‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Entries Part 2. @MarshaIngrao @gmplano @dlfinnauthor #IARTG #ASMSG #WRITINGCOMMUNITY

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 2)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #8.

Today I’m featuring contributions from entry 4) By Marsha Ingrao 5) By Gwen Plano and 6) 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.

Flash Free child with lion toy

Entry 4) by Marsha Ingrao.

Carla and Limpy the lion

From Limpy the Lion’s perspective.

By Marsha Ingrao.

Oh, no, here we go again. Mind you, I don’t like green eggs and ham for breakfast either. If my mom raised emus, well I’d eat the emus, not the stupid eggs. They’re so gooey. Give me a nice firm bird any day.

Like I said, my mom would have never let me run away. Her claws were pretty sharp back in the day, and she would whack us in the face if we tried anything. Not Carla’s mom, I know it’s not good to gossip, but I’d bet she doesn’t even know that Carla and I are gone.

I’m quiet, but Carla normally jumps around and screeches at the top of her voice. It’s kind of cute the way she giggles. She wasn’t laughing when she dragged me out here in the middle of breakfast.

I know she loves me, but I’m getting too old for this. Comfortable in my big window with the warm sun on my tummy, I dreamed about chasing emus and biting their heads off. I could feel my feet twitching. I am so fast and so stealthy. Stupid emus.

But you don’t want to know about me. You’re probably wondering why her mom didn’t notice that we left – again.

It’s those mean moody emus. They take up all her mom’s time. One time one of them bit off my eyes. I think it ate them, but I couldn’t see, so I don’t know for sure. Carla’s mom never offered to put them back on no matter how much Carla cried about it. My crying days were over.

So this morning, Carla comes down for breakfast really excited because her mom had promised to bring some doughnuts home when she came back from her big date last night. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs. Pans and dishes clattered and banged in the kitchen. I know doughnuts don’t make a peep, so I hoped they were sitting in a box somewhere close by. Carla’s mom dropped the plate really hard on the table.

“Get in here Carla.”

Carla dragged me by my back leg and tossed me onto the bay window ledge.

She plopped into the chair. It barely made a thud when she kicked the table leg.

“Mom, do I have to eat emu eggs again? You promised.”

“Charles and I didn’t make it to the doughnut store, Carla. Eggs are better anyway. Don’t forget to rinse your plate when you’re finished.”

I heard Carla huff.

Then the door slammed, and I heard those damn birds snorting and grunting. If I didn’t know better, I’d think the pigs had gotten out of their pen down by the barn.

Boom! Boom!

That the female. She’s the one who ate my eyes. I hate that bird. If I ever get the chance I’m going to scratch her eyes out.

Before I could finish, Carla grabbed me by the shoulder, dragged me across the floor and flung open the door. The screen banged shut against the frame as I got a whiff of freshly mowed grass.

As she shuffled down the lane, I sniffed and the curl of stale fish stink covers my face. It’s the lake again. She dropped me into a puddle of green algae when we ran away a month ago. When we got back her mom threw me in the trash. Carla dragged me out and put me in the washer. I must have laid in there for three or four days. You lose track of time in a washer.

“Carla, sweetie don’t cry. What’s wrong,” I said in my head.

“Grandma come get us. I want to stay at your house.”

“I’m not grandma, for heaven’s sake, Carla. I’m not a genie.”

She squeezes me and kisses my face and gets me a little wet, but I don’t say anything.

We have to get in the big truck for hours to get to her grandma’s. Usually when Carla runs away we stay in the hideout that Zack, her big brother built when he was about twelve and her dad was still alive.

Suddenly Carla’s hold on me loosens. A quad rumbles along the dirt path.

“Zackie!”

He picks us both up and we ride for a long time. The wind almost takes the stuffing out of me. Once, it blew me out of the quad, and Zack had to go back and pick me up. He listens to Carla. Thank God.

I smell doughnuts on her breath.

#

Contact Marsha here:

Always Write blog

TWITTER

***

5) This moving Contribution by Gwen Plano.
​Must it take a baby to help us realize we are one family? 

Picture

Gwen may be contacted … here

Reflections on Life … Blog.

Author Page: Gwen Plano on Amazon

On Twitter.

Gwen Plano on Facebook.

~~~

6)A Haiku By D.L.Finn

Flash Free child with lion toy

Mom’s sick they say

Leo & I will make her better

So she can come home.

~~~

D. L. Finn can be reached here …

Blog site:

AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE:

On TWITTER:

On FACEBOOK:

 

Thanks so much for stopping by! The image PROMPT for WEEK #9 will be posted later today.

 

Find me at …

My author page on AMAZON.

On Twitter.

On Facebook

On Goodreads.

By Email.

 

‘Fiction in A Flash Challenge’ Week #8 Entries Part 1) @HowellWave @pursoot @KIngallsAuthor #IARTG #ASMSG #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 1)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #8.

Today I’m featuring contributions from entry 1) John Howell  2) My own Contribution and 3) by Karen Ingalls.

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.

  1. This one line entry Contributed by John Howell

Flash Free child with lion toy

By

John Howell.

“I know you’ve had a rough quarantine, Simba but we need to exercise now.”

John can be reached here:

Visit at Amazon.https://www.amazon.com/author/johnwhowell

 Twitter:

Author Blog Fiction Favorites:

#

My Own Contribution:

Flash Free child with lion toy

Secrets and Smiles.

By

Suzanne Burke.

“Hey, Mary-Beth, hold up!” Fifteen-year-old Kayce called out as he rode up behind his five-year-old sister.

“Where are you off to in such a hurry, squirt?”

Mary-Beth squinted up at him, put her hand on her hip, and announced defiantly, “I’m runnin’ away.

“Oh, I see. Well, then you best be wearin’ your hat.” He handed the straw hat down to her, “I swear Mary-Beth I’m gonna have to glue that thing to your head, so you remember to wear it. That sun will make your running away much harder.”

The little girl gave that some serious thought and then placed her straw-hat on her head and gripped Lennie the Lion more tightly. “Thanks.”

“So … just why are you runnin’ away?”

“It’s a secret.”

“I’ll bet you tell Lennie here all your secrets. Maybe I should ask him?”

The little girl giggled. “That’s dumb. Lennie doesn’t talk. He just smiles a lot.”

“Ah, I see. So, Lennie has reasons to smile.”  he looked at her closely, “What’s made you stop smilin’?”

Mary Beth looked down at her feet, “It’s those babies. Things have been different since momma brought them home from the hospital. I don’t like it.”

“Yeah, I understand. Twin sisters were kind of  surprise for all of us. But you know something? I didn’t like it either when you were first born. I didn’t like all the attention being on someone else instead of me.”

“I just don’t get it, Kayce. They don’t do anything but sleep and cry all the time. Momma’s always so tired, and daddy just walks around shaking his head and smiling a whole lot.”

“Now, that’s strange. I could have sworn I heard mom reading you your bedtime story last night. She was tired, squirt, but she made certain you knew that you’re just as important as you’ve always been.”

“I … Oh.” The child was momentarily lost for words. “But the babies don’t do anything!”

“Oh, they will, squirt. Won’t be long now till the two of them are crawling all over the place and pulling themselves up on every dangerous thing their chubby hands can reach and grab a hold of. They’ll stumble and tumble and you’ll laugh after you make certain they didn’t hurt themselves. Then they’ll start walking, then running and laughing at the pure pleasure of being alive. They’ll capture your heart and hold it in their keeping forever. Just like you did with mine. Do you understand, Mary-Beth?”

“Sort of. Maybe a little.”

“So, are you hungry?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Dad’s fixing burgers.”

“With pickles?”

“Of course, with pickles. Climb on up here in front of me and hold on to Lennie. You both need to freshen up before we eat.”

“I guess Lennie and me can still run away tomorrow.”

“Make certain you wear your hat.”

***

Four-years later:

“Okay. Today’s the day you get to come into the tree-house. We’ll have a story and an afternoon tea party.”

Chantal and Emma grinned in unison. “That means we’re big girls now.” said Chantal.

“You’re on your way, but there’s still a ways to go.” Mary-Beth turned her attention to Emma, “Where’s your hat, baby-girl? I swear I’m gonna have to glue that thing to your head, so you remember to wear it.” Then she giggled with delight as she remembered exactly when she’d heard that before.

The twins looked at each other and shrugged. Emma pointed up to the small verandah surrounding the tree-house, “Hey look at Lennie! He’s smiling!”

“Lennie has a reason to smile.” Mary-Beth placed an arm around each of them,  “Just like I do.”

***

3) Contributed by Karen Ingalls.

Flash Fiction week 8 Karen Ingalls photo

Karen can be reached at …

Karen Ingalls Blog.

On Twitter:

Karen Ingalls Author Page Amazon

On Facebook

~~~

Thanks so much for stopping by. Tomorrow I’ll be Featuring Part 2 … entry 4) by Marsha Ingrao 5) by Gwen Plano and 6) by D.L.Finn

Find me at …

My author page on AMAZON.

On Twitter.

On Facebook

On Goodreads.

By Email.