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Jeopardy

Today is Day Ten of the A-to-Z Blogging Challenge. Click on the letter picture to the right for more information about this blog hop. Like last year, I’m writing 100-word flash fiction stories/poems/scenes for this year’s challenge. Today’s is:

Jeopardy

“What’ll you have Mark?”

“I’ll have ‘Cold Desserts’ for 200 please, Alex.”

“Banana, Strawberry, or Chocolate.”

“What are milkshakes?” said Mark.

“Sorry, the answer is ice cream.”

Mark’s face fell.

“Your turn, Jennifer,” said Alex.

“I’ll have ‘Hot and Steamy’ for 4 please, Alex.”

“That’s the Daily Double!” Alex beamed.

Alex heaped a double portion of casserole onto Jennifer’s plate.

He thought the school lunch counter would be a nice change after he retired. However, the students kept insisting on playing this stupid game.

But not for much longer. Alex had a surprise in store for everyone under ‘Potent Potables’…

Come back on Monday for K…

Iceman

Today is Day Nine of the A-to-Z Blogging Challenge. Click on the letter picture to the right for more information about this blog hop. Like last year, I’m writing 100-word flash fiction stories/poems/scenes for this year’s challenge. Today’s is:

Iceman

Ted dropped another cube in Lucy’s glass.

“It’s for the best,” his voice smooth, comforting, enticing.

He had to do it. Lucy needed to face the fact that Desmond didn’t really love her. That their whole relationship was based on empty platitudes. It was a blessing for her that Ted saw through it all, and could let her down before things really got out of hand.

Lucy was silent, eyes to the ground. Ted put his hand on her knee. He was there for her. Always.

Outside his door, the nurse watched as Ted stroked Lucy’s wooden face, and smiled.

Tune in tomorrow for J…

Heretic

Today is Day Eight of the A-to-Z Blogging Challenge. Click on the letter picture to the right for more information about this blog hop. Like last year, I’m writing 100-word flash fiction stories/poems/scenes for this year’s challenge. Today’s is:

Heretic

Ridged foreheads shadowing menacing, yellow eyes. Hands gripped in tight fists. Brad tried to back away, but he was surrounded on all sides.

“No, please!”

He reeled with the first blow that caught his side. A sharp-toed boot stabbed his thigh. He stumbled, then collapsed under a barrage of unfettered kicking, pounding his legs, his chest, his arms. He tried to pull himself up, to get away, but was beaten down by bloodied knuckles and shoes.

When they eventually left, Brad could barely move. He spat red saliva and vowed never again to declare himself for Picard at another convention.

Come back tomorrow for I…

 

Gold

Today is Day Seven of the A-to-Z Blogging Challenge. Click on the letter picture to the right for more information about this blog hop. Like last year, I’m writing 100-word flash fiction stories/poems/scenes for this year’s challenge. Today’s is:

Gold

Billy Travers didn’t mind that he was a few decades after the great rush. Even though the crowds had long gone, he was still hopeful there was something left for him.

But as he sat beside the lake with a pan full of rocks and sediment, his hope waned. And the blistering sun didn’t help. His hat shaded his eyes, but it did nothing for a poor New Yorker’s red arms and sweat-drenched back.

Billy stood and stretched, looking out over the town below.

“Well,” he said to himself. “If there’s gold left in Hollywood, I ain’t seen it yet.”

Come back tomorrow for H…

Faith

Today is Day Six of the A-to-Z Blogging Challenge. Click on the letter picture to the right for more information about this blog hop. Like last year, I’m writing 100-word flash fiction stories/poems/scenes for this year’s challenge. Today’s is:

Faith

“I can’t.”

“Can’t what, Simeon?”

Simeon looked bleak, even weary.

“Believe. In God.”

“But, you’ve seen things human eyes never see. Heard things human ears never hear!”

Think I’ve seen. Think I’ve heard.”

“We heard them too!”

“You think. But, it just doesn’t make sense. Things like that don’t happen in the real world.”

“Maybe not according to your worldview. Doesn’t mean they aren’t real.”

“They aren’t rational!” Simeon flared.

“And where did reason come from?”

Simeon sighed and glanced at the stone tablets on the floor.

“Besides,”–he looked up at Moses–“if your God is real, I’m accountable.”

Come back tomorrow for G…

Easter Egg

Today is Day Five of the A-to-Z Blogging Challenge. Click on the letter picture to the right for more information about this blog hop. Like last year, I’m writing 100-word flash fiction stories/poems/scenes for this year’s challenge. Today’s is:

Easter Egg

Ellie snatched the remote control.

“It’s on the Scene Selection menu, I’m sure,” said Liz.

Ellie ignored her and continued flipping from screen to screen. Bonus Features. Audio Options. Language Options. At each screen she pressed the arrow buttons to highlight whatever was there. She accidentally switched it to French. Then to German.

“Give it here,” said Liz, taking control back and finding “English.”

“I don’t know why we’re bothering. These Easter Eggs are normally useless.”

“Here!” Liz found the glowing egg shape and pressed “OK.”

Their mouths fell open when a Cadbury’s Creme Egg dropped from the Blu-Ray player.

Come back tomorrow for F…

Dead Guy

Today is Day Four of the A-to-Z Blogging Challenge. Click on the letter picture to the right for more information about this blog hop. Like last year, I’m writing 100-word flash fiction stories/poems/scenes for this year’s challenge. Today’s is:

DEAD GUY

“What’s this?” Travis sneered at the label-less bottle.

“It’s new,” said John, wiping the bar. “Called ‘Dead Guy.’”

“Alright,” Travis slurred. “But on my tab, right?”

As soon as the cool liquid hit his lips he was transported. The smell of wheat fields and perfume. A beautiful girl, and the bliss of the first time. He smiled as his heart swelled.

Then came visions of secret lovers. Betrayal.

Images of people he didn’t know but yearned for, lifeless eyes staring.

Pink slips.

Dead ends.

Travis saw the gun on the bar.

John heard the shot, but didn’t turn.

Tab paid.

This story was inspired by this Facebook post by Janet Reid.

Come back on Monday for E…

Crab

Today is Day Three of the A-to-Z Blogging Challenge. Click on the letter picture to the right for more information about this blog hop. Like last year, I’m writing 100-word flash fiction stories/poems/scenes for this year’s challenge. Today’s is:

CRAB

“Hold her steady, Phyllis!”

Raymond backed up with the camera while his wife held the giant crab by its front legs. Even in its sagging, semi-conscious state it obscured most of Phyllis’s body, but Raymond managed to get them both in the picture.

“I’ll just start the saw,” he said, making his way to the shed.

The noise of spinning metal sliced the peaceful atmosphere. The crab’s eye-stalks stiffened. Phyllis felt the creature pull.

A piercing scream sent Raymond running from the shed. The crab was gone, and Phyllis lay on the beach, her dismembered limbs in a nearby barrel.

This story was inspired by the picture on Christina Seine’s blog article from March 19th.

Come back tomorrow for D…

Balance

Today is Day Two of the A-to-Z Blogging Challenge. Click on the letter picture to the right for more information about this blog hop. Like last year, I’m writing 100-word flash fiction stories/poems/scenes for this year’s challenge. Today’s is:

BALANCE

Jo took deep breaths, trying to still her pounding heart, and focused on the other side, just as she was taught. One foot in front of the other. Feel the beam underneath. Hold your arms steady. And keep your eyes looking straight ahead.

After four solid steps she allowed herself to smile, and faltered. She pulled herself over, only just managing to stay upright.

Eighteen… nineteen… twenty. The last step was onto solid ground.

Jo looked back across the chasm to her place of captivity, and the long thin branch she had crossed to escape; then ran for her life.

Come back tomorrow for C…

Air

Today is Day One of the A-to-Z Blogging Challenge. Click on the letter picture to the right for more information about this blog hop. Like last year, I’m writing 100-word flash fiction stories/poems/scenes for this year’s challenge. Today’s is:

AIR

I can’t say when the music started. It kind of drifted into my head, like a translucent whisper that gradually gains solid form, with words that hum distinct, definable tones. But as to the tune, I couldn’t say. It wasn’t one I’d heard before. Yet it sung to me, a melody of peace and quiet. Stillness and calm. It made me smile, deep in my soul. I might have got up, but I didn’t want to. The music rested my muscles, relaxed my mind. I just wanted to lie there and listen to it.

Besides, I’d stopped breathing hours ago.

Come back tomorrow for B…