(1/20) My #threadStorm by @justclickindiva.
#threads; new? microblogging; the future? I've written weekly flash fiction challenges from Hive #Freewritehouse. If you like microblogging, then check out: #zapficmonday: 240 characters or less!
(1/20) My #threadStorm by @justclickindiva.
#threads; new? microblogging; the future? I've written weekly flash fiction challenges from Hive #Freewritehouse. If you like microblogging, then check out: #zapficmonday: 240 characters or less!
Adjusting the volume the headlights appeared suddenly. A siren blaring was the last sound Dan recalled in the hospital. Andrea sat holding his hand in prayer. She scolded herself for thoughts at the rehearsal his delay was due to cold feet.
Jason listened in disbelief at Danny's vague plans of his wild prank. Reasoning someone may get hurt, Jason decided to inform the coach of his friend's joke. Upon hearing practice was cancelled, Danny knew he'd made coach's hackles rise.
Sometimes seeing is believing. Prior to the fatality my wife witnessed, she'd nag if I didn't go immediately after a green traffic light. On the day of the accident visibly shaken we pulled over and sat silent. Afterward we rode in harmony.
The community watch group listened intently as the leader distributed flyers. Dissatisfied with recent crime in their neighborhood Allen volunteered. Glancing at the flyer he was shocked he recognized one of the perpetrators. His heart hurt
Glenn sat in the church studying the collages. This last year in counseling helped him realize forgiveness was part of healing. As his ex-girlfriend and his best friend approached his row he smiled then nodded. That scrapbook was now closed
All activities once enjoyed ceased when the noise came. Arturo sat upon his hands ignoring the coldness of the porch. A hunger now replaced his tears, long dried. A smile escaped as the man advanced. He hoped his satchel bore a grammar book
It would be dark soon. Drew wrote quickly in his binder, then smiled at his mom.
"Finished!" His hope pierced deep.
"Great, but it's the last candle. We have to move."
"Not there!" he yelled.
He'd heard about the stigma of being homeless.
The couple's photo enjoying the sophomore dance exemplified the saying, "a picture is worth a thousand words". Their fondness was evident. His borrowed, yellow tie matched her flowered dress. I smiled at the part I played in nephew's life.
Darryl's decline started slowly, then increased over the past two years. His family pleaded with him not to consume alcohol and drugs but he continued. While on a tour he collapsed. Not only was his singing career in peril, so was his life.
8 pm. The doorbell upset Daryl as he watched his favorite episode. Instinctively he turned the volume down and eased toward the peekhole. Identifying the visitor he backed away, furious his friend wouldn't subscribe to the satellite sports.
I wish I had a dime for every time
shuffling feet hurriedly adorned tattered clothes at dawn
whips cracked bent-over backs ripping flesh
blood oozed from open wounds;
runaways' necks hung from limbs.
ANCESTORS YOU'RE GONE
But Not Forgotten.
Not immediately visible Jaclyn stood ten minutes for access to the ladies' room. Her meal cooled. Her headache intensified. Her patience waned. The hostess' attitude was minor compared to the facility's condition.
HER SURVEY: 2 out of 10
During Phil's nursing home visit, his sister Gwen called to confirm the 50th Anniversary party. Their dad only smiled. An hour later an hysterical Gwen called about their mom's fatal accident. Devastated he couldn't tell his dad. Not today.
Eric flipped through notes trying to remember. Contending with the laughter, squeaking and flushing proved too much. He couldn't leave. He'd already skipped last class. He cursed as his backpack fell to the floor. Mr. Adams called his name.
Naya pressed against the window. Suddenly a truck pull into the driveway next door. Her heart beat fast as she remembered greeting the last new neighbor. "Bruno No." echoed as she leaped off exposing her leg's large gash from the encounter.
Worried about his SAT score and tired from practice, Ned fell asleep. Startled by the alarm he bolted to his dad's room. Smoke obscured the usual cigar odor. Although saddened losing childhood history he felt culpable for his dad's actions.
Given only a 40% chance hair loss wouldn't occur I was hopeful the cold cap I suggested would work. I sat observing its application. What others will think worried my niece. I reassured her but I wish society could see her inner beauty.
Patrons filled the transit stop. As Patrice arrived all watched the storm approach. There was no signal they'd make room. There was no avoiding the downpour. Hurt she turned toward the curb swearing when suddenly a car passed drenching her.
Deidra guided the brush through her curls. On the vanity she glimpsed the sapphire brooch. Beneath it lay notice of her finance's demise. Proposal and gem received a week ago she struggled to understand why. A single drop diluted the words.
All activities once enjoyed ceased when the noise came. Arturo sat upon his hands ignoring the coldness of the porch. A hunger now replaced his tears long dried. A smile escaped as the man advanced. He hoped his satchel bore a grammar book.