‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #31. Entry Part 6) by Gwen Plano @gmplano #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity #IARTG

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 6)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021.”  Week #31.

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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As I sat with the image, I felt the sweetness of children swinging high and tried to capture that emotion in a haiku poem of 5-7-5 syllables.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #31 Entry Part 3) by by Harmony Kent @harmony_kent #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 #31.

Today I’m featuring a contribution by Harmony Kent.

 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 Harmony’s Contribution.

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Beacon in the Dark

The snow lays pristine, virgin. The heavy silence holds. The whole world wrapped in a blanket of cold and desolation. Or is that just my heart?

The twin swings hang limp and lonely.

Mocking my empty arms.

Then … a creak. Soft and barely there. My eyes shoot to the play area. But nothing has changed.

Now, the gleeful cry of a child flying high … higher than she’s ever swung before. Am I hearing things? Have I, at last, lost my feeble mind? I blink back the tears and fold my arms to ward off the cold … the horror.

I shouldn’t have come back here.

It’s a mistake.

Gently, the empty swings rock and creak in a breeze … that isn’t there.

I stare.

Footprints dimple the snow.

Leather shows through a circular thaw—the perfect size for a young girl’s bottom. And the second seat copies its twin. As in life, so in death. Tears stream and sting down my icy skin. Even in my disbelief, my heart warms. Thaws.

Can it be?

Have my dear departed come back to me?

At some point, I find myself on my knees, half-sunk into the soft snow. My bones ache in tandem with the throb of my hurt heart. My thin nightdress clings to my chill-damp flesh. The daylight fades to grey, and a harsh downdraft promises another blizzard. The dead place inside my ribcage calls for the whiteout that the storm will bring. A clean slate … if only I could forget. But, no, how could I ever wish for my memories of you to fade? Oh, such sweet anguish to have known you—loved you—for four glorious years.

Full dark descends, and the snow glistens and glisters in the glow of the pregnant moon. A small hand slips into my left palm, and another on the right. I tighten my grip and hold those tiny fingers. Somewhere in the trees an owl hoots. Effortless now, I rise to my feet and wade through the deep snow, headed toward the woods.

Had I cared to look, I would have seen one set of footprints, not three.

A fresh blizzard buffets and blows. And then …

Behind, the snow lays pristine once more. The heavy silence holds, cocooned in the eye of the storm. The swings stand still, weighted with weather and sorrow.

At the tree line, a hand settles onto my shoulder. Heavy. Warm. The pressure halts my progress. A second hand joins the first, and together, they turn me to face my husband. Jack looks stricken—panicked. Then his gorgeous smile crinkles his mouth and eyes and he pulls me into his arms. Lips buried in my hair, he murmurs, ‘Come home. It will all feel better tomorrow.’

Lost in the wilderness of grief, I cling to my beacon in the dark and let him lead me home.

© Harmony Kent 2021

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #31 Entry Part 2) by Ladyleemanila @Ladyleemanila #IARTG #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Part 2)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021” Week #31.
Today I’m featuring contributions from entry Part 2) 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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I know I probably wasn’t really awake. Maybe it was lucid dreaming. This playground used to be a centre of activity. Marielle and her feckless younger brother Joe loved the seesaw. Joe shouted “Put me down!” when he was up in the air for quite some time. I remembered his luminous but stained orange t-shirt. As for the twins, Dennis and Derrick, apart from their eyes and hair, they looked almost nothing alike. Dennis got this strongly chiselled feature and Derrick was naughtier, shouting “you, dumb boy!” feeling superior to his brother. They were always doing some sort of mischief, the best of friends and the worst of enemies. I also remembered the foreign boy Ameer, who’s always smartly dressed for playing. Now, they’re all grown up and left the place. Only the rusty swings and the hollow shell of this playground remain. I was still puzzling over this when I reached my little house.

Playground of the past

Children playing and shouting

Now they’re all grown up

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You’ll find Ladylee here.

https://ladyleemanilablog.wordpress.com/

https://twitter.com/ladyleemanila

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021. Week #31 Entry Part 1) by John Howell @HowellWave and Suzanne Burke @pursoot. #IARTG #WritingCommunity #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Part 1)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021.  Week #31.
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.

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This one-line contribution by John Howell.

“I said we should have left earlier for the park. Like in April.”

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Here is my contribution.

Leanne Carpenter awoke suddenly and sat up. Her husband Kurt responded to the unaccustomed movement and turned his worried face towards her. “Sweetheart, what is it? Are you okay?”

“Yes, darling, I’m okay. I just had the strangest dream, at least I think it was a dream.” She placed her hand on his arm, “I could feel her in the room, Kurt. I can’t explain it, but I know she was here. Our little girl wants us to go to the park, to the swings she loved so much. Please don’t look at me like that. I know it sounds crazy, but please, honey. We need to do this.”

“Oh, sweetheart. Of course, we can go to the park, if that’s what you need us to do. It’s just that you haven’t left the house now in over six months, not since Sally’s funeral, and it’s winter now, and bitterly cold.”

“I’ll dress warmly, and make us up a thermos of coffee to carry with us. I’m not sure why it’s suddenly so important, it just is.”

“I’ll make the coffee while you get dressed.”

“Thank you, my love.”

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Kurt held tightly to his wife’s gloved hand as they seated themselves on their favorite bench nearest the swings.

Their breath frosted in the cold air. They looked out at the ice and snow covered ground, on this still, grey, silent morning. Leanne snuggled into her husband, “You were right about how cold it is, but at least there’s no wind, that always make it seem so much colder.”

Kurt placed his arm around her, “The last time we were here it was the end of summer.”

“I remember. Sally played with her friends, and we had a picnic lunch. And she squealed with delight as you pushed her on the swings. God, how she loved those swings.”

The man smiled in memory, “She always waited for the one to the right to be free, she said she was sure it went higher than the other one.”

“She used to called out to me while you pushed her, I remember the smile on her face as she said, “Look, momma, daddy’s pushing me all the way up to heaven.” The woman’s voice broke, “I need to know she’s peaceful now. I need to believe that so very badly. I have to know that the pain of the cancer is gone.”

It took a while for her husband to speak, “Tell me about the dream.”

“It was so clear in the moment. I felt her close to me, and she was happy, Kurt. I swear I could hear her laughing. I recall I had a feeling that we just had to come here. I don’t pretend to understand the why of it.”

“It gave you back to me. I was so afraid I had lost you too.”

“Darling forgive me, please. I didn’t mean to abandon you and leave you to grieve alone. It was selfish of me. I’m so sorry. I just shut down. I couldn’t face a world without her in it.”

“You’re here with me now,” he smiled. “That’s all that matters. We’ll get though it together.”

They sat quietly and sipped on the hot coffee. Neither of them needing to say more for the moment.

Kurt suddenly stiffened, and sat forward. Leanne followed his gaze. “Oh, my sweet Lord!”

Sally’s favorite swing had begun to move without assistance. The couple held each other close as it swung ever higher.

Tears poured down their faces as the sun broke through the grey of the morning. They could hear Sally’s wonderful laughter and the sound of her voice comforted them, “Look, momma, daddy’s pushing me all the way up to heaven.”

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021. New Image Prompt #31. Come and Join in the fun! #IARTG #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts @pursoot

Hello everyone and welcome to my weekly “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021″  WEEK #31.

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, January 14th. 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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Photo by Todd Trapani from Pexels

I hope the image inspires you! Come and join in the fun.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #30 Entry Part 4) by Mark Bierman @mbiermanauthor #IARTG #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 4) of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021”  Week #30.

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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“Ouch! Why’d you rip my headphones out for? I was just getting into a marketing podcast about nose hair trimmers.”

“Huh? Wha-? Look out the window! Doesn’t it look like some place we watched on that Area 51 documentary last week? Don’t make that face, either.”

“What face ? Oh Chad, you have a wonderful imagination but I’m afraid it gets the best of you at times. Here, let me see . . . oh, that is interesting.”

“What? You see them too, don’t you? You see them! Runways and small, too small, buildings that must go underground! I mean, one of them looks like the size of a porta potty. What would you do with that?”

“Ummm . . . Chad. Firstly, need I remind you that even though we are flying low because of the heavy clouds, we are still thousands of feet up. Secondly, you’ve spent enough time at summer camp to know what porta potties are for.”

“Look! They’re loading something from the back of a truck! It’s an ali—”

“Side of beef. Chad, that’s an abattoir, where they, uh, you, know. You like hamburgers, don’t you?”

“Eeewwww. . . I used to. Please stop slicing your finger across your throat. It’s not that, Dad. Cows don’t have arms . . . biology 101. Geez, how do you ‘adult’.”

“Nope, those are freezer trucks, and they are taking the beef to market. You see those smaller packages coming out of that other building? Those are probably steaks, hamburger, and some other yummy things.”

“Uh, Chad, you don’t look so well. What’s wrong?”

“You mean, that they sell alien meat in the stores pretending that it’s beef? I need to use the restroom.”

“Uh, that’s not what I meant. Okay, hold on, I’m moving my legs so you can get out.”

Chad’s father watched his son race to the restroom. He shook his head and imagined his brand-new Napoleon Rogue BBQ being relegated to grilling vegetables only . . . 70500 BTU’s wasted on asparagus and mushrooms. He slid over to the window for a final peak and rubbed his eyes. Had that ‘side of beef’ just waved up at him?

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ #30 Entry Part 3) by Gwen Plano @gmplano #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity #IARTG

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 3)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021.”  Week #30.

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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My response is a Tanka poem, syllables of 5-7-5-7-7.

Forsaken.


Gwen Plano can be reached here …

Thank you so much for stopping by. I look forward to hearing your thoughts.  The NEW Image Prompt for #Week 31 will go up later today.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ #30 Entry Part 2) by Harmony Kent @harmony_kent #IARTG #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 2)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021. Week #30.

Today I’m featuring a contribution by Harmony Kent.

 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 Harmony’s Contribution.

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Is It A Bird?

‘Is it a bird?’

Josh turned an incredulous stare on Mac. ‘Since when are birds that shiny?’

‘Or that big,’ Meemie added.

Mac flushed beetroot. ‘I-I remember these.’

Meemie tutted. ‘Kid’s stories. Ape.’

The sky rumbled, and the friends stood and stared while trying not to show how much their bodies shook.

In a breathy voice, Josh asked, ‘Was that it’s roar?’

‘Engines!’ Mac shouted, face alight with glee. ‘I read about these.’ He scrunched his face up in concentration. ‘Aeroplanes.’

Josh and Meemie shook their heads. ‘Those aren’t real.’

Meemie repeated her earlier insult.

Stubborn, Mac retorted, ‘We’re all apes compared to what we used to be.’

Josh stood akimbo. ‘Okay, clever clogs. Where did it come from? If that stuff did used to exist, why haven’t we seen anything like it until now?’

Mac’s flushed face paled. ‘It’s nothing good.’

The trio gazed into the sky—now devoid of strange gleaming beasts. The only sign of the object’s passing came from a column of cloud, which slashed across the sky like an omen. A definitive divide between before and after.

Mac told his friends, ‘That’s a contrail.’

Josh swallowed audibly. ‘Well, if those stories are true, we should head back in.’

Meemie nodded. ‘And find the stash of masks.’

A sudden gust of gritty air struck the threesome in the face. As one, they staggered backward and coughed. With their eyes scrunched shut, they groped blindly for one another’s hands. Strung together, they fought their way through the increasing gale and tried to find their way back to the entrance to the underground bunker. The bare concrete space had been their home since before any of them could recall. Only their grandparents remembered up-top from before. And only a couple of weeks ago had the youngsters received permission to venture out.

Through the dust cloud, searing heat suffocated and burned. Somewhere off to their left, a woman’s high-pitched scream reached them. The wail of abject despair entered Mac’s ears, ricocheted around his brain, and then fell—leaden—down into his gullet.

Mac oriented his feet toward that awful moan of dejection. Even though hopelessness curled and rolled through his intestines, he pushed onward and pulled his friends with him.

Too late.

The hatch stood closed.

Locked.

Horrified, Mac gaped first at Meemie and then at Josh. Their reddened, blistered faces frowned back at him. Neither one comprehended. Not yet.

Mac sank to his knees and grabbed a fistful of the deadly dirt. Slowly, he let the grains drain through his fingers.

Meemie and Josh crouched either side of him. Meemie tugged at his elbow. ‘What’s happening?’

Mac recovered from a coughing fit and stared at the impenetrable hatch. He wiped tears from his eyes, only to find that more followed. The only water to be had in this barren wasteland. ‘I guess they came back to finish what they started.’

Josh still tried for amused disbelief, ‘The wars finished decades ago.’

Mac shook his head and opened his mouth, but Meemie said it for him, ‘Great Grampa remembers.’

‘Which means that they remember too,’ Mac said.

Josh’s mouth opened and closed a couple of times. ‘But why’d they shut us out?’

Mac worked hard for patience. ‘We’re contaminated now. Look at us.’

Meemie said, ‘We’d just take it back in with us.’

Josh asked, ‘But what will they eat?’

The friends shared a look. The only reason they’d risked coming up-top was to forage. The stored supplies were almost exhausted.

Josh looked skyward—or where the blue-white expanse would have been if not for this dust-out. ‘Did the aeroplane do it?’

Mac shook his head and spat grit from his tongue. ‘Nah. Trying to escape, I reckon.’

Meemie murmured, ‘Did they make it, do you think?’

Just then, a boom sounded from behind, and through the thick dust, they could, dimly, make out a black plume of smoke.

Quietly, Mac said, ‘I don’t think so.’

‘But, why?’ Meemie wailed.

Finally, some common sense and unfortunate cynicism came from Josh, ‘Why not? The ones who count are all on Mars by now.’

‘But we count too.’ Tears streamed down her cheeks.

Mac pulled her into his arms, and Josh embraced both of them. Mac whispered, ‘Yeah, we do. We count.’

Josh pulled away suddenly. ‘If those stories are true …’

Mac’s heart lurched and then sped. ‘The last lunar pod …’

Meemie grinned, even though it must have hurt through those blisters. ‘Let’s take our contaminated selves to Mars.’

© Harmony Kent 2021

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Website: https://harmonykent.co.uk and Story Empire (Co-authored)

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ #30 Entry Part 1 John Howell @howellwave and Suzanne Burke @pursoot #WritingCommunity #IARTG #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Part 1)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” first Image for 2021. Week #30.
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.

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This one-line contribution by John Howell.

“Hey, Frank. You know what this lever does?”

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Here is my contribution.

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Elizabeth Banning made her way to her seat in Business Class, she placed her laptop in the overhead locker, then seated herself comfortably and looked up as the passenger with the window seat joined her. The man gave her a brief glance before he sat alongside her.

Elizabeth nodded politely.

The cabin attendants gave their spiel about safety onboard, and Elizabeth heard her companion mutter. “I wonder why that little speech never leaves me feeling optimistic.”

She laughed at the expression on his face, “I hear you. I always send up a prayer that the pilot’s not having a bad hair day.”

The man’s laugh rang out and he extended his hand “Luke.”

“Elizabeth.”

“So, I take it you don’t enjoy flying either, Elizabeth?”

“About as much as I enjoy a visit to the dentist.”

He grinned at her. “I still haven’t found a way to get past it. It’s a damned nuisance. I need to do quite a bit of traveling from coast to coast. And you? Business or pleasure trip?”

“One kind of depends on the other. I have a job interview tomorrow, if it goes well, I may have cause to celebrate. The company even insisted on covering my travel expenses and had my ticket waiting for me this morning. If I’m unsuccessful it’s back to New York, at least for the time being.”

The plane had built up speed and they were climbing. Elizabeth noted Luke’s hands clenching his armrest until the knuckles were white.

Elizabeth gently touched his arm, “Try taking a few slow deep breaths. In through your nose, hold it for a count of five then blow it out through your mouth.”

The man focused on what she was saying and did as she’d suggested. A few moments later her gave her an embarrassed grin, “I must be wearier than I thought. Sorry if I alarmed you. That breathing thing helped. Is that what you do to get through take offs and landings?”

“Pretty much every time I fly. I just keep myself distracted. Sometimes I people watch and play my game of guessing what they do for a living.”

“Speaking of what they do for a living, what line of work are you in? What position are you going after?”

“I’ve worked on Madison Avenue for Transit Advertising since I graduated college. That’s coming up on ten years now. I’m being interviewed in L.A for the job of personal assistant to the head of a film studio, I’ll also be expected to give input on their advertising agenda.”

“Which studio?”

“Dream Chaser. ”

Luke nodded. “Do you know their work?”

“I was surprised with just how many of their productions I was familiar with and had enjoyed without giving any thought to the studio that made it. I hope to help the public become more familiar with the people behind what they enjoy paying good money to see. Like a brand name people seek out deliberately before trying anything else on the market.”

“You clearly love what you do. So why the move? I mean relocating from New York to L.A is quite an undertaking and starting a new position at the same time will be challenging at best. Do you handle stress well?”

“Apparently I do. As for why the move? It’s time for me to leave my comfort zone and take on something that stimulates me again. I’m single and rent a furnished apartment, so the move wont be too horrendous.”

“It’s a big step.”

“I know, but it beats just standing still.”

***

 Laughter and easy unforced conversation flowed between them throughout the flight, and both were surprised to find that they were about to land at LAX. Luke followed Elizabeth out to the taxi stand, he extended his hand once more, “It’s been a very real pleasure meeting you, Elizabeth. I’m sure the interview will go well.”

They said their farewells and Elizabeth shifted her focus back to the present with difficulty.

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Dream Chaser Studios 4.00 p.m.

A secretary showed Elizabeth into the office of the studio head. “He’ll be with you shortly. Can I get you a coffee, soda, anything?”

“No, thank you.”

A voice from behind them sounded oddly familiar, “I’ll have my usual, thanks, Becky.” Luke focused his smile on Elizabeth, “The look on your face is simply priceless!”

Elizabeth laughed out loud. “Hello again, Luke. So, I take it that yesterday was my interview? Smart move. How did I do?”

“You need to start as soon as possible. Because I refuse to fly again unless you’re with me. Let’s have a drink to celebrate! What can I get you?”

“I’ll have whiskey neat. Make it a double. You’re full of surprises, Luke. I’m thinking I’d better get used to it.”

“I’ll drink to that.”

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I had fun with these two characters. I’m planing on extending this one for an anthology I’m working on.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021. New Image Prompt #30. Come and Join in the fun! #IARTG #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts @pursoot

Hello, everyone! Thanks so much for joining me here today. I hope each of you had a wonderful start to the New Year!

I hope that I can continue to tantalize your muse with these challenges throughout 2021.

Here are the guidelines.

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 My email address. by ,DEADLINE: 4pm EDT on Thursday, January 7th 2021. 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. 

Please note the shorter time span for submitting entries is for this week only. From next week the new image prompt will be posted as always on THURSDAY.

 I’ll be sharing all entries received, and, my own contribution here AS I RECEIVE THEM.  Thanks to everyone for the amazing support throughout 2020. I’m excited to begin the journey into 2021.

Here is the Image Prompt #30.

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Image by RENE RAUSCHENBERGER from Pixabay

I hope the image inspires you! Come and join in the fun.

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