‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #17 Entry Part 4) by Anita Dawes @jaydawes2 #IARTG #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Entry PART 4) for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #17.

Today I’m featuring a contribution from entry 6) by 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.

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I felt my hand tremble
As I pulled the paper from the bottle
Thin, fragile, delicate with age,
the edges burned
as if they meant to destroy it
before placing it in the bottle
I could hardly bear to unroll it
It felt like the Rosetta Stone in my hand
With great care the words came into view
A sad tale of a young man’s loss
I could feel his pain in every word
He was sorry he had to go
Tell Laura, I love her
The date on the letter was my birthdate
My name is Laura…

©anitadawes 2020

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #17 Part 3) A #Haibun by D.L.Finn @dlfinnauthor #iartg #asmsg #writingCommunity #writingprompts

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 3)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #17.

Today I’m featuring a contribution from 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.

This Haibun Contributed By D.L.Finn

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THE MESSAGE

The fog penetrated my skin, adding heaviness to my existence. The furious waves crashing against the shore fueled my anger. The salty air was bitter in my lungs, making each breath a battle. Alone, I pushed through the frigid sands, going nowhere, until I couldn’t take another step. I sat down on a flat rock and waited for the pain to end. This went on ceaselessly until I caught a glimmer in the haze. A bottle had washed ashore at my feet.

Foggy depression

A healing message offered

Remember, you’re loved.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #17 Entry Part 2) By Harmony Kent @harmony_kent #IARTG #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompt

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 2)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #17.

Today I’m featuring contributions from entry 2)  by Harmony Kent.

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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The Devil’s in the Detail

His life oozed out of the bottle, along with the liquor.

He never should have read that message. …

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As he did every year, John took a stroll along the beach in memory of his dear departed wife. The big C had taken her three years ago. John missed her every single day. They would come here as many weekends as they could manage to escape the noise and fug of the city. A stroll along the beach, hand in hand, always put their minds and hearts at ease.

On one of those special days, a message in a bottle had washed up at their feet. Ever curious, his wife had retrieved the bottle from the surf, wrestled out the cork, and held the note by the string, cautious lest she damage the parchment. With utmost care, Emily unwrapped the twine and unfurled the delicate paper.

Amazingly, it had come all the way from Australia—if the missive could be believed. A child had cast it into the ocean some three years ago, and now here it lay, all the way on the English east coast.

Shortly after that magical day, the diagnosis had come. And then the long, hard months of decline. At the funeral, John had gripped the bottle—with its bound note safe inside and corked once more—and contemplated burying the artefact with Emily. He’d gotten as far as drawing back his arm and then had second thoughts. A small voice urged him to keep hold of the memento.

For months, it had sat in pride of place on his mantle piece while John’s life unravelled around him. It had started with a fray here, a bit of thread there, and then he’d come apart at the seams.

The message in the bottle had given him the initial idea.

The doctors told John that the city’s pollution had caused the horrific and aggressive cancer.

His first victim had been the mayor. And then each official responsible for city planning and health. Repulsion and glee mingled and mixed within.

Glee won out. And soon, John gained a taste for it. He would watch each sensationalised news report avidly. And then he found his victims closer to home. Five years on and no one suspected the meek widower.

A gift of wine with a fake name on the card, all delivered by some anonymous and unremarkable courier on a bike. John took care to always wear a cap pulled low and keep his face angled away from cameras.

A neat trick: serial killer in a bottle.

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The old message from Emily distracted John. As fate would have it, she’d also sent a bottle out to sea before she died … either that, or this was a message from the dead. And in a quirk of fate, the bottle had washed up at his feet during his annual pilgrimage along the shoreline.

Filled with grief and remorse, John didn’t read the label properly. One sip was all it took. His life oozed out of the bottle, along with the liquor. And while he might have sent his message of revenge in each and every bottle, the devil—he discovered to his detriment—is found in the detail.

Copyright ©Harmony Kent 2020

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #17 Entry Part 1) by 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 #17.
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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Entry 1) This one-line contribution by John Howell.

“Just ignore it, Karen. Looks like junk mail to me.”

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Entry 2) My Own Contribution.

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Secrets

by

Suzanne Burke

Carmel arrived at the beach house just before dawn. The long flight had taken its toll. But her husband Derek would be joining her in a few hours, and she knew that he would insist they do their traditional walk on the beach followed by a hearty breakfast before resting. She had much to prepare before then. She opened up the house and allowed the fresh sea air into the rooms.

He gave her a perfunctory kiss on the cheek when he arrived, murmured something disparaging about flight attendants, and they headed outside onto the black sand. They walked in silence for a while. Derek spoke but Carmel was distracted, “Sorry, did you say something, darling?”

“What are you thinking about?”

“I was just trying to recall how many years we’ve been coming here now. It’s close to twenty I think?”

“I guess so. I never really think about it.”

Carmel’s iPhone rang and Derek caste her an annoyed frown. “Can’t you ever turn that damned thing off? We’re on vacation for God’s sake!”

“I’ll take this, then no more calls I promise.”

He shrugged, “Yeah, whatever.” He turned away.

Carmel took the call. She then focused her attention back on her husband. She made a show of switching off her cell. “There. All organized.”

He gave a grunt and they walked a little further. Derek stopped, “What the hell?” He hurried down a few feet to the shoreline and picked up the bottle that lay there, “There’s a message in this thing!”

“Probably just some kids getting their boredom reliever for today. Just wait a second while I get this on video, so we can laugh about it later.”

Carmel began filming. Derek took a brief look at the bottle and attempted to pry the cork loose with his fingers, then gave pulling it out with his teeth a try. It made a satisfactory pop, and he eased out the rolled paper inside it.

Carmel prompted him from behind the recorder, “So, what does it say? Read it out loud!”

Derek’s face rapidly drained of color as he read the typed message.

“Go ahead, darling. Read it!

He looked at his wife and took a step backward as he noted the weapon she now held in her hand. She aimed the Glock at his head, “I said read it out loud!”

The man’s voice shook, “Jesus, Carmel what the hell are you doing?”

She walked across and placed the gun under his quivering chin, “I said, read!”

He put his free hand up in defense. “Okay! Okay! It says …” He cleared his dry throat, “It says … ‘Did you really think your affair with Monica was a secret?’”

The woman shoved the camera in his face … “Well, did you? You damned fool. I’m head of a crime scene investigation team!  You honestly think I’d miss anything so utterly obvious?”

Derek made placating noises. “It means nothing! Just sex, that’s all it is. You know I love you.”

“Love? You don’t know the meaning of the word. I mean it should really have meant something special to you. At the very least Monica should be the one true love of your life. You’re pathetic.”

“What the hell are you planning? You’ll never get away with it, Carmel!”

“Oh, my sweet. I’ve already gotten away with it.” She smiled and continued, “Tell me, how are you feeling?”

The man looked surprised by the question, “What?”

Carmel looked at her watch. “In another minute or so you’ll start feeling sick to your stomach. Closely followed by cramps and muscle spasms as your nervous system shuts down. You are such a creature of habit, Derek. I’ve spent twenty years watching you reopen previously uncorked bottles with your teeth. That cork was heavily laced with poison, as is the paper the message is written on. It absorbs rapidly into the bloodstream. My contacts tell me death will be extremely painful. They are so good at what they do.”

“NO! Carmel, please? I’m sorry! … You have to stop this from happening!”

“How sad. It will appear that you went swimming alone in the shark infested waters. A tragic mistake. So very fitting I think.”

“Please? I beg of you, no!”

“The process can’t be reversed.” She looked beyond his shoulder, “Ah, here’s Monica now.  Right on time. You walked right into our little honey-trap, Derek. Predictable as always. The boat will arrive to take you out for your final swim shortly.”

The last sound Derek ever heard was their laughter.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #17 NEW Image Prompt. Join in the fun! @pursoot #IARTG #ASMSG #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and welcome to my weekly “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!”  WEEK #17.  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, SEPTEMBER, 17th . 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.

UPDATE: The response to the prompts has been just wonderful. As a result, I’ll be sharing all entries received, and, my own contribution here AS I RECEIVE THEM. Rather than posting all of them only over a few days.  Thanks to everyone for the amazing support.

Here is the week #17 Image Prompt.

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Image by Antonios Ntoumas from Pixabay

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New Book Launch ‘Eternal Road – The Final Stop’ by John W. Howell @HowellWave #IARTG #ASMSG #WritingCommunity

New Book Launch Eternal Road -The final stop by John W. Howell

Hello and a warm welcome to everyone, I’m so pleased to be featuring The NEW Release from the talented pen of John Howell with you today. John is an amazing supporter of others and one of my favorite authors. I’m delighted to have him here to share in the excitement of his NEW RELEASE.

Take it away, John.

Thank you so much for having me on your blog, Soooz and for helping me launch Eternal Road – The final stop. I know you are very busy with your WIP and your short story prompts so I’m grateful to be here. Let me describe the book. Eternal Road is the story of two people finding their way through the selection process leading to the place where one will spend eternity. Yes, it is true. They both have passed away. James Wainwright just died in an auto accident. Samantha Tourneau died seventeen years before. Sam is James’s guide to help him decide where to spend eternity. This is not your usual thriller or paranormal romance. It is a piece of fiction that is a combination of inspiration, adventure, time travel, sci-fi, a touch of erotica, and a dash of spiritual. In short, it is a lot of things, but hopefully, a story that will make you happy to have read it.

It is now available on Amazon in paper and Kindle. The Kindle edition is introductory priced at 99¢ until October 15th

Here are the universal links

Kindle Universal link  mybook.to/EternalRoad

Paper universal link mybook.to/Eternalroadpaper

The blurb.

James Wainwright picks up a hitchhiker and discovers two things 1. The woman he picks up is his childhood sweetheart, only Seventeen years older. 2. He is no longer of this world.

James began a road trip alone in his 1956 Oldsmobile. He stops for a hitchhiker only to discover she is his childhood sweetheart, Sam, who disappeared seventeen years before. James learns from Sam falling asleep miles back caused him to perish in a one-car accident. He also comes to understand that Sam was taken and murdered all those years ago, and now she has come back to help him find his eternal home.

The pair visit a number of times and places and are witness to a number of historical events. The rules dictate that they do no harm to the time continuum. Trying to be careful, they inadvertently come to the attention of Lucifer, who would love to have their souls as his subjects. They also find a threat to human survival and desperately need to put in place the fix necessary to save humankind.

The question becomes, will James find his eternal home in grace or lose the battle with Satan for his immortal soul and the future of human life with it? If you like time-travel, adventure, mystery, justice, and the supernatural, this story is for you.

An Excerpt

“Here we are, folks. Two ales. That will be four bits for the two.” The bartender places the large mugs on the table.

James looks up at the man. “Can we run a tab?”

The bartender frowns some more. “A tab? I reckon I don’t know that term.”

“Oh, sorry. Uh, I mean, can we pay for the drinks just before we leave?”

“You going to have food?”

“That depends on what you have today.”

“A real nice stew.”

“Sure, we’ll have food.”

“Well, then, I’ll just keep track of the bill and let you know what it is before you leave. Y’all passing through?”

Sam places her hand on James’s, which he takes as a sign to let her do the talking. She smiles. “We’re thinking of settling down somewhere and thought this town looked pretty nice.”

The bartender folds his hands in front of his apron. “Well, ma’am, this here’s a peaceful place good enough to raise your youngens.”

“A couple of questions if you don’t mind.”

“Shoot. If’n I can answer, I would be happy to do so.”

She gives him a smile. “Oh, thank you.”

The bartender blushes.

“We didn’t see a sign when we rode in. What’s the name of this town?”

The bartender raises a hand to his face. “Dodge City, ma’am.”

Sam lays her palms flat on the table. “Dodge City, Kansas?”

“The very same, ma’am. The Thirty-fourth state in this here union. Yes, ma’am.”

“So, how long has Kansas been a state?”

“You are from out of town for sure. Kansas became a state in sixty-one. Just twenty-two years ago. I ‘member it like it was yesterday. Big celebration. Was January 21st and like a second New Years. We were all having a tough time with the drought and all. The announcement that we were a state was like a breath of fresh air. A’course, the war came along in late spring, and we all joined the union. Them confederates would sometimes come over the line from Missouri. You heard of the Lawrence Massacre?”

Sam nods and scrunches up her face in concentration. “Yes, I read about it in school.”

The bartender looks down at the floor. “Yeah, horrible. Over one-hundred-and-sixty boys and men killed.” He stares up and straight at Sam and James. “Damn that Quantrill and his stinking raiders. We showed ‘em, though. The union soldiers caught up with Quantrill in Kentuck, and he died there.”

John’s bio

John is an award-winning author who, after an extensive business career, began writing full time in 2012. His specialty is thriller fiction novels, but John also writes poetry and short stories. He has written five other books that are on Amazon in paperback and Kindle editions. The paperback versions are also available in the Indie Lector store

John lives in Lakeway, Texas, with his wife and their spoiled rescue pets.

Contact John

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John’s other books

My GRL,

His Revenge

Our Justice

Circumstances of Childhood

The Contract: between heaven and earth 

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #16 Entry Part 10) by Harmony Kent @harmony_kent #IARTG #ASMSG #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompt

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 10)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #16.

Today I’m featuring contributions from entry 10)  by Harmony Kent.

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 Harmony’s contribution.

This week’s picture had my muse in a decidedly monosyllabic mood, lols 🙂 So, today, we have one word to express a full idea, packed into a three-beat verse for each aspect of The Way of the Wild …

The Way of the Wild

 

Bitten.

Beaten.

Banished.

*

Ostracised.

Outcast.

Omega.

*

Scapegoat.

Shadow.

Stalker.

*

Grizzly.

Growling.

Gnashing.

*

Tussle.

Tumult.

Terror.

*

Reassessed.

Redemption.

Reinstated.

*

Sanctuary.

Safety.

Shield.

*

Appraisal.

Acceptance.

Alpha.

*

Food.

Fun.

Family.

*

The way of the wild.

 

Copyright ©Harmony Kent 2020

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Book Review: “Murder They Wrote” An Anthology of Short Fiction. @MaeClair1 @virgilante @judypost @KathleenPalm @DawnDun66350980 #IARTG #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and a welcome to my BOOK REVIEW of “Murder They Wrote” An Anthology of Short Fiction. Seven great stories from seven talented authors. You’ll read shorts from these folks  Mae Clair ,C.S. Boyack, Judi Lynn, Julia Donner, Kathleen Palm D.P. Reisig and Rachel Sherwood Roberts

Murder They Wrote by [Judi Lynn, C.S. Boyack, Mae Clair, Kathleen Palm, Julia Donner, D.P. Reisig, Rachel Sherwood Roberts]

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Seven great ways to spend your reading time! A superb collection of Mystery Shorts from an eclectic selection of authors and disciplines.

I knew I was in for a treat when I began reading this anthology. You can’t go wrong with such a diversity of authors and genres. If you enjoy Speculative/fantasy fiction, cozy mysteries, Regency,  Ghost stories, and more don’t miss this chance to see each featured here.

It was pure pleasure to read selections from two authors I’m already a huge fan of, namely Mae Clair and C.S Boyack.  Mae Clair delivered my favorite of the collection, “A Winter Reckoning” This one is outside the genre I’ve come to expect from this author and she has nailed it. A beautifully written and totally engaging read.
Craig Boyack “From the Files of Jason Fogg” Allowed me to return to see  already familiar characters doing their thing. 

The introduction to authors I was previously unaquainted with has me now following them all on Amazon.

If you want a riveting reading experience, and a way to indulge yourself with a few hours of great escapism you need to add Murder They Wrote to your Must Read list.

 

‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #16 Entry Part 9) By Joan Hall @JoanHallWrites #IARTG #ASMSG #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 9)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #16.

Today I’m featuring a contribution by Joan Hall.

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.

LONE WOLF

Jake McLaughlin pulled the brim of his Stetson low on his forehead. Snow began to fall. He needed to check on the cattle before it became too heavy.

Urging Scout into a trot, he set off for the western boundary of the ranch. The livestock had been moved closer to the barns for the winter, but a few cows always tended to stray.

An hour later, Jake reached the remote pasture. It was his favorite place on the Double Diamond—an area where the wide-open range met the foothills. He often came here to be alone during the summer months. During the winter, he volunteered to check this spot, a job the other cowboys didn’t want. They preferred to stay closer to home.

At the crest of a hill, he pulled back on Scout’s reigns. The Pinto halted, and Jake sat quietly, marveling at the sheer beauty of the area. Reveling in the silence of the falling snowflakes.

Every day for the past week, a solitary wolf had called out. He felt inexplicably drawn to this wild canine and began calling it Lone Wolf.

Maybe his affinity for the creature was due to the fact he was also a loner. While his bunkmates liked to carouse, play cards, and go into town every chance they got, Jake preferred a place to be alone. Preferably one where he could be in tune with nature.

After a few minutes, he heard what some would describe as a mournful howl. Jake found it comforting. Although he’d never gotten close enough to see the animal, he pictured the gray wolf standing on a rocky crevice, lifting its head as it called out.

He listened until the sound died away. Clouds were breaking to the west, the setting sun bathing the horizon in a golden hue. Satisfied there were no stray cattle in the area, he turned Scout back toward the ranch.

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Jake continued his daily trek, always listening for Lone Wolf’s call. One day, there was only silence. He couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Likely it had moved to another area or joined in with a pack to hunt.

Shaking his head, he started back to the ranch.

Go back.

He nudged Scout to the area where Lone Wolf always called. As the horse drew closer, Jake heard whimpering. The animal was in trouble.

He dismounted, tied Scout’s reigns to a low-hanging limb, then continued on foot. The sound grew louder, and he soon spied the wolf, its paw caught in the clutches of a trap.

Anger coursed through his veins. To Jake, setting traps was cruel and inhumane. Without help, this wolf would die.

He approached with caution. This was no pet dog but a wild animal. He knelt about ten feet away, his voice gentle.

“Hey, there. I’m here to help. Will you let me come close?”

Jake wasn’t sure how he knew the wolf sensed he meant no harm.

“Got yourself in a mess, huh?”

Once he was close enough, Jake saw the wolf’s paw wasn’t hurt. He pried the jaws of the trap apart. Once free, the wolf started to trot away. Stopped. Turned back to Jake as if to say, “Thank you.”

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A week later, he was checking the area when a blizzard appeared out of nowhere. One minute there was light snowfall. The next brought howling winds and near white-out conditions.

He’d followed the trail of a stray cow into the foothills. The path in this area was treacherous on a good day, but the snowstorm made it worse. Scout was uncharacteristically skittish.

“Easy, boy. One wrong step and—”

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Jake wasn’t sure how long he’d been out. He awoke, cold, alone, and in pain. It was almost dark. He’d freeze to death if he stayed here all night. Scout was nowhere around.

He pulled himself up. Pretty sure he’d broken a rib. He had to find shelter. Protection from the elements.

A gray figure appeared on the path. Lone Wolf turned and trotted back in the direction it came. Stopped every few feet as if to say, “Follow me.”

It wasn’t long until they came to a small cave. Lone Wolf waited for Jake to enter, then followed him inside. The two huddled together to stay warm.

Sunshine awakened Jake the following morning. He would be able to make it home now. The wolf licked his hand, then trotted away.

Lone Wolf had saved his life.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #16 Entry Part 8) By Jacquie Biggar @JacqBiggar #IARTG #ASMSG #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 8) of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #16.

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’s the image prompt and Jacquie’s Contribution.

The Land of The Free

The Land Of The Free

The full moon rode a crest of diaphanous clouds in the midnight sky, turning the snow into a diamond-encrusted field stretching as far as Luna could see. A soft wind ruffled her fur and sighed through the pines, increasing her loneliness.

It had been two weeks since she’d plunged into the freezing cold river. By the time she managed to slow her headlong journey through the angry waves, she’d been miles from her family. Crawling up the bank, Luna took refuge under a fallen tree and shivered until sleep took her under.

Three frosty days later, hunger drove her from the makeshift shelter. Stiff and aching muscles protested, but she shook, sending ice projectiles flying in all directions, and hobbled into the forest. A wounded rabbit provided the nourishment she needed and strength coursed through her veins.

Now to find her way home.

Instinct sent her feet flying upriver, back toward the snow-capped peaks of the Mackenzie Mountains. Wawatay followed her nighttime journey, the spirits dancing their way into the next world, the blue and green streaks lighting her way.

A shot rang out, kicking up the powdery snow near Luna’s tail. She yelped, and dodged to the right. What was tha… Bang. The echo resounded off the trees, knocking snow from the branches. Her pulse leaping in fear, she took flight, running full out away from the horrible noise. She ran, and ran, until her breath sawed in and out of her mouth, and still she ran.

Dawn was breaking the night sky apart by the time Luna slowed to a stop, tail tucked between her legs. Hopeless, she lifted her head and howled at the gods for leaving her out here all alone. A moment later, an answering call traveled on the wind.

Could it be?

Afraid to hope, Luna watched and waited until a pack of wolves loped into view. The big male in the lead had a distinctive coat of black fur with a silver streak down the back- her father.

Luna took off at a mad dash, yipping with joy. Her family surrounded her, licking and nipping their love and affection. Somehow, some way, she’d defied the odds and found her way home here in the land of the free.

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