‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #36 Entry Part 7) by Kirsten Nairn @KirstenNairn #FlashFiction #WritingPrompt #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Part 7)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021” Week #36.
Today I’m featuring contributions from entry Part 7) 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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You created quite a buzz the day you arrived in our tiny costal village in your brightly decorated VW camper van. News spread like wildfire about the ‘American laddie in his Scooby Doo van’. I was still trying to decide whether you were the epitome of cool or just plain weird, when you walked into the store.

Mr Cavendish looked up from the shelf he was stacking.

‘Oh, here he is. We’ve heard all about you, although you’re about fifty years too late for Woodstock son!’

At ease in your own skin, you just laughed.

‘I’m just here for a few days to catch some surf before heading North on the last leg of my journey, and in need of a few supplies for tonight.’

‘Surf! I don’t know about that son. We have the North Sea with some big waves, but it’s freezing, even at this time of year. Rosie here will help you find whatever you need though.’

I blushed as you turned your gaze towards me, a twinkle in those pale blue eyes.

‘I see your admiring her. What do you think?’ he nodded in the direction of the van parked outside.

‘Yes. It’s pretty, I guess.’

‘Pretty! Awe, come on. I’ve spent two years working on her. She’s got to be worth more than a ‘pretty’, surely?’

‘Ok. It’s cool.’

‘That’s better. Hey, how about I show you around her? What time do you finish?’

‘Oh…I…’

‘I won’t bite. Promise. I can just take you for a spin and drop you home within the hour. Come on, what do you say?’

‘Okay,’ I gulped, ‘I finish at five.’

‘Great. See you then. Oh, I’m Dexter by the way. Dex for short.’

Mr C scowled. ‘Rosie, is that wise? You’ve only just met him? And he’s American!’

I immediately regretted my decision and was jittery for the rest of the day. Nausea swept over me as the clock approached five. I prayed you wouldn’t show, but in the distance I heard the guttural sound of the diesel engine as it made its way up the hill, Bob Dylan blaring out of the speakers. The blast from the horn made me jump. I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans and headed out into the bright sunshine.

Up close you were the most exotic thing I’d ever seen, with your sun-bleached hair and tanned skin, such a contrast to my own grey pallor. And your teeth! Even after two, tortuous years of wearing braces, my own teeth were nowhere near as perfect.

‘I found a great spot to park for a few days, just down by the beach, I thought we could head down there if that’s all right?’

We saw each other every day after that. You picked me up at five and we headed to the beach where we collected shells and driftwood, toasted marshmallows, and listened to your sixties music. Slowly, the grey left my skin, replaced by a healthy glow, which wasn’t purely down to the sea air.

We kissed for the first time one evening as we lay under the stars. My heart raced as I imagined what was to come and I hoped my inexperience wouldn’t show as I pushed my body closer to yours, urging you on, but you seemed distracted. Distant.

‘Sorry Rosie, I can’t. It wouldn’t be right. I’ve been meaning to tell you. I need to leave tomorrow.’

‘Tomorrow! But why?’

‘I’m already a week behind schedule. You always knew I’d have to go at some point.’

‘I know, but I thought…’ I scrambled to my feet. ‘Can you take me home please?’

‘Rosie…’

‘Now Dexter!’

Bob Dylan sang his painful, melodic poetry to us as we journeyed in silence.

‘Rosie, please.’

‘Bye Dex.’ I slammed the door behind me and stormed up the garden path, my eyes prickling with unshed tears.

Unable to sleep, I looked as dreadful as I felt by the time I arrived at work the following morning. Mr C instinctively knew better than to ask any questions. Every minute felt like an eternity as I clock watched, desperate for the day to be over. As five ‘o’ clock approached the pain became unbearable and I thought my heart would burst as I pulled on my coat and said my goodbyes.

As I stepped out into the evening sun, I heard the faint sounds of Bob Dylan, and the guttural roar of the diesel engine as it made its way up the hill.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #36 Entry Part 6) by Anita Dawes @jaydawes2 #IARTG #WritingPrompts #WritingComminity #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Entry PART 6) for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021.” Week #36.

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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Now here’s one wish I would love granted,
Turn back time,
let me join the flower power that passed me by
Let me ride the love train,
until the stars appear to lead the way
Ban the bomb. If only?
For a moment, love around the world held us in its grip,
Before going south, the way of so many good ideas
That little VW was never wasted.
I feel some of those sweet souls that drove in it.
They left a lot of love and smiles behind them.
We need their like to drive by once more,
To light the world with love and laughter
Shield us from the crazy world we live in,
If only for a moment…

© Anita Dawes 2021

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #36 Entry Part 5) By Harmony Kent @harmony_kent #IARTG #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 5)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021. Week #36.  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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Ghost Van

The van was worried and most definitely not at peace. Anything but hippie, it wanted to make war, not love.

Its last owner had come to fear him, and so would this one … cute college girl or not. He’d never been one to suffer fools gladly. And this amateur paint job—well, he had no words. Just rage. While he might have been a bit worn and rusty, he wasn’t destitute or desperate.

Anger simmering below the hood, he waited and bided. Once in a while his patience shattered on the rocks of fury, and he would stall the engine or flat-out refuse to start. Her frustration filled him with glee. After a few months, she took him out for a night ride. Now was his chance.

She picked up a guy—a loser if the van had ever seen one. A privileged jerk with no respect for the female form. After the drive-in movie, they went to Lover’s Lane … how many cliches did she intend on putting him through?

The spirit in the van intended to kill them both. With any luck, he’d get returned to the junk yard and left to rot in peace. Only once the carcass had rotted entirely would he find release. She navigated down the rutted lane and all the way to the hilltop. The view was tremendous. So was the sheer drop.

The jerk made his move. She fought him off. With a little help from the spirit in the van, she shoved jerk-boy out of the passenger door, and he tumbled to the grass. She slammed the door shut and reined in her sobs.

As soon as she found first gear, his resolve went up in smoke, along with the engine. He snatched control from her hands and roared toward the edge, and the boy. Over the screaming revs, the dull thud of the impact barely registered. The body flew feet into the air and then plummeted. The van hit the brakes. With the bumper hanging over the cliff, the van lurched to a stop. Behind the wheel, she sat with her wide eyes hidden behind her hands.

In that moment, he realised how much he’d come to love the girl. The van utilised the radio function to communicate. Let Me Take you Home Tonight by Boston crooned from the speakers …

You must understand this

I’ve watched you for so long

That I feel I’ve known you

I know it can’t be wrong

If we just get together

I want to make you see

As soon as the final refrain of Let Me Take You Home Tonight played, he switched off the sound. Then he drove her home.

It didn’t bother him too much that she left him parked on the drive for the next few months. He could wait. He was used to biding his time. Every once in a while, he gave her a nudge to remind her of his presence, and she’d have to open up his door and turn off the headlights or the blaring horn. She’d come around to his way of seeing things soon. Eventually, they always did.

© Harmony Kent 2021

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #36 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 #36.
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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THE TRIP

I had carefully reapplied the blue, yellow, black, and brown paint to the 67 VW van. I added a touch of dirt onto my metal canvas to make it look like I’d been on the road for a couple of weeks. Each sixties phrase and symbol were brought to life after being buried in the junkyard for years. The webbed glass was replaced, and the wheels now supported the body. I secured the final headlight, more than satisfied with my effort. A shudder ran through my body as I proceeded through the final check. Each positive mark on my list got me closer to the goal. Finally, each box was filled. It was ready. I sank into my hemp covered seat and took a long, cleansing breath. This van would serve as my home now, and I’d included a small stove, bed, toilet, fridge, and sink. It had been tricky building it around the powerful engine, but not impossible. I’d found a way to run the van on Vodka, but any liquor that was 70 proof or higher would do in a pinch. After selling everything I owned for this moment, all I had left was my beloved black cat, Stormy, who would be my only companion and my roof garden. I smiled and started the engine.

The time machine packed
Hope still lingers in the past
Here, I’ll save our world.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #36 Entry Part 3) by Ladyleemanila @Ladyleemanila #IARTG #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Part 3)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021” Week #36.
Today I’m featuring contributions from entry Part 3) 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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Painted words on the bus down the street

Justice to sway and call as people cheer

Peace and love not war,  we tell that is clear

Private and public chain and web to greet

Failed to settle but that’s not a defeat

Will be alright in a month or in a year

Painted words on the bus down the street

Justice to sway and call as people cheer

The bus drives on and on even in sleet

Spreading the message in their frontier

Lots of volunteers and they persevere

Children with costumes playing trick or treat

Painted words on the bus down the street*

(c) ladyleemanila 2021

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

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Parts 1) and 2) of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021.  Week #36
Today I’m featuring contributions from entry 1)By John Howell and Entry 2) My own contribution.
Last week I set the following Challenge:
Hello everyone and welcome to my new “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!” Each week I’ll be featuring an image and inviting you to write a Flash Fiction or Non-Fiction piece inspired by that image in any format and genre of your choosing.  Maximum word count: 750 words.

Here is the image prompt.

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This one-line contribution by John Howell.

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

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Here is my own contribution.

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Déjà Vu

“So, Mark, what’s he like?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay … Alan.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“When are you planning on leaving?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, my boy.”

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

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

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

Enjoy WOODSTOCK.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

‘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…

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