he left it to when he passed?”

Steve extended his hand, “Yup. Steve McPherson.”

The younger man shook his hand vigorously, “Tod Anderson. I’m not here alone, my brother Larry’s here on his buggy as well.”

“What happened with the road?”

“Flash flood washed it out between here and the beach.” He looked over at the two vehicles. “There’s no chance these cars will manage the terrain. But you know what, me and my brother could take you in on our buggies. How many of you are there?”

“Four adults and three children. Plus, we carried everything we’d need with us. We didn’t know what would be available here. The foods all on ice.”

“We can do a few trips. The beach-house isn’t far across the dunes. I’ll just give my brother a call.”

Tod finished his call and gave the thumbs up to the waiting man. “Not a problem.”

“That’s incredibly generous of both of you. Thanks so much. Come on over and meet the rest of the family.

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Steve raised his Heineken, and called for silence, “Here’s to our rescuers!”

The two Australian men just grinned, nodded their thanks and sipped the ice -cold drink. Then they stood, “We best be getting back. Enjoy your Christmas tomorrow.”

“We will thanks to you. So, are you getting together with family?”

“Larry and I are all that’s left of our family. We’ll be together same as always.”

Beth spoke up from behind them, “We’d be honored if you’d care to join us here for lunch. There’s way too much food, and I’d hate to waste it.”

The brothers just looked at each other and were both smiling as Tod answered. “Yeah, yeah that would be great. We’ll bring some real Aussie beer. You haven’t tasted beer until you try a Victorian Bitters.”

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Christmas morning.

The McPherson family were awakened by the unfamiliar sound of Kookaburras welcoming the hot new day in with their contagious laughter.

The morning flew by and midday was approaching as their guests arrived. The laughter that had begun the day continued as stories were shared about past Christmases in two different hemispheres. Presents were opened and lunch had been laid out under the shelter of the wide verandah. Hands were joined around the heavily laden table, and Steve led them in prayer.

The late afternoon found them on the pristine stretch of beach, the children squealed out their enjoyment as they swam and played in the surf.

Late evening found the adults sitting quietly around the fire-pit. The children had succumbed to the unaccustomed exercise and the heat and were sleeping with happy smiles on each of their faces.

Steve moved away from the fire and looked up into the dark velvet canopy of an unfamiliar night sky. He nodded as Tod joined him. “I expect this is a lot different to where you’re from?”

“And then some.”

Tod pointed to the southern sky. “That’s our Southern Cross.”

“You can clearly see why it was named that. You know something, I can’t remember the last time I actually bothered to just take a deep breath and look up at the night sky back home.”

“I can’t imagine not looking up at night. It keeps me grounded.”

“Something tells me I’ll be doing it a lot more often from now on.”

“Then that’s the gift this Christmas has really given you.”

“That and the gift of some marvelous new friendships.”

“A truly memorable Christmas for all of us.”

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge Week #28 New Image Prompt. Join in the fun! #IARTG #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts @pursoot

Hello everyone and welcome to my weekly “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!”  WEEK #28 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.

Please put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at My email address. by ,DEADLINE: 4pm EDT on Thursday, DECEMBER 10th. Subject: Fiction in a Flash Challenge. If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be much appreciated.

 I’ll be sharing all entries received, and, my own contribution here AS I RECEIVE THEM.  Thanks to everyone for the amazing support.

Here is the Week #28 Image Prompt.

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Image by 00luvicecream from Pixabay

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #27 Entry Part 7) by Jacquie Biggar @jacqbiggar #IARTG #FlashFiction #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Entry PART 7) for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #27.

Today I’m featuring a contribution from entry 7) by Jacquie Biggar

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 and the contribution.

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Meet You In The Middle

Today is the day.

Hardly able to hold my heart from clambering out of my chest, I pretend everything is normal when Mom calls me down for breakfast.

“I expect you to clean this house while I’m gone today, Samantha. If you’re in this house, you’re doing the work–got it?”

How could I not get it? She’d been driving my responsibilities down my throat since fifth grade. But it wouldn’t be for much longer.

Hugging that thought to myself, I smile and nod. “Sure, Mom. Will you be home for dinner?”

She gives me a suspicious look and crosses her arms over ample breasts. “Why? You better not be thinking of bringing that boy over here. I told you you’re not dating until you finish your schooling. Do I need to call your aunt to come over and watch after you?”

No! Why did she have to ruin everything? Ever since Dad walked out on us, she acts as though men have fleas or something. It’s embarrassing.

“There’s no boy, Mom, but if you want to take up Aunt Cathy’s day to watch over her sixteen year old niece, go ahead.” I hold my breath, praying I hadn’t overplayed my hand.

She stares a hole through my forehead, then releases a gusty sigh and turns away to pick up her purse. “You’re going to be the death of me yet. I gotta go or I’m going to be late. Behave. I’ll see you tonight.” She blows me an air kiss and hurries out the door.

A moment later I hear our old station wagon chug to life and I rush to the window in time to see her drive down the street. Five minutes later, I have the bag I packed earlier tied to the back of my bicycle and am ready to begin a new life adventure.

It takes almost an hour to reach the quiet country lane David picked for our rendezvous and the butterflies in my tummy have turned into stampeding elephants. I’d been so sure this morning, but now doubt has drowned out my excitement and I wonder if I’m doing the right thing.

David is so much older. What does he see in a girl who can’t even go out after curfew? He says none of that matters, he loves me. I love him, too, or I would never contemplate breaking my mom’s heart the way I know I will if I run away with David, like he wants me to do.

I stop and get off my bike, leaving it on the side of the road. A golden trumpet flower, my mom’s favorite, is growing in the ditch. It feels like a sign. Suddenly frightened, I scramble to pull my cell phone from my backpack. The screen screams that I’ve missed five calls from David. He left messages, but I ignore them, scared to hear what he says and maybe give in to what he wants.

Instead, I phone the one person I know I can count on, no matter what. “Momma, I made a mistake…”

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #27 Entry Part 6) by Roberta Eaton Cheadle @RobertaEaton17 #IARTG #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 6)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #27. Today I’m featuring a contribution from Roberta Eaton Cheadle
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 and Roberta’s Contribution.

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Freedom

Silently waiting

Her reliable transport

Shining and cared for

Guaranteeing her freedom

Giving her much needed wings

by Robbie Cheadle

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #27) Entry Part 5) by Gwen Plano @gmplano #IARTG #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 5)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #27.

Today I’m featuring a contribution by  Gwen Plano.

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’s the image prompt and the contribution by Gwen Plano.

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I’ve chosen to respond with a Tanka poem, 5-7-5-7-7 syllables, that I’ve entitled The Muse.

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THE MUSE

deep in the forest

a light shines through the darkness

beckoning dreamers

with bewitching mysteries

seeding the hunger to write

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