Thursday Inspiration — The Letter and the Text

16D90764-5939-41BC-8810-46B5806C034BChris went to his mailbox and noticed a letter in a pink envelope. He knew immediately that the letter was from his ex-girlfriend, Diana. He ran back into his house, dropped the other mail on the kitchen table, and with trembling hands, carefully opened the pink envelope and started reading the familiar handwriting.

Chris couldn’t believe that, after months of total silence, Diana wrote him this letter. Even more shocking were the words he was reading. She broke up with him six months ago, saying she was moving to Los Angeles in order to “find herself.” It was abrupt, totally unexpected, and devastating. He spiraled into a deep depression from which he was only just now starting to emerge.

But he read her letter and was elated. She wrote that she had made a terrible mistake and that she couldn’t live without him anymore. She practically begged him to forgive her and to give their relationship another chance. She gave him her new phone number and asked him to call or text her.

Chris was thrilled that his lonely days would finally be over. He called the airline and told them that he needed a one-way ticket to LA on the next flight out and that he didn’t care how much he had to spend to get it. Once he confirmed that his flight for late morning the next day was booked, he picked up his phone and sent a Diana a text:147DF69F-FF71-4EB1-8229-9D59D9C3884F

Written for this week’s Thursday Inspiration prompt from Paula Light. The theme is “letter,” along with the picture at the top of this post from the Happy Color app.

FFfPP — The Prime Suspect

A14E3A18-B676-42F5-8C5A-05DC804C34DA“Her wallet, her phone, her glasses,” Anna said. “She would never leave her apartment without those things. I’m calling 9-1-1.”

“Wait,” Dean said. “Perhaps something came up suddenly and she left in a hurry. We should give her some time. She’ll probably show up.”

“Where’s her cat?” Anna asked.

“Maybe the cat got out and she ran chasing after it. That would explained why she left all of her stuff behind,” Dean said.

Anna heard a sound coming from the bathroom, opened the door and an angry cat came running out. “Any other theories,” she asked Dean. “I’m calling the police.”

Dean grabbed Anna’s arm. “No you’re not,” he said.

“Let go of me,” Anna screamed. “Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do. She’s your girlfriend, Dean. Aren’t you concerned?”

“Of course I’m worried,” Dean said, “but I’m the boyfriend and I was the last to see her alive. That makes me the prime suspect.”

“The last to see her alive?” Anna said, a look of horror on her face. “Dean, what did you do?”

Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner from Roger Shipp. Photo credit:

A Fresh Start

54A2797E-55A8-4820-97C7-2C5889B1E610Jim was nervous as he walked into Stephen’s office. “Sit, Jim,” his boss said taking a seat on his office sofa and pointing to a chair next to it.

Jim sat down. “You want to talk to me about my report?”

“Yes, Jim, I do,” Stephen said. “Your research was excellent. Very detailed and in-depth, very well annotated. Unfortunately, your written report was problematic.”

Jim was confused. “Problematic?” he said. “I don’t understand.”

“You’re way too deep into the weeds,” his boss said. “It’s sixty pages long, for crissake. No one is going to take the time to read it all. What you need to do is put an abstract of your research at the beginning and a summary at the end. That way, people can read the abstract, get the gist of the report, skip to the summary, and voila, they’re done. Sort of like a pebble skimming the surface.”

“I feel like I’ve just entered the Twilight Zone,” Jim said. “I’m a research scientist and you want me to just skim the surface in my written reports. That’s nonsense. That’s not what I spent my time getting a PhD to do. I don’t think we have a match, Stephen. I quit.” Jim got up and started to leave Stephen’s office, when Stephen reached out and grabbed Jim by his right wrist.

“Jim, wait,” Stephen said. “Listen, the holidays are coming up. Take some time, think things over, and when you come back, we’ll get off to a fresh start. We need people like you with your work ethic. I’ve got my eye on you for bigger things, son.”

Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver prompt (weeds) and for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (written), Your Daily Word Prompt (problematic), Ragtag Daily Prompt (pebble), Word of the Day Challenge (Zone), Daily Addictions (wrist), and The Daily Spur (holidays).

100WW — Hot Air Balloons

6E44303D-5EEC-4028-AF78-D6326386858B“Look, Al,” Helen said, pointing to sky as they walked to their car after picking up a few things at the mall. “Hot air balloons.”

Al looked up and crinkled his brow. “Yes,” he said, “but it’s weird. They usually fly over in the valley, not anywhere near here.”

“They’re pretty,” Helen said.

“I suppose,” Al shrugged as he opened the car’s trunk and put the packages in them. He had just slammed the trunk shut when he heard the first explosion.

“Helen, get in the car!” he shouted when he saw the laser beams. “Those aren’t hot air balloons!”

(100 words)

Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl.

FOWC with Fandango — Written

FOWCWelcome to August 22, 2019 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “written.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

The issue with pingbacks not showing up seems to have been resolved, but you might check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.