Twittering Tales — Closure

189F0A67-6D68-41BF-AE37-D913BDB954A7.jpegThey were last here decades ago when they took their son and daughter for a family vacation. They were all so happy back then.

But then the school bus accident tragically took their twins from them.

Now it was finally time for them to visit again. It was time to get closure.

(275 characters)

Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt. Image credit: a mashup Kat made of two photos she found on Pixabay — by pasja1000 (senior couple) and by StockSnap (children).

Friday Fictioneers — Summer Dreams

C6845495-45F4-4A32-8F1B-8CD278C4DD56Erin had dreamed of being a marine biologist when she grew up. Each year, when her family went on vacation to the ocean, Erin would collect coral, sea shells, and driftwood. She’d bring them home with her and lay them out on her special table. She would hand print labels describing each piece, including the date and location where she collected them.

Erin knew that she wouldn’t achieve her dream. The cancer eventually consumed her when she was seventeen, but her special table was a reminder to family and friends of her light and the life that might have been.

(100 words)

Written for Friday Fictioneers from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Sandra Crook.

FFfAW — The Morning Mist

img_2396Early that fall morning, the family piled into the minivan to embark on a brief vacation. As they drove out into the countryside, Jeremy was looking out of the car’s window and was fascinated by the low hanging mist. He asked his father about it.

“This is common when the weather shifts from warm summer sunrises to crisp, cooler autumn mornings,” John said. “It’s often called evaporation fog.”

“What makes it happen?” his daughter asked.

“Well, Jessica,” John began, “the air over the land cools down at night. But once the sun starts to rise, a thin layer of air is warmed. The morning dew evaporates into this thin, warm, moist layer of air and mixes with the cooler air from the land and condensation occurs, which forms a layer of fog. It looks like steam rising above the land.”

Turning to his mother, who handles the kids’ homeschooling, Jeremy asked, “Is that right, Momma?”

“Kids,” Joanna said, “This is my vacation, too. We’ll study all about morning mists when we get back home.”

(175 words)

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

Never-Never Land

firefly-light-2When Jason was a lad, his family would take a week-long vacation every summer where they would camp deep in the woods, away from civilization. Jason loved these camping trips and roughing it in a tent and sleeping bags. But it was the thousands of fireflies that he loved most about these trips. He believed that they were twinkling little fairies lighting up the night sky. He never saw them back in the city where they lived.

His father called them “lightning bugs,” but he preferred his mother’s name for them, “fireflies.” Each year he’d bring a large mason jar to catch the magical insects. His father would poke small holes in the metal top so that the bugs could get some air.

At night, once darkness fell, Jason would be outside and would carefully catch as many fireflies as he could and gently place them into the mason jar. When it was time to got to sleep, he would put the jar next to his head and pretend that the fireflies were little Tinkerbells and he would have a fantasy that he was Peter Pan seeking Never-Never Land with all the Tinkerbells until he fell fast asleep.

Written for the Three Things Challenge from Teresa over at The Haunted Wordsmith. The three words today are family, fireflies, and fantasy.

And speaking about fireflies….

#100WW — The Vacation


“This is not what I had in mind,” Mary said.

“I don’t understand, honey,” Harry responded. “You said you wanted to get away from it all and spend a week by the sea. Just look outside the hotel window. The sea is just a few blocks away.”

This isn’t getting away from it all,” Mary said. “Where’s that isolated beach bungalow where no one else is around and all we can hear are the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore and the crackling of the fire?”

Oh, that’s what getting away from it all means to you.”

(100 words)

Written for today’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl.