‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #25 Part 3) by Gwen Plano @gmplano #IARTG #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 3)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #25.

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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LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
 
​Are you sure we’re on the right path?

I’m following the coordinates, Kath.

Well, it looks like the middle of nowhere.

By my calculations, we’re almost there.

Maybe the map was for something else, George.

Anything’s possible, but let’s keep going. We’re not far from the location.

The whole thing is strange, how we found the room.

Or blessed? Maybe we’ll discover a treasure.

Yeah sure. How long have we been walking?

Come on, it hasn’t been that long.

You kidding me? What time is it?

Just after midnight.

Thought so. We’ve been walking a couple of hours.

It’s just another 30 yards or so.

Says the football player. Like I know distances in yards!

Take my hand, Kath. It’s not far, I promise.

What was that?

What do ya mean?

That!! Don’t you hear it?

The owl?

Freaky, don’t you think?

Just sounds of the night. Five more yards. Come on.

Ohhh.

Now what?

Look George!  

I’ll be… No wonder the map said Love At First Sight
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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #25 Entry Part 2) by D.L.Finn @dlfinnauthor #IARTG #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Part 2)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #25.
Today I’m featuring a contribution from entry 2) 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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This is a Haibun Poem, which is a prose paragraph and a Haiku combined.

THE BOOKCASE

The dusty-book aroma filled me with happiness. The old house was mine now, including this exquisite library. My hand brushed over some of the great classics Treasure Island, Moby Dick, Pride and Prejudice, The Great Gatsby, and Little Women. I sneezed as I continued to rescue the collection from its grimy lair. There would be hours of reading seated by a roaring fire. I breathed in gratitude, knowing all my dreams had come true. Then, I ran across a book that would not budge. A heavy tug revealed what was hidden.

The bookcase a door

A stale room with one rare book

Gutenberg Bible.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #25 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 #25
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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Here is John Howell’s one line entry.

“So this is where he keeps his gin the old sot.”

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My contribution …

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CATCH 22.05

“Say again?”

“Location confirmed, Catch 22.”

“Copy that. We’re four minutes out.”

A black SUV pulled up outside the residence and three men climbed out, dodged the crime scene tapes and strode into the building. Even the untrained eye could tell those entering that the old home reeked of expensive taste and enough money to indulge it. Their credentials were checked with raised eyebrows and questioning looks as they were pointed in the direction of the library on the second floor.

“Who’s in charge?”

“I’m Detective Nick O’Ryan. Who are you?”

“I’m Special agent Dan Tanner. I’m the man about to take over your crime scene, Detective.”

“On whose authority?”

Agent Tanner handed across his identification and the single page document. The detective took a good hard look and exhaled slowly. “What possible interest can this homicide be to your people?”

“This is a matter of national security. That’s all you need to know. Now regroup your men and stand down.”

The detective looked again at the paperwork, then shrugged in irritation. “I don’t have a choice.” The Washington P.D left the scene approximately ten minutes later.

Dan Tanner pulled on his latex gloves and then ran his eyes along each shelf of the bookcase, noting the leather-bound volumes of many classic pieces of literature all in Hard-Cover except for one. The paperback edition of Catch 22 lay on its side, and when moved it triggered the lock allowing access to the room. He entered slowly. The room faced the alley way, with stairs leading up to the roof. There was a desk in one corner and a bunk against the only external wall. He removed the tweezers from his pocket and lifted a blood-stained tee shirt from the floor. Blood spattered the wall above the bunk and the trail led them up the stairs to the rooftop.

The corpse lay around fifteen feet from the trapdoor. The amount of blood present indicated that the man had bled out. He’d had no time to access any assistance. His last words he’d scrawled in his own blood. “CIA”

Dan Tanner grunted and turned to his colleague. “So, is he saying that’s who did the hit? Or is he saying that’s who he worked for?’

“That’s what we’re here to find out.”

Dan Tanner rolled his eyes. “Now that could get messy.”

“That’s okay, boss. Messy is what I do best.”

The men laughed together for a moment. Dan asked, “So who called 911?”

“The housekeeper. She’d downstairs waiting in the sitting room.”

“Have the homicide boys talked to her yet?”

“They’d just begun asking questions as we arrived, there’s a lot more still to ask. You wanna handle that?”

“Yeah.”

Dan walked into the sitting room, introduced himself and showed the woman his credentials. “I know you’ve already been asked a few questions, Mrs. Adams. I’m afraid I need to clarify a few of them again.”

“Can we just get this done so I can go home?”

“How long have you worked for Michael Cavendish?”

“Six years.”

“What prompted you to report him as missing?”

“I deliver his evening meal every night at precisely seven o’clock and pick up the tray at eight. Night before last his tray was untouched and exactly where I’d left it. That’s never happened before. He didn’t touch his breakfast tray yesterday morning, or his diner last night either, so I got worried and pounded on the wall. Then I noticed the room behind the bookcase was open. I, … I went inside and I saw all that blood so I called 911.”

“Had your employer seemed different lately? Was he agitated about something?”

“I’ve never met the man. All my orders came via the telephone, and my weekly pays always waiting for me right where I leave the dinner tray.”

“So, check? Money transfer? How are you paid?”

“Always in cash. But you can check with IRS. I always pay my taxes.”

“Did your employer have any unusual visitors lately?”

“The only people who ever came to the house were delivery people. He didn’t have anyone else stop by in the six years I’ve worked here. I don’t ask questions. I just do my job, collect my pay, and don’t get too curious about anything. Those were pretty explicit instructions when I got this job.”

Dan Tanner asked a few more questions. Conferred with his colleagues and called in his findings.

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The downtown area was rocked by an explosion approximately forty-five minutes ago.

No loss of life has been reported. The building was believed to be empty at the time.

First responders have told us that the premises have been completely destroyed by the blast and the resulting fire has left only a smoking pile of rubble at the scene.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #24 Entry part 8) by Anita Dawes @jaydawes2 #IARTG #WritingPrompts #WritingComminity #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Entry PART 8) for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #24.

Today I’m featuring a contribution from entry 4) 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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We humans come in various sizes
each one a discovery of delight
Eyes may well be the windows to the soul
For me, hands tell so much
Smooth, delicate, new-born
To hard calloused working hands
Like my father’s. An estate gardener,
nails black with good earth, he’d say
When my mother reminded him to clean them
Before sitting at our table
Mother’s red, from taking in neighbours washing
It could be said, pride shone from their fingers
They caress, they slap, they clap
to their favourite tune
Best of all, they hold you tight
Keep you fed, safe, warm
throughout your life
Hands speak their own language of love…

©anitadawes 2020

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #25 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 #25 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, NOVEMBER 19th. 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 #25 Image Prompt.

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Photo by Stefan Steinbauer on Unsplash

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #24 entry Part 7) by Miriam Hurdle @mhurdle112 #IARTG #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 7)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #24
Today I’m featuring the contribution from Miriam Hurdle
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 Miriam’s entry.

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The Odds

“Christmas is around the corner. My parents are hosting the family gathering this year. My mom is sending out invitations to all our extended family. It will be 58 people if they all could come,” Margaret said.

“How often do your parents host the Christmas party?” Darin asked.

“Once every five years. My mom has four siblings married with children. My dad has one sister. They live all over the country. My grandparents live close by.”

“Most of you aunts and uncles are from the same family. It sounds cozy.”

“My mom wants you to come.”

“Of course, I’ll come. We have a small family. Just my parents, three sets of aunts and uncle, my grandparents, and me. I should spend Christmas morning with them. I’ll come in the early afternoon. Is it okay?”

“Sure, the party will be all day long.”

“I’ll be away for a few days after Christmas.”

“Where’re you going?”

“It’s a long story. Well, I have to tell you, eventually. My parents shared something with me a year ago. My dad said he couldn’t give children to my mom. He suggested having sperm donation at a fertility clinic. My mom agreed. In fact, he went with my mom for the insemination.  My dad waited for my mom’s procedure. I felt awkward that my dad is not my dad. I mean, I don’t have his genes. It doesn’t matter now. He’s my only dad. They said that having children through using donated eggs, sperm or embryos are common alternatives for couples who have infertility problem to have their biological children.”

“Oh, thank you for telling me. I got something to tell you. But tell me more.”

“My dad suggested I had a DNA test to locate the sperm donor because it was anonymous at the time of the process. Not that he wanted me to meet him, but just didn’t want to leave it as a mystery.”

“Did you do it? What did you find out?”

“I did the DNA test. Unfortunately, I found out something shocking and wished it wasn’t true.”

“What was it?”

“The DNA pointed to a doctor who used his own sperm to help around 600 women conceived. Someone started a website calling people to do DNA test to find out if this doctor was their sperm donor. The guy of the website says these 600 people were literally half-siblings. The purpose of the identification was that people who have this doctor as the sperm donor won’t end up getting married. The risk that two of the offspring may meet unknowingly and start a family of their own, which could cause serious genetic problems in their children.”

“Oh, no.”

“What’s the problem? What’s wrong?”

“My mom told me when I turned 18, that she had me from a sperm donor. She also asked me to take a DNA test to identify the donor.”

“Oh gosh, what were the odds we met?”

“Why will you be away after Christmas?”

“Among the people responded, five of them, two men and three women, who live in the neighboring states would like to meet. After all, they are… we are half-siblings. We just want to meet and talk. Did you find out the name of the donor?”

“Yes, the last name is Vardags. He was an Oxford law student at that time, and he only made one donation. What’s the name of your donor?”

“It was Dr. Bertold Wiesner. Oh, gosh, I’m so relieved. I don’t want to call you my sister. I want you to be my wife.”

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #23 Entry Part 6) by Gwen Plano @gmplano #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 #24.

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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The photo of a child’s hand in a father’s palm led me to respond with a Haiku poem of 5-7-5 syllables. I hope you enjoy,

A father’s hands… 
 
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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #24 Entry Part 5) by Jacquie Biggar @jacqbiggar #IARTG #FlashFiction #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 5) of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #24.

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.

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Guiding Hands

One of my fondest memories is of Dad holding my daughter’s hand while she clambered up his legs to sit in his lap.

When we were growing up, my brother and I didn’t see a lot of my father. He was a hard-working truck driver who spent most of his days on the road delivering groceries from town to town.

It was normal for him to be gone 15-16 hours at a time, so it was understandable when he got home all he wanted was a hot meal and his bed. We learned from a young age to tread lightly and give him his peace. He was French Canadian, with a strong accent and deep voice that could be intimidating to young kids. It wasn’t that he was mean- never that- only tired and not up to our jibber-jabbering.

When I got older and became an obnoxious teen (yeah, me :)), he decided I could go to work with him as his swamper. Let me tell you, that was interesting! My job was to keep the driver- Dad- awake, be an extra pair of eyes on the road, and help unload the boxes at each stop. Some nights, I’d barely arrive home from running around with my friends when it would be time to leave for work.

We’d drive down to the warehouse, make sure the trailer was properly loaded and the invoices in place, then it was over to the truck bay to start the semi.

Dad had a White Western Star with a shiny chrome grille and bumper, something like the one below, except white with red and blue pinstriping.

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He was so proud of that truck, and kept it immaculate. We’d often have people stopping to take a picture of it.

Our run included the town of Jasper in Jasper National Park. Set in the heart of the Rocky Mountains, it’s truly breathtaking, but something of a logistical nightmare for getting around in with an eighteen wheeler!

We delivered to grocery stores, hotels, and Jasper Park Lodge and if we weren’t dodging elk or Mountain sheep, it was the tourists. Once, one crazy person even tried driving under the trailer because we weren’t moving fast enough for them!

Dad thought nothing of hopping into the trailer, though it was shoulder high even for him. I had to scramble up however I could, though once in a while he’d give me a haul up (which felt like flying, lol). He’d help me move a stack of boxes to the door, then he’d hop down and start carrying them in to the customer while I made sure the order matched the invoice and kept the boxes ready for pick up.

By the time we were done and headed home, every muscle ached and my eyelids weighed a ton. I also gained a deep respect for all Dad did to keep our family housed and fed.

When my daughter came along, some years later it was as though Dad saw it as a second chance for the things he’d missed when we were kids. He and Mom would come over Sunday mornings for coffee and a visit and he seemed content to have a toddler crawling all over him. She was fascinated by his big hands with their tough calluses, and would place her tiny fingers in his and smile up at him, happy to be in Grandpa’s loving arms.

She was six when he passed away, and my biggest regret is that he wasn’t able to teach her all the love and respect he taught me with his guiding hands.

My Dad

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #24 Entry Part 4) by Roberta Eaton Cheadle @RobertaEaton17 #IARTG #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 4)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #24. 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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I awoke feeling languid and tired and rushed around to get ready to leave so that I could arrive for my appointment in good time. I hate being late.

Dr Staples called me into his office as soon as I arrived. It was a most unusual appointment as he didn’t examine me at all. He used his large and expensive looking desktop computer to connect to the microchip in my brain.

“I will know immediately if there is anything unusual taking place in your body,” he explained. “The microchip maps the condition of every cell on an on-going basis. If you are suffering any kind of illness, I will be able to adjust the setting of the microchip to cure the problem.”

I felt a bit overwhelmed so I merely nodded my head and waited for him to speak again.

Ten minutes later, he looked at me with his piercing eyes and smiled. “There is nothing wrong with you, Jen. You are pregnant. Isn’t that exciting news?”

I drew in my breath sharply. Pregnant! I’m not ready to be pregnant. Not ready to have a baby.

Dr Staples continued to smile delightedly. “You are fortunate, Jen. John and you will be having a baby that is genetically modified to ensure he or she is a strong biological specimen with no physical disabilities, no predisposition to any genetic diseases or illnesses and an exceptionally high intelligence. The baby will also have the benefit of an exceptionally long life, the same as John and you, but his or her aging genes have already been edited to slow down the aging process, while John and your genes have had to be edited to slow down the process and reverse some of the effects of aging that have already taken place in your bodies.”

“Wow,” was all I could manage to say initially. “That is incredible, Dr Staples. I can’t believe I am pregnant and to be told that our baby will be genetically enhanced like you have described is amazing.”

A wave of excitement surged through me and I felt ever so much better, full of life and cheerfulness.

Dr Staples notices the change, I think my cheeks went all rosy, and he smiled again.

“You will see a gynaecologist and obstetrician here at this hospital and you will also deliver your baby here. You are one of the privileged and all your needs will be attended to by the World Government team of medical practitioners. I will ask my receptionist, Mrs Carter, to make you an appointment with Dr Chambers, your new gynaecologist, for next month. In the meantime, I see you have been feeling nauseous and I have programmed some slight adjustments so that you will feel better. You will also see me once a month, for the next six months, and two weekly thereafter, so that I can monitor your progress and the cells belonging to your baby.”

It was a relief to have everything organised for me like this, especially since I was still adjusting to the idea of motherhood. Fortunately, this hospital was close to Canary Wharf and my office.

Before I left, Dr Staples told me not to discuss the genetic enhancements that were being made for my child with anyone other than John.

“The World Government does not want public protests erupting about the new social system of genetic haves and have-nots. These genetic enhancements will only be provided to exceptional couples who are being hand selected for the programme. You are giving your child the best possible start in life and that is what you must focus on. Mrs Carter will ask you to sign an undertaking in this regard before you leave. John will also be required to sign it.”

“Okay, Dr Staples, that is fine, I won’t discuss that aspect of my pregnancy with anyone else. Thank you for your time and all your advice.”

I signed the undertaking and set off for the office in a sort of dream-state. I can’t wait to speak to John later that evening and tell him the news.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge Week #24 Entry Part 3) 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” Week #24.

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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Boy to Man

From the boy to the Man,
He’s always done the best he can.

Ever careful of what he might teach or pass on
To his one and only little son.

But betimes life is hard and cruel,
And, at best, it leaves you feeling the fool.

All he’d wanted was for that little palm to grow to fit,
To nurture the figting spirit that never quit.

What to do when the body turns traitor?
When it does no good to rail against the creator?

He holds those tiny fingers and loves the child harder than ever,
And no matter what, they get through this together.

The man cherishes each and every smile and cry of joy,
That shows the staunch heart of this wondrous boy.

© Harmony Kent 2020

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