‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #36 Entry Part 1) by John Howell @HowellWave and Part 2) by Suzanne Burke @pursoot #IARTG #WritingCommunity #FlashFiction #WritingPrompts

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Parts 1) and 2) of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021.  Week #36
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.

“I’ll accept that you painted my van as part of your history project, son, but you’re still grounded.”

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Here is my own contribution.

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Déjà Vu

“So, Mark, what’s he like?”

“My grandpa is awesome. I think you’ll like him.”

“He doesn’t mind me joining you guys for the summer?”

“He’s the one who suggested I bring you. He’s all excited about a project he wants our help with, and he’s looking forward to meeting you.” Mark smiled as he pulled round out front, “He’s waiting for us!”

Linda wasn’t sure what she’d expected, but it surely wasn’t the fit and tanned old guy with shoulder length white hair who was striding down the driveway with arms outstretched to greet them.

Mark was swept into a welcoming hug, and then the man’s attention turned to her. He extended a hand with a smile, “Welcome to our home, Linda. Please come on inside, my wife has prepared lunch for everyone.”

Linda flashed him a grateful smile, “Pleased to meet you, Mr. Hanlon.”

“None of this ‘Mr. Hanlon’ stuff. Just call me Alan, okay?

“Okay … Alan.”

***

Delia Hanlon was as welcoming as her husband. The woman was tiny and frail looking until you caught the gleam of fire in her eyes and heard her unrestrained laughter. This house carried joy within it walls. Linda was happy to be included in it.

The men cleared the table after the meal. Delia headed into the bedroom for a nap, and the conversation turned to the project she and Mark would be helping with.

Alan’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he stood and beckoned them over to the glass doors.

“Come on outside. There’s something I want to show you.”

They reached the balcony and Mark stopped in his tracks, “Oh, my God! Grandpa, you found it! Is this the van you always talked about?”

“It surely is. I’ve been searching for so long I’d given up any hope of finding it again. Then I got a call from a junkyard in Cleveland. The guy who’d bought it had passed away and his son had put it up for sale. Long story short, it’s ours again! Isn’t she a beauty?”

“She’s our project? Is that the original paint job you and your friends did? Does the engine still work?” The questions tumbled out in his excitement.

“Yup that’s our project. The Germans really built this baby to last. That’s our original artwork. She needs some panel work, and the wiring, headlight, and fender need fixing, plus I want it made more comfortable inside for your grandmother.”

“When are you planning on leaving?”

“It’s not a long drive from here, but I want to take it slowly. We need to be there by 3.30 A.M, August 18th.

“That will have been my Dad’s fifty first birthday.”

“Yes, son. Your grandmother and I want to revisit that place. We want to honor both the memory of his birth and the event that changed our culture forever. We were so proud to be a small part of that.”

“I’m sorry about the loss of your father, Mark, and your son, Alan. What event are you referring to?”

“Woodstock Music Festival.” Both the Hanlon men answered together.

“Oh, my God, Alan! You and Delia were at Woodstock?”

“Yup, we sure were. Come on back inside, I’d like you to see something.”

***

The man walked across and removed a photograph album and a document from the bookcase.

He handed Linda the framed document, and she read it with awe, “Your son was born at the Woodstock music festival! “

“He was. Delia went into labor three weeks ahead of schedule, my son was born at 3.35 am on Monday August 18th, 1969. I recall that Crosby Stills Nash and Young were onstage at the time. A couple of midwives in the crowd helped us with the birth. we were so lucky that nothing went wrong. They finally got us to a hospital several hours later. You’re holding my son’s birth certificate. This is another way for us to honor his memory.”

Linda handed it back with reverence. Then she went through the photographs. Alan Hanlon pointed out several of he and his wife in the company of two other teenage couples. Linda caught the look of sadness on the man’s face.

“It’s the last time we were all together. Tommy and Keith died in Vietnam. Another reason our little pilgrimage is so important to us.”

“We’ll be sure to have the van ready, Grandpa.”

“Thank you, my boy.”

***

August 18th. 3.35 am. Woodstock: Ulster County, New York.

Delia and Alan Hanlon lit the candles and sent the red balloons skywards. Then they sat wrapped in each-other’s arms and watched the new sunrise dawn over Woodstock. They could hear the music of Crosby Stills Nash and Young coming from the van and they smiled through their tears. The music carried with it the sounds of a time and an event that forever depicted a generation.

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I have a large collection of music from the sixties and seventies, the track I’d like to share with you was written by Joni Mitchell and is performed here on the Deja Vu album by Crosby Stills Nash and Young.

Enjoy WOODSTOCK.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

30 thoughts on “‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #36 Entry Part 1) by John Howell @HowellWave and Part 2) by Suzanne Burke @pursoot #IARTG #WritingCommunity #FlashFiction #WritingPrompts

    1. Thanks so much, Gwen. I had a marvelous time with this one. I’ve been playing my sixties collection a great deal lately. Ah … nostalgia.And John’s one-liner was a great addition. I’m so pleased you enjoyed the post. 🤗

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  1. John . . . the poor lad was just doing a homework assignment and he was grounded. Harsh. 🙂 Soooz, such a great tale of a man reliving and rediscovering his youth and sharing it with his grandson. 🙂

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  2. I think John’s one-liner is probably is best yet. LOVE it!

    And, Soooz, I really enjoyed your tip of the hat to Woodstock. I was a child of the 70s, but the sixties have always fascinated me. I have a huge collection of music from that time too, and love the song by CSN&Y. Your story was beautiful!

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    1. I’m so pleased you enjoyed my nostalgia trip, Mae. My neighbors are intensely grateful that I use headphones, as this place has been rocking to the sounds of the sixties for the past few days. 😁 And I think this one-liner from John is one of his funniest yet.

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    1. I hear you, Jan. What an amazing event it was. It would be a life altering experience for many of those lucky enough to have been there. The prompt simply wouldn’t let me go anywhere else. I love Crosby Stills Nash and Young, I had that song in my head as soon as I began writing. Thanks for stopping by, my friend. ☮

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  3. The music of the era created a marvelous time-line for an entire generation. The songs bring back so many memories. I’m so pleased you enjoyed the post, Kirsten. 😊

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  4. I guess it couldn’t hurt to try to get out of being grounded by painted the van, John:)

    Good story. That would be a festival I would have loved to been at. Good story and song!

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