Flash Fiction: Bold Move

Flash Fiction: Bold Move

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“Awww, did you- did you see that!”, Cam exclaimed to her brother, clutching her purse tightly as an emotional scene played out across the street from them.

A young man who looked to be in his late twenties, dressed in dirty camouflage had his arms wrapped around a black healthy looking dog. The dog’s tail wagged excitedly and his happy “woofs” could be heard from a distance. The military dressed man rubbed the dog all over in an affectionate manner and the dog was only too pleased to be spoiled by his master.

Cam stood rooted at the scene and her eyes looked as if the tears would drip down any moment. Her brother had to pull her forward saying “come on, we’re gonna be late”.

One last look at the man and dog and she made up her mind.
“Be a dear and hold my purse”, Cam pleaded to her brother. Seeing his questioning looks, she added,
“I’m just going over there to introduce myself to your future brother in-law”.


Word count: 171. The above story is in response to Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge where we get a picture each week to write a story not more than 175 words. 

Flash Fiction: Do you remember?

Flash Fiction: Do you remember?

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‘Do you remember? How I cried incessantly to be allowed to take a Jump into the flowing water thinking it was only a “really large swimming pool”‘, questioned Lucille.

And… And how the travel guide scared the daylights out of us with the story of the ghost-bride who roams at night with a ring in her hand, looking for her drowned groom to make her a wife. Ohhh, how scared I was, praying she wouldn’t appear while we were on the bridge. And you, you calmed me and scolded the travel’s guide for terrifying me.

Oh.. Oh, and granny, do you remember the way I danced afterwards to the sound of the waterfall splashing and you clapped and cheered and…

“Granny?” Said Lucille self consciously, realizing the only sound coming from the room was her voice. She looked at her grandmother to find her eyes shut, her face like that of a peaceful sleeping wrinkled baby. Lucille prayed to God at the moment, that her granny was only sleeping and not…


Word count: 171 This post is in response to Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge, where each week we get a photo prompt and wrote a 150-175 words story on the given picture. Thank you very much Etol Bagam for this week’s beautiful picture.

Save your tears-

Save your tears-

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All my life, I keep hearing-
Save your tears;
For what, for who?
When is it ever worth it,
Will it ever be?
How long do I save it,
Till It all comes spilling?
Every bucket has to fill,
Or are my glands infinite?
How cold should I get,
Before I’m thawed?
Should I Stay frozen,
Till eternity comes?

Save your tears-
They keep screaming;
How long should I save it,
Till I lose my sanity?!

So, I lay down and I weep;
I cry with a little scream;
Now I know it’s not cause I’m weak;
Tears are a sign of strength within;
‘Save your tears’ –
they keep screaming;
Do they know that even-
The sky sometimes weep?