FFfAW — What Do You See?

96afaf32-1954-4b89-a5fd-a58b647a3a85“I see a cute and cuddly teddy bear reaching out for a hug,” Rachel said.

“I see God peeking out from behind the clouds, gracing us all in His glory,” said Anita.

“I see a map of Europe and Africa,” Robert said.

“I see thunder clouds forming and a thunderstorm coming,” Jimmy said.

“Have you no imagination whatsoever, Jimmy?” Rachel asked. “Surely you see something else when you look at those clouds.”

“They’re clouds, Rachel,” Jimmy said. “They are made of drops of water that are too small to see, which have turned into a gas called water vapor. As the water vapor goes higher in the sky, the air gets cooler. And that causes the water droplets to start to stick to things like bits of dust, ice, or sea salt. And that’s how the clouds form. Then the wind moves those clouds across the sky, constantly changing their shapes.”

“You really need to get a life, Jimmy,” Rachel said.

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Written for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Photo credit: Jodi McKinney.

FFfAW — Dangerous Game

A592EBCC-888A-443E-86D0-EC250CAD61AAAs the sun began to surface above the horizon, George was worried that something was awry. This was a dangerous game he was playing, and if anything went wrong, he was a dead man. The crew he was running with didn’t fool around.

It was just past dawn when he saw the car’s headlights in the distance heading in his direction. The road was a rarely used country road, so he was sure this was them. The knot in his stomach grew tighter as the car got closer, and even though there was a chill in the early morning air, George could feel the perspiration beading up on his forehead.

The car came to a halt about 100 feet away from where George was standing. The headlights remained on, preventing him from seeing who was in the car. He heard the car doors open, and the sounds of footfalls walking toward him. He was till unable to see who they were.

Then he heard someone say his name. It wasn’t the voice he was expecting.

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Written for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Photo credit: Jodi McKinney.

FFfAW — Pull

B8F45964-7C00-42C2-8335-79A305E063D0“Omigod, Hank. You couldn’t hit the floor if you fell out of bed,” Jimmy said, trying to control his laughter.

“Pull!” yelled a determined Hank. As the clay pigeon became airborne, Hank pumped the shotgun, took aim, and fired. Once again, he missed the target. “Dammit,” he said.

“With aim like that,” Jimmy said, “I pity your wife when she has to clean the floor around your toilet.”

“Hey, cut the dude some slack, Jimmy,” Mike said. “This is his first time going skeet shooting.”

“Yeah, Jimmy,” Hank said. “How many targets did you hit your first time?”

“Every damn one, Hank,” Jimmy answered.

“That’s a load of bullshit, Jimmy,” Hank replied.

“Oh yeah? Watch this.” Jimmy yelled, “Pull!” and as the clay pigeon catapulted across the sky, he pumped the shotgun, tracked the disc, and fired. The target broke into tiny pieces.

Hank was enraged. He turned toward Jimmy, raised the shotgun, aimed it at him, and said, “Who’s the clay pigeon now, asshole?” as he pumped the barrel. “Pull!”

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Written for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt from Priceless Joy. Photo credit: Yinglan.

FFfAW — I Am Finally Free

A7537329-AFC2-48DB-A6CC-912899DA49EF“Why are you doing this, brother?” she asked him.

“I must,” he said. “It is my duty. You have shamed the family by having pre-marital sex.”

“But brother,” she said, “I am your sister. It’s not right. You, yourself, have bedded a woman. A married woman at that.”

“I am a male, I am permitted to have relations with a woman outside of marriage,” he said. “You, are not. You have brought this on yourself.”

He continued to row the small rowboat to the center of the lake. Once there, he directed her to take off her life vest and turn around so he could bind her wrists.

“Don’t do this, brother,” she pleaded. “Let me go and I’ll disappear and never return.”

“I cannot….”

But before he said another word, she grabbed an oar and struck him hard on the head. She removed the life vest from his limp body and threw him overboard. “I am finally free!” she shouted, and picked up the oars and rowed to the far shore of the lake.

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Written for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Photo credit: Yarnspinnerr.

FFfAW — So Much For Global Warming

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“It freaking snowed last night,” Jonathan said as he looked out of the kitchen window.

“Get out!” Jeanine, exclaimed. “It never snows around here.” She came over to the window. “Will you look at that? That’s got to be a couple of inches, right?”

“See, Jeanine,” Jonathan said, “the President is right. This whole global warming thing. It’s just a big hoax. How can the the planet be getting hotter if it got cold enough to snow in LA last night?”

Jeanine looked at her husband. “I think you’re confusing weather and climate. Climate change is not just about warming temperatures. It alters weather patterns, which can result in extreme weather events. Heat waves and large storms will become more frequent and more intense. There will be more precipitation, storms, floods, and droughts due to climate change.”

“Woman,” Jonathan said. “You’ve been drinking too much of that liberal Kool Aid lately.”

“Well, Jonathan, maybe you should ask Trump why it snowed here last night. He undoubtably knows more than the climatologists.”

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Written for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Photo credit: Yinglan.