‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ NEW IMAGE PROMPT Week #36 Join in the fun! #IARTG #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts @pursoot

Hello everyone and welcome to my weekly “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021″  WEEK #36

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 (ON THIS PAGE)  or email it to me at suzieb4burke@hotmail.com  by ,DEADLINE: 4pm EDT on Thursday, February 18th.  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.

Here is the image prompt for this week.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #35 Entry Part 11) by Linda Mims @boom_lyn #Iartg #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 11) of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021”  Week #35.

Today I’m featuring a contribution by Linda Mims.

 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 Linda’s contribution.

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Tonight, Allie and Ry would sit in the old gauzy tent that he’d hated. When she was 12 and he was 14, he’d gone with her to Mr. Varma’s resale shop to help her bring it to her backyard.

“You can sit in it, too,” she’d told him as she lovingly patted the fabric.

He shook his head and smirked. “No way, I’m sitting in that girlie thing.”

“Then don’t,” she said. “I just needed you to help me carry it home and set it up.”

“I don’t know why you want it,” he said.

“Because it’s beautiful, and Mr. Varma was practically giving it away.”

Ry’s disinterest didn’t last. Each evening he’d come home from hanging out with his friends and see Allie sitting in the thing talking to herself or playing music. Finally, he’d decided that it wasn’t safe for her to be alone at night. Also, she had wrapped the little tree in strings of white lights. He needed to make sure there wasn’t too much weight on the puny branches. Somebody had to watch her. Next thing you know, she’d try to light a fire in there.

“I’ll do it if you take down the lights,” he told her.

“Do what?” she asked.

He kicked at a stone embedded in the dirt. “Sit in your stupid tent.”

She had missed him, too. So, she took down the lights.

Over the course of their childhood and teens, Allie lit and hung new lanterns. Ry snatched up old chests, books, and things she might find interesting whenever Mr. Varma rotated his stock at the end of the month. Allie had been right about his dumpster prices.

They grew apart after high school — both families moving away. Allie and Ry tried to stay connected by phone and social media. The years were mean as they doggedly pursued their goals. Ry stubbornly wrested a medical career from the clutches of poverty; yet, he hadn’t looked at Allie cross-eyed when she’d gone after a seemingly frivolous career in design.

Reigniting and fanning the flames of their friendship after a measure of success, on both their parts, had been tricky. He was still stubborn, and she was quick with a smart retort. Lately though, they’d been plugged-in—reconnected, and it felt comfortable and right.

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The brassy bass of the old doorbell sounded. Allie took a last look at what she’d created. Everything Ry had ever brought her was back in its old place. Every light she’d ever wanted to give him blazed brightly.

She’d left a note on the door telling him to just turn the knob.

“How did you get a key?” he asked her as he came through the patio door and into the yard.

“Don’t tell me to take down the lights.”

He spread his hands, and Allie stopped talking. Were those tears brimming in his eyes?

“I don’t want you to take them down,” he told her.

“You like it?”

“It’s beautiful and perfect for what I have in mind.”

Allie placed her hands on her hips, and her goofy smile turned into a frown. She knew him well enough to know he was trying to beat her to the punch.

“Don’t you dare!” she cried. “It’s also perfect for what have in mind!”

Laughing, he scooped her up to carry her to their tent.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #35 Entry Part 10) by Mark Bierman @mbiermanauthor #IARTG #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 10) of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021”  Week #35.

Today I’m featuring a contribution by Mark Bierman.

 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 Mark’s contribution.

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“Oh Sheila, could this night get any better? I mean, you, me, just the crickets.”

“Oh, yes, Paul . . . it’s wonderful. There’s really no where else I’d rather be.”

“There’s something intoxicating about spending a night under the stars with a beautiful woman. Do you know that the constellation, Cygnus the Swan, is above our heads right now? Go ahead, look! No not at me. Look up, my dear. Do you see it? Yes, that’s it. See the splendor of it all? You want to know something, and it’s the truth.”

“What? What is it?”

“Keep looking up. I mean really take it all in.”

“I’m looking, and yes, it’s heavenly—”

“Just like you, my Sweet. Now I have something for you.”

“Really! What is it! Shall I close my eyes?”

“If you’d like. Yes, and hold out your hands, too. I love your radiant smile, by the way. Here it is. Okay, now open them.”

“A mirror?”

“Yes, I want you to look at it, and then up again at the Swan. No, not at me, the Swan. Not that I mind the love in your eyes. No, Sheila, look up and compare. Why do you look so disappointed?”

“I don’t understand, that’s all.”

“Stop looking at me that way. No, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude. I just wanted you to see that this constellation is just an ugly duckling, compared to you.”

“Oh, I see . . . of course, thank you, Paul.”

“I have a poem that I wrote for you. It’s about our love and this is the perfect night to read it. Here it goes. She is the light of my—”

“Stop!”

“What?”

“Please, Paul . . . I-I can’t do this anymore!”

“What do you mean? I planned this whole evening! Even made your favorite, Caprese salad, which is disgusting, by the way. Are you saying we’re through?”

“Just, turn away for a moment. Would you please, I cannot look at you, any longer. I’m so sorry, but you need to fix it.”

“Fix what?! I thought you said I was perfect!”

“No fix it! Pull it out!”

“Sheila! You are so devilish! But I cannot do that, this is a public park. There are still families about.”

“No! Not that! Pull out that ghastly nose hair that’s been waving at me all night.”

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #35 Entry Part 9) By Anita Dawes @jaydawes2 #IARTG #WritingPrompts #WritingComminity #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Entry PART 9) for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021.” Week #35

Today I’m featuring a contribution from by Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie.

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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You told me long ago
You would live in a cardboard box
So long as we were together
Now, forty-five years later
In our own private space
You kiss me and say
Anywhere, as long as we are together…

© Anita Dawes 2021

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #35 Entry Part 8) by Jacquie Biggar @jacqbiggar #IARTG #FlashFiction #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Entry PART 8) for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021” Week #35.

Today I’m featuring a contribution 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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You and Me, Baby

Jeremy frowned at the twisted tent pole. “I thought you said this was going to be easy?”

Trish shot him an icy glare before going back to the indecipherable instructions threatening to blow out of her hands. “If you’d quit complaining and help me to figure this out, we might get somewhere.”

Some honeymoon. When he’d come up with the last minute idea to go camping and save their money toward buying a home, Trish had jumped on it. But after three hours of fighting to get the tent to stand, the thrill of the adventure was gone. And he was starving.

“Maybe we should work on getting a fire started and come back to this,” Trish murmured, glancing at the campers next door with envious eyes. Which annoyed the hell out of him-he was trying, dammit.

“Maybe you could pitch in a little more and we might have a bed before midnight.” Okay, that wasn’t fair, but he was embarrassed he couldn’t figure out a stupid tent in front of his new wife.

“It’s getting late,” Trish said tearfully. “What are we going to do?”

“I’d say sleep under the stars but this park is known for bears.” He lifted the corner of the tent and threaded the pole through the eyelet and corresponding flap. Now, if he could just figure out how to attach the other si…

“Bears?” Trish squeaked, her head swiveling like Beetlejuice. “You better mean Winnie the Pooh, Jeremy Michaels, or else–“

He grinned. She was so damn cute. “Think more like Goldilocks and The Three Bears and you’re getting warmer.”

Trish left her spot on the picnic table and scurried to his side. “This is a bad idea.” She shivered and hugged herself despairingly.

Now he felt bad. The park did have bears, but as long as they were careful with their food and garbage they’d be fine.

He dropped the tent and took her in his arms. “I’m sorry, honey. This is all my fault.”

“Hey, you guys look like you could use some help.” Two men from the neighboring camp stood in their driveway, friendly smiles on their faces.

Jeremy dropped a kiss on Trish’s sweet-tasting lips, then stepped toward the strangers. “That would be awesome. We’ve been working on this thing all afternoon.” He grinned and shook their hands.

“No problem. They can be tricky if you’re not used to them.” The men took over and had the tent together in fifteen minutes flat. With a polite nod to Trish, they started the newlyweds fire, then, with a wave, took their leave.

“Wow, that was nice. There, babe, we’re all set up. Want me to grab the blankets now or after we eat?”

Trish stared at him with an embarrassed expression.

“What?” he asked, confused. Their camp looked perfect.

“I want to sleep in the car,” she confessed.

Stunned, he looked at her in amazement. Then the hilarity of the situation took over and he began to laugh. “I never should have mentioned the bears,” he admitted. “Okay, we’ll both sleep in the car. You and me, baby.”

This is based on the true story of our honeymoon. Needless to say, the next day we booked a hotel.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #35 Entry Part 7) by Gwen Plano @gmplano #IARTG #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompt #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 7)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021.”  Week #35.

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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This week’s image is of lovers, sitting outside in a yard late at night. The preciousness of the image led me to create another Tanka poem of 5-7-5-7-7 syllables.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #35 Entry 6) by Kirsten Nairn @KirstenNairn #FlashFiction #WritingPrompt #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Part 6)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021” Week #35.
Today I’m featuring contributions from entry Part 6) By Kirsten Nairn
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 Kirsten’s contribution.

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The glow from the flickering candles reflected in her eyes, as he leaned in for what they both knew would be their final kiss. The stillness of the night broken only by the insects, buzzing and humming in the palm trees above, oblivious to the bittersweet pain unfolding below.

They had known this moment would come, but neither were truly prepared. Her heart ached as she felt his lips on hers, kissing her with a tenderness she had never known.  

‘Please,’ he pleaded, his pain and desperation clear to see. She looked away, the sorrow in his eyes unbearable. ‘Please think about it,’ he urged, ‘we can make this work, I promise.’

‘I can’t,’ she whispered. A chill ran through her, despite the warmth of the balmy evening.

He rested his forehead on hers and traced his thumb over her cheekbone. ‘I love you. And I know you love me. Surely that must count for something?’ He knew it was hopeless, but he had to try, and keep trying, until he could try no longer.

She closed her eyes and raised her face up to the sky, desperate to commit this moment to memory. The fresh, salty smell of sea spray, the sound of the waves gently slapping against the shore, the warm sand beneath her feet. His touch. Most of all, his touch.  She would draw on this in the dark moments which undoubtedly lay ahead.

One day, if the stars were in their favour, they might find each other again.

She looked up at him, his eyes downcast, refusing to look at her. She placed her hand under his chin and gently tilted his head up. Their eyes locked.

‘I’m so sorry. Sometimes I wish we had never met. The thought of the pain I’m causing you is unbearable, and yet, the thought of never knowing you hurts even more. I will hold onto these memories for the rest of my life. This place and the times we have spent here. They will give me courage when I need it most. Is that very selfish of me?’

He shook his head, unable to speak for a moment. A lump had formed in his throat. ‘You’re the least selfish person I know. You’re kind, and caring. You put everyone first. Even him!’ he spat. That’s your downfall. Perhaps if you were more selfish things would be different for us.’ He turned his head away, like a sullen teenager.

They sat for a moment, both deep in their own thoughts, letting the silence engulf them.

She stood up and held her hand out to him. ‘Shall we? One last time?’

Reluctantly, he accepted it, and followed her down to the water’s edge. They gasped as the cold water circled their ankles. The moon, low in the sky, cast its eerie light far out to sea. Beckoning them. The waded out further, glancing at each other as the same thought crossed their minds.  She felt his grip tighten as they continued, trance like, the strong currents below, gripping and pulling them downwards.

For a moment they felt no fear.

Brought to her senses by the shriek of a wild animal in the distance, she yanked her hand away.

‘No! This is wrong. I can’t.’ Unable to run, she wailed as she punched at the water, taking her anger out on the sea. 

‘Katherine, wait! I’m sorry,’ he yelled. He caught up with her quickly, his long strides offering some advantage against the resistance of the waves, and pulled her into his arms. ‘I’m so sorry. Forgive me, please. That was stupid, I wouldn’t…we wouldn’t….’

‘I know,’ she soothed. ‘I know. And you’re wrong. I don’t put him before myself. It’s the children. The thought of what he would do them…’ she tailed off.  ‘The only way I can truly protect them is to stay. Can’t you see? I have no choice.’

He nodded.

‘I’ll wait for you. Right here, where you can find me.’

They kissed once more.

He turned towards the sea, unable to watch her go.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #35 Entry Part 5) by Ladyleemanila @Ladyleemanila #IARTG #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Part 5)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021” Week #35.
Today I’m featuring contributions from entry Part 5) By Ladyleemanila
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 Ladyleemanila’s contribution.

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As Ginger and Jake kissed

The fiery love flows with rhythm

Like no one else ever exist

Like in a catwalk Ginger walks with him

Hand in hand they stride their mission

As Ginger and Jake kissed

The colour of the furnace in a mist

Unity even if their love is hidden

Like no one else ever exist

Blowing kisses, love they couldn’t resist

Glass is always half full, their decision

As Ginger and Jake kissed

Some casualty with this tryst

They kissed with passion rhytmic

Like no one else ever exist

Come what may they wouldn’t rift

No one could be in their middle

As Ginger and Jake kissed

Like no one else ever exist*

(c) ladyleemanila 2021

 

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #35 Entry Part 4) by D.L.Finn @dlfinnauthor #IARTG #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Part 4) of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021.  Week #35.
Today I’m featuring a contribution By D L Finn.
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 D.L.Finns contribution.

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I’m using one of my favorite poetry formats, a Haibun. It is a combination of a prose paragraph, and a Haiku/Senryu 5/7/5.

The candles lit up the occasion. Each one was carefully placed as it had been sixty years ago on our honeymoon. The soft glow of the lights invited the trees into our private realm. Your beloved books awaited your eager fingers to turn their pages. The dress that brought the blue out in your eyes was protected in the cedar chest. Wine from Italy, aged cheese, and truffles were on the china we received as a gift when we exchanged our vows. The quilt, lovingly sewn by your mother, was spread across the freshly mown grass. The last thing I added was a triangle that pointed upward to the full strawberry moon. I said the magical words that connected us and struck the special match that ignited the fairy’s lamp. Then I waited.

You return to me

On the day of our wedding,

When love transcends death.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #35 Entry Part 3) by Karen Ingalls @KIngallsAuthor #IARTG #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Part 3)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021.” Week #35
Today I’m featuring contributions from Karen Ingalls Entry 3).
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 Karen’s contribution.

Karen says …

“As soon as I saw this photo, my eyes were drawn to the image between the man and woman. To me, it was God’s spirit.”

When I met my husband, I felt God’s arms drawing us closer together. When I looked into his eyes, I knew he was someone very special. When I passed by him and touched his shoulder, there was an incredible energy that went through me. We are one and know God is always present.

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