FFfAW — Deer Season

AC71C1A3-88CB-4A69-9B69-7EFCC39F54F8The sound of the rifle blast disturbed the otherwise peaceful morning. The gulls took flight, the squirrels and gophers scurried. The dogs started barking, the crows started cawing.

One deer, the large male, fell to the ground with a thud, while the three others scattered into the shelter of the woods. The shooter approached his prey and congratulated himself on the accuracy of his shot. This deer was a four-pointer and it’s head with antlers would make yet another fine trophy for his cabin’s wall.

He could never understand those who claimed that deer hunting isn’t a sport. Of course it is, he reasoned. It takes patience and skill. It’s not something just anybody can do. Just because the other team doesn’t know they’re playing the game doesn’t mean it’s not a sport.

Besides, it’s sanctioned by the state as a means to control overpopulation and to improve the herd.

So screw those who think it’s cruel. They’re just a bunch of libtard snowflakes.

(164 words)

Written for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer. Photo credit: wildverbs.

By the way, I am one of those libtard snowflakes.

FFfAW — You’re Glowing

img_1718Am I seeing what I think I am seeing? I rub my eyes and looked again, but you are still there. That aura. That glow. That luminosity.

What is it that makes you appear that way? Is it an optical illusion? Are my contact lenses dirty? Is it sun spots?

I am mesmerized by your incandescence, by your radiance, by your intensity. I must find out. I need to know how you achieve such effulgence.

I call out. You stop and turn towards me. Your Mona Lisa smile is nothing short of brilliant. I start walking in your direction. Slowly at first. Then more briskly.

I see your friend say something to you and you turn around, open your umbrella even though it’s not raining, and start to walk away.

“Wait!” I call out. Once again, you stop. You turn and smile. I run to you. I’m almost breathless when I reach you. “You’re absolutely glowing,” I say.

“You’re absolutely dreaming. Wake up,” you say.

And fade to black.

(168 words)

Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers from Priceless Joy. Photo credit: Michelle De Angelis.

FFfAW — The Last Stand

50DBCD92-6482-4F60-B575-D547D4FCED22The small band of rebels reached the mountain’s summit and proudly erected the American flag, knowing full well that this would be their last stand.

It had been three years since The Reformation, when the religious right turned the country into a theonomy. “The Righteous,” as they were known, with the blessing of Queen Ivanka, who assumed the throne after the assassination of her father in 2021, suspended free elections and disbanded the Congress, creating The Assembly of The Righteous. All federal judgeships, even Supreme Court justices, were filled by The Righteous.

After The Reformation, the country was remained The Republic of Gilead, in homage to Margaret Atwood’s 1985 novel, The Handmaid’s Tale. While the new society wasn’t as dystopian as that in Atwood’s novel, women’s rights were severely curtailed, abortions were deemed capital offenses punishable by execution,  homosexuality was a crime against God and nature, free speech was suspended, and atheists were the enemy of the state.

One of the rebels at the summit pointed towards the horizon. “The battle drones are coming,” he said.

(175 words)

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

FFfAW — The Artifact

4ADFF514-1C70-4559-B203-6F5907CF2CD4“It’s overflowing. You should stop,” Melinda said.

“I need to clean it up,” Harold responded. “This crystal bud vase has been buried for at least 300 years and I’m finally getting all of the caked-on crud off so that we can appreciate the remarkable workmanship of this priceless artifact, given its age and when it was crafted.”

“I understand that, Harold, but you’re dripping the cleansing solution all over the surface of the work table and you know how acidic that stuff can be,” Melinda said. “You need to be careful that you don’t get any on your skin.”

“I’m wearing safety gloves,” Harold said. “And I know what I’m doing. I’ve done this a million times.”

“Okay, Harold, but….”

Harold jumped back and started screaming. He fell to the floor, grabbed his crotch, and began writhing in agony as the acid burned through his pants to his private parts.

“I was going to say that it was about to drip off the edge of the table,” Melinda said.

(168 words)

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

FFfAW — Piece of Cake

img_1556“You boys sit on the side of the bench and be still,” their father instructed. “I’m standing here right behind you to take your picture.”

Brian turned around and asked, “Can I see?”

“I haven’t taken it yet,” Ben said. “I’ll show it to you after I take it.”

Danny then turned, stood up, and looked back. “I wanna see it, too,” he said.

“You both need to turn around, sit still, and look at the fountain in the pond,” Ben said. “Then I’ll take the picture and show it to both of you.”

“Okay, Daddy,” Danny said, sitting back down, until he got up and, with tears streaming down his cheeks, went running back to his father. “Brian punched my arm.”

“He farted and it was stinky,” Brian called back.

It took a while, but after about an hour of trying, Ben finally got the boys to settle down and to get his picture. When he got home and showed his wife, she said. “Oh that’s an adorable picture.”

“Piece of cake,” Ben said.

(175 words)

Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers from Priceless Joy. Photo credit: wildverbs.