SPF 07-29-18 – Treasure Hunt

“Stop! I’ve got to sit down for a minute.”

“Oh, come on, Will! We’ve got to keep on going. We don’t want anybody else to find the treasure.”

Will cast a sardonic look up at his buddy as he took a swig of water. “I’m beginning to believe this treasure hunt of yours is a bunch of hooey. We’ve been out here for hours and found nothing.”

“But Kara swears if we can find the rock that looks like the skull of a giant ape we’ll find a treasure in jewels and gold.”

“If she’s is so sure it’s out here, then why doesn’t she look for it?”

“Seriously?! She’s a tiny woman, she wouldn’t be able to carry it out once she found it. That’s why I agreed we would split it with her.”

Will took another swig of water, stood up and said, “Screw it! I’m done with this treasure hunt.”

Whining all the way, his buddy climbed down from the rock they had just climbed and they began the long trek back to their Jeep.

As the sun began to set, the light glinted off something shiny at the base of the rock they had just left.

Sunday Photo Fiction 07-29-2018

Photo Credit: Joy Pixley


Word count: 200

Thank you, Joy Pixley, for this week’s photo prompt.

FFfAW #152 – The Last World

We shouldn’t have gone through that last door, James thought. But we had to make a choice. The beasts were getting closer every minute.

How long had it been since he and Amy went through that door in an abandoned warehouse and found an endless corridor of doors.? However, when they turned around to go back, the original door had disappeared. They began opening random doors hoping to find their way back. But when some terrifying beasts came through one of the doors before they could shut it, they ran until they couldn’t run anymore.

Now they were stranded on a frozen world with the beasts trying to break in. Suddenly, all went quiet.

“Hey, I think they’re gone. Let’s make a break for it. Amy? Amy?”

“NOOOO!”

As he howled at the heavens in pain and fury, James noticed an ever-brightening  light melting a hole in the ice.  Too late, he thought, as he reached towards the light with the last of his strength

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Word Count = 167


This story was inspired a bit by the book Dark Matter by Blake Crouch.

Thank you Goroyboy for the photo prompt.

If you would like to join in the fun of writing for this week’s flash fiction challenge, visit Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers #152


 

 

The Missing Piece

“Mère, I’m tired,” the little boy whined as he deliberately dragged his feet and kicked up dust around them. “When will we get there?”

Belle looked down at her son with loving hazel eyes, ruffled his soft red curly hair. “Ah, mon petite, why are you always in such a hurry? However, we are here.”

“But there are only some old steps and a signpost here.”

“Yes, that’s what it looks like, but you must climb the steps to find what we came here for.”

“There’s nothing at the top,” the boy argued.

Belle smiled indulgently and urged her son forward. “You’ll be surprised when you reach the top.”

Reluctantly, the boy stepped forward and began climbing the steps. Belle took one last look to make sure nobody was near and also began the climb. When they reached the top step a castle appeared before their eyes and the door swung open.

Belle put her hands on her son’s shoulders and said, “Prince Adam, may I introduce you to your son, Alexander.”

(172 words)

[NOTE: The premise for this story comes from the story of Beauty and the Beast. My story line is that Belle became pregnant soon after Prince Adam became himself again. Fearing that his son might suffer the same fate he did, Belle and Prince Adam agreed upon his son’s birth that Belle would leave the castle and raise him as a commoner until his 12th birthday. The castle was then hidden from the world by a magic spell until the day that Belle and his son returned. } 

Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to J. S. Brand for the photo prompt.

Love and Death

 

“It’s really so sad,” Ginger said as she wiped her eyes with a tissue. “He had worked so hard on this project. And it took him so long to get approval from the City to do it!” she wailed. “Now it will serve as a memorial to him.”

“Does anyone know what really happened? He didn’t deliberately jump?” Benny asked.

“NO! He would never do that! He was really excited to see his dream coming to life.”

“Well, sometimes people hide their depression. Maybe this was his last hoorah. I mean, the project was nearing completion so he knew it would happen.”

Ginger hit Benny on the upper arm. “Don’t even think that!”

“Hey, guys,” Ellie said as she approached. “Can you believe Lonnie is gone – snap! – just like that?”

“Do you know what happened?” Ginger asked.

“They said a hawk came swooping down at him and threw him off-balance. They found a nest underneath the ledge.”

[Word count: 157]

Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.  Thank you Grant-Sud for the photo prompt.

Gotcha!

The man was of average height, of slight build, brown hair, there was absolutely nothing remarkable about him that would make anyone pay any special attention to him. Nonetheless, he looked around nervously before entering the White Horse Pub. This was his first job as a hit man and he wanted to be extra careful.

His instructions were to enter the pub, have a Guinness and wait. Someone wearing a blue suit with a gold lapel pin would meet him. While he waited, he surveyed the walls, which were white boards that people from everyone had signed or left notes. Silly twits, he thought.

Two hours and three Guinnesses later, he decided he had been had and gave up.  If he had any idea who had called him he would pay them a visit. However, he would just have to place his ad again and see if someone else would initiate him into the world of hit men.

As he stepped onto the street, he felt steel bracelets clasp his wrists. With surprise, he looked at the policemen. Realization dawned as one of the cops grinned and said “Gotcha!”

Written for Sunday Photo Fiction.  Special thanks to A Mixed Bag for the photo prompt.

Whisper of Love

I wrote the following story for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner, a weekly writing challenge designed for both the flash fiction newbie and the more experienced writer. Interestingly, I recently came across the same picture and had saved it for future use as a story prompt. Thank you, Roger Shipp, for the push. It’s a good way for me to get back in the game here.

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Wynn paused before opening the door to the old cabin. He wasn’t sure he could do this. He had agreed to start renting the cabin to vacationers and that meant cleaning it up and getting it ready. But now he wondered if he had made the right choice.

Guin had been the love of his life. As he stood at the door memories flooded his mind of warm summer nights, winter weekends by a cozy fire, her bubbly laughter, and the silky feel of her skin under his hands when they made love.

But cancer had taken Guin’s life four months ago. At her request, she had spent her last days here. Could he let go and trust others in their special place?

Wynn suddenly smelled lilacs, but there were no lilacs anywhere near.

He jumped when he felt a caress on his cheek. Then he heard Guin’s voice.

Go ahead, my hero. I am always with you. Let others find special moments like ours.

Feeling lighter, Wynn grabbed his tools and cleaning supplies and opened the door.

 

Fall Memories

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Thank you, Phylor, for providing this week’s photo prompt!

“Wow! The place hasn’t changed much in all these years.”

“I can’t believe our children are attending the same church camp where we met. Come on, let’s take a walk while the kids get settled in.”

The couple stepped out of the car, joined hands and started strolling across the grounds. “Do you think you can remember which cabin you were in?” she asked as she shivered from a cool breeze.

“Of course, I can. It was Aspen Cottage. How about you?”

“What!? You don’t remember meeting behind Redwood Cottage?” she laughed.

“You bet I do.” He growled as he turned her towards him and leaned in for a kiss.

“EWWWW! Mom! Dad! Do you have to do the mushy stuff here?!?” Two young voices chorused behind them.

The couple grinned at each other and turned to greet the results of their love that began so many years ago under autumn leaves.


(161 words) Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers