Period Of Adjustment

“Donna, I know it is a big city, but I’ll adjust.  I have a terrific view from my apartment and I feel safe here. I haven’t felt safe in a long time,” Page said sadly.

“My mental scars are far worse than the physical ones. I’m very happy now.”

“At least you know Trent is in jail, ” Donna reminded her.

“Hello Mr. Jordan, how are you today?” Page cheerfully asked.

“I’m excited about going on vacation!” he said smiling.

“Well, I hope you have a wonderful time.”

Page locked her door and proceeded to the garage parking lot and as she entered the garage someone grabbed her and forced her into a dark corner.

She tried to fight back, but was unable to do anything but scream. The person was beating her with a club and she fell to the pavement. Then, she saw the shoes.  Shoes that belonged to Trent!  She wondered how he managed to escape from jail.

She tried to crawl away, but he grabbed her hair and pulled her back in the corner .  She began to drift off into unconsciousness when she heard the gun being fired.

Page lay in a pool of blood, Trent’s blood.

Mr. Jordan had come to her rescue when he heard her screaming. He shot Trent in the head just as he was about to hit Page with the club again.

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“Marty, why are you banging on my door so hard?”  Alicia questioned.

“It’s my dad, he’s in big trouble because he was trimming our tree and a limb fell on him and now he is bleeding and can’t talk to me!”

Alicia called 911 as she ran toward the backyard.

Marty’s dad, Dillon, was still unconscious when the ambulance arrived and they hurriedly worked on him for several minutes trying to stop the bleeding.

Dillon had fallen on a stick and part of it was in his neck, so they stablelized him and rushed him to the hospital.

Dillon spent two weeks in the hospital and his voice box was permanently affected, however, he was still able to talk at a whisper.

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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 10-25 through 10-31-2016

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yinglan Z. Thank you Yinglan for our photo prompt!


“Hannah, where is Colin?  I promised him he could help me wash the truck after I disconnect the trailer from it,” Maurice said.

“He’s still moping around and has no interest in doing anything but search the internet for any word of Winston.”

“I feel so bad about leaving without him, but I had to get back to work, and Winston may not have survived the storm,” Maurice replied sadly.

“I know, and we delayed coming back home for a whole week.  It’s been three weeks and still no one has called about finding him.”

“Hannah, can you see who’s at the door?  I’m going to talk to Colin.”

“Maurice, Colin, come in the living-room please.”

“We will be there in a minute,” Maurice replied.

“No! Come now!”

Maurice and Colin walked in the living-room and Winston attacked Colin with licks to his face as Winston jumped against him.

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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 10-18 through 10-24-2016

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode. Thank you Louise!

Mistaken Identity

“Joe, where are you?”  Austin asked.

“I’m still walking Rex in the park, but I don’t see anyone that fits the man’s description and Rex hasn’t picked up the scent that was left on the victim’s clothing.”

“Well, what about….”

“Hold on Austin!  I’ll get back with you.  I believe we may have found something!”

“Miss Preston, we have found the person that robbed you.”  Joe replied.

“I don’t understand.  I was robbed by a man and that person is a woman!”   Miss Preston exclaimed.

“Yes, that’s true, but when you were robbed, she was dressed as a man!”

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Photo is courtesy of Pixabay.


Jamie Is Missing

“Bryce, where is Jamie?” Joanne questioned.

“I don’t know, he was here a minute ago and I looked everywhere for him.”

“Bryce, he is only four years old and you were suppose to take care of him while I got my prescription filled,” she said frantically.

“Mom, you know how quick he can disappear and I asked everyone in here if they had seen him, but no one has!”

“Excuse me, Mrs. Fisher, Jamie was covered with cereal boxes, but he is not hurt.”

“He said he was just trying to fix the row of boxes that were crooked when they fell on him.”

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Replenished Bird Feeder

“Tiffany, I see you filled the bird feeder again.”  Alex remarked.

“No, I thought you filled it.  I haven’t filled it since we moved in this house.”

“Really!  Neither have I, but noticed it getting low on seeds and then it ‘s full.”

“That doesn’t make sense, Alex.  You and I are the only ones living here!”

“Alex, I spoke with our neighbor and she said the bird feeder always gets filled, but she doesn’t know who does it.”

“The woman that use to own this house put the bird feeder in the yard. She loved to watch the little birds everyday and said she would always make sure they had plenty to eat.”

“Tiffany, the real estate agent said the woman passed away two years ago and this house was vacant until we bought it last month!

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(late posting)

photo by Ben Rosett

three line tales week 37: swing with chairs in the background

Unforseen Circumstances

Maria stood by the window with a heavy heart looking at the empty seats.

It was not a happy day with family and friends celebrating the bride and groom.

Death had left a heartache that could not be repaired.

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“Jake, I’m sorry you missed our birthday party, but everyone understood that you had to work because of your boss’s medical emergency and after all, we have celebrated our birthday together since our birth!” Drake said.

“That’s alright, because the guys at work pitched in and helped me set up the store for the Fall season  oak-386454__180 and now I won’t have to work tomorrow.”

“Why are we going in the cemetery, Drake?”

“I promised Darin I would look at the date on his grandmother’s grave stone since we are driving right by and he needs it for the ancestry project he is working on.”

“Oh rats, I didn’t know she is in this creepy mausoleum,  cemetery-1059330__180but I do have a flashlight I can use, even though it is a small one.”

Drake opened the mausoleum door, Jake went in, their friends stood there holding a cake birthday-1208233__180 and wearing mummy costumes,  mummy-309452__180then everyone started dancing around Jake as some creepy music played and they screamed Happy Birthday, Jake! background-1056641__180

Photos used are by the courtesy of Pixabay.

I wish everyone a great Halloween day!  pumpkin-187601__180

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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 10-11 through 10-17-2016

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Maria with the blog, Doodles and Scribbles. Thank you Maria!


“Sam, I thought you and your dad went to the store yesterday.”

“We did, mom.”

“So, where is all the food?  The pantry is almost empty!

“I took it, mom.”

“You did?  What did you do with it, Sam?”

“I put it in my wagon and carried it over to Stanley’s house.”

“Mom, they do not have any food and I wanted to help them.  His mom lost her job and his dad is in the hospital.”

“Sam, I am so proud of you!”

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