SIX SENTENCE STORIES      December 3, 2015

Cue word…..Lie


“Rob, I thought you were my friend, ” Max said.

Friends do not lie for a friend that has stolen merchandise,” Rob replied.

“Well, I’m not going to admit stealing the diamonds and you have no proof that I did.”

“Your wrong, Max, I have a camera in these special sunglasses that you borrowed from me and you took a video of yourself stealing, simply by your eye movement.”

Max decided to admit to the police that he had stolen the diamonds, so he could get a lesser sentence.

Rob gave Max the sunglasses then told him that the glasses were not special because they are not capable of taking a video and he left the room with Max screaming, “you’re a liar, Rob!”

Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved



Accidental Visit

It was after midnight when I rushed out of my apartment.  With my suitcase in tow, I hurried to the elevator, pushed the down button and paced back and forth with anticipation of the door opening.  What seemed like five minutes was only thirty seconds before the door slid open.

I rode down to the parking garage, stepped out of the elevator and raced to my car.  Time was of the essence and I couldn’t spare a single minute.

It was a very frigid night and the snow was just beginning to fall.  Everything was so quiet and I could almost hear the snowflakes hitting my car.  I was too upset to take great pleasure out of seeing such spectacular snowflakes drifting down through the dark.

The message I heard on my answering machine was short and to the point…”Roxanne, come immediately, extreme emergency.”  I called home, but could not reach my mother.


When I drove on the mountain road I was almost hysterical with fright.  It was snowing so much the windshield wipers did not clear the snow off the windshield very good.  I was squinting my eyes, had a death grip on the steering wheel, one foot on the accelerator, and the other foot hovering over the brake pedal.  I kept thinking I was going to get to the bottom of the mountain in lighting speed, but it would not be by way of the mountain road. I pictured my car, with me in it, doing somersaults as it fell to the bottom of the mountain.

I rounded a curve and that’s when a truck met me head-on!  I screamed as it slid toward my car.  I felt the car crash into the truck, the airbag hit me with such force it took my breath away and I passed out.

I remember waking up in the hospital room with tubes connected to me and my legs in casts. When I looked to the right of me I saw another patient in the other bed.

The patient called my name and I learned that it was my mother speaking to me!  She had a large bandage around her head, and one of her legs in a cast.

My mother had fallen down the steps, injured her head and broken one of her legs.

We had not seen each other for over a month.  Our being together in the hospital was not the kind of visit we had planned, but we found great joy in it despite our circumstances.

Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved


“The Ride”


It was a perfect day to spend some time exploring their new hometown.  The Martin’s had moved into their new home, but had been unable to do anything except move furniture around, unpack dozens of boxes and make trips to the local home improvement store for various items. 

Unfortunately, the day turned out to be anything but perfect!  John , Arlene and their son, Tommy, left home shortly after breakfast and drove to the amusement park.  They wanted to let Tommy enjoy some of the children’s rides since he had been spending most of his time entertaining himself while they unpacked boxes.

Tommy was jumping up and down, smiling from ear to ear, while running from one ride to another. He seemed to have more energy than the Energized Bunny!  They decided to let him ride the rolling cars before leaving since there was a threat of rain and the wind had begun to get a little stronger.

Just as the ride started in motion, it had begun to rain and there was very loud thunder and a sudden flash of lighting. People were running in all directions to get cover from the rain.  The operator of the car ride slowed it down, but it was still moving. There was a sudden sound of metal crushing. The cars had jumped the track and a few children had been thrown out.

John and Arlene were frantically looking for Tommy and they found him half hanging out of the car.  He was bleeding and unconscious.

The medics had arrived very quickly and carefully put Tommy on a stretcher while John and Arlene helplessly stood by watching. Arlene rode in the ambulance with Tommy to the hospital while John followed in his car.

John and Arlene were pacing the floor in the emergency room while waiting for the doctor to come tell them about Tommy’s condition.

Forty-five minutes passed before the doctor came out and told them Tommy had suffered a severe head injury.  Tommy would recover, but he would need to stay in the hospital for several days.  The accident was extremely traumatic for him.

A week passed before John and Arlene were able to take Tommy home with them.  He had recovered fairly well, but was not talking like he was  before the accident. He hardly spoke at all and he didn’t seem to want to communicate with them very much.

The doctor had suggested John and Arlene contact an agency that had comfort dogs. The dogs had been trained to help people overcome their traumatic experiences by keeping the patient calm and bonding with them.

The first few times when Tommy’s comfort dog came to visit him, he did not respond, however, eventually he began to look forward to the visits. He was relaxed and really enjoyed each visit. He also began to talk more and became more active.

Tommy made a full recovery from his injuries and the traumatic experience,  and John and Arlene were so grateful to have Tommy talking non-stop once again. It was like music to their ears.

Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved.


Friday Fictioneers is a flash fiction challenge which asks us to write a story in no more than 100 words from the photo prompt kindly provided by the host, Rochelle Wisoff Fields. To join in with the challenge, or find out more about it, just follow the link to Rochelle’s blog.

Here is this week’s prompt . . .

Thank you Roger Bultot for the photo prompt.

“In Charge”

The wind was in charge that day!

Rodney tried to get the fire under control, but he was no match against the force of the wind. Everything had burnt to a crisp. He was sure Ellie would be furious with him.

Indeed, Ellie was furious!  She had planned the back-porch cook-out for weeks.

Everyone stood by while the firemen battled the blaze as they watched their dinner being destroyed.

Words (71) 



It was very late at night and I was just beginning to close the vegetable store.  I had turned off all the lights when I heard a lot of conversation going on.  It startled me!  At first I thought it was my imagination, but the conversation I heard got louder and everyone seemed to want to talk at the same time.

It sounded like some type of plot to gang up on someone.  I was careful not to disturb them because I needed to find out as much information as I could.

This is what I heard….Alright, since I am in charge of this group, I want to make sure everyone is here.  Everyone will incorporate together.  Do all family members agree?  Yes! Yes!  O. K., Tom your family will come in first, Paul, yours will be next, then the Garret family, Coen, Owen, Sel, and the Base family.  Then, we will have some of Saul’s family and a few of Grounds’s family.  Giant, you will be in charge of making sure everyone blends together real well.  If everyone works together you will be out of here by tomorrow afternoon.  As for me, I will stay and work with the next group of families.

I was quite intrigued with what I heard.  I needed to find out who was doing all of this, and what were they actually going to do.

Tall, was the spokesperson.  I thought that was a strange name for someone.  He told everyone to give their full name before entering his pot.

Now, things really got “heated up” as I heard all the family member names!  There was Tom Tomato, Paul Potato, Garret Carrot, Coen Corn, Owen Onion, Sel Celery, Base Basil, Saul Salt, Ground Pepper and then Giant Spoon.

Wow!  I knew right then that it was the Soup People, and surprisingly enough, I woke up from my dream feeling very hungry!


Vegetable Soup Video:

Copyright © 2015  Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

“Greatest Scare Of My Life”

After loading three trucks with merchandise I finally clocked out of work at three A.M. When I got home I just collapsed on the couch. I felt like my whole body had been tortured. My eyes were puffy as marshmallows and my head was throbbing so bad it seemed like there was a forty-two piece band playing in it. My legs were hurting so bad, I could not even begin to describe the pain. Amazingly enough, my back wasn’t giving me any trouble.

Just as I was drifting off to sleep I heard someone knocking on the front door. As I struggled to get up, my foot got caught on the rug and I fell to the floor. I used the coffee table to steady myself as I managed to get to my feet.

As I opened the front door, I was confronted by two police officers. One was shinning a flashlight in my face and asking me if my name was Robert. I said, “yes”, although my real name is Rob, but a lot of people seem to want to call me Robert.

The other police officer stepped forward while saying, “ok, we got him”. I was immediately handcuffed and told that I was under arrest. I asked, what for, and he said, “for murder”.

I told them I had not murdered anyone! They read me my rights and ushered me to the squad car. Without answering any of my questions they drove me to the police station. I was finger printed and my picture was taken with the number RB42 in front of me.

I was taken to a holding cell, locked up, and told that someone would be back for me. As I looked around I saw two other men in the cell with me. One man had tattoos all over his neck and arms. He was missing three front teeth and he had the odor of a skunk. The other man must have weighted three hundred pounds! He had a long beard and did not smell any better than the other man.

Both men were approaching me and I began to backup. All of a sudden, they lurched at me and I was thrown on top of one of the cots in there. I felt something really hard hit my head, and that is when I jerked awake and realized I had been having a horrible nightmare! I had grabbed the lamp that was sitting on the end table, causing it to crash onto my head and that woke me up.

Copyright © Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

Dear To My Heart

 garden maze

PHOTO PROMPT  copyright Melanie Greenwood

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – Addicted to Purple

Friday Fictioneers, February 2015

    My husband and I were out walking one afternoon and came across this beautiful labyrinth. He persuaded me to walk through it with him to get to the quaint little gazebo at the end of it.

     Just as we got to the gazebo I saw a cute little table with a place setting for two, candles, wine glasses and some red roses. At that moment he turned to me and said, “happy 25th anniversary darling.”

Copyright © Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved


The Rescue

I watched as the tightly cellophane wrapped head floated on the water along the ditch. My first thought as the wind blew cold rain on me was complete despair.

My responsibility had been to go to the grocery store and buy a few things with what little money that was given to me. My family struggled just to make ends meet each month, as did so many other families in our neighborhood. Every penny was to be used wisely.

Returning from the grocery store I had fallen down and dropped the bag of groceries I was carrying. I tried to stand, but could not get my footing and slipped further down the bank of the ditch. I was covered with mud, wet leaves and twigs. I managed to grab hold of a small tree. My fingers were bearing down on the rough tree bark as I used the full force of my strength to pull myself up.

In the short time while I struggled to stand, I was thinking about what a great loss it would be to lose that lettuce!

With a renewed sense of urgency, I quickly picked up my opened umbrella, ran along the bank of the ditch and swiftly scooped up the head of lettuce with it. I walked back to where I had dropped the grocery bag and carefully placed the lettuce in the bag.

I continued my journey home with a big smile on my face as I happily skipped along the path singing that well known song called “Singing In The Rain.”

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