Abandoned

Waking early, I slip out the back door. Invisibility is my goal.  I never steal too much, only enough. Receiving a good price for my trinkets, I return to the abandoned house.  Mom’s smile turns to a frown as she struggles to sit.  From my backpack, I retrieve the medicine I bought with the money…

Freedom

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is hosted by Priceless Joy. The challenge is to write a story based on a photo prompt in 100-150 words (+ / – 25 words). This weeks prompt is courtesy of Fandango. ~~ The elderly looking man slowly hobbled toward the park bench. For hours, it seemed, he stood under…

Thursday Doors: Inside my Building

This post is Inspired by Thursday Doors, hosted by Norm Frampton. For more interesting doors from all around the globe, check it out. ~~ The building I live in has twenty-four floors with six flats per floor.  As I thought out-loud what my next Thursday door post should be, my husband suggested, “There are a…

Photo

Sitting beside grandfather, he holds the photo from so long ago. I listen as he revisits the past. “I stood in line waiting.  She was already on the ride.  Her face radiated pure joy.  She looked like an angel.  I had to meet her.” The beeping of the machines brings us back to the present….

Running Free

Running wild over the flat open terrain, I am free.  No one can catch me.  Other animals try, but I am faster.  The sun on my face has no time to scorch, I blaze faster than its rays.  Gliding through the day, I hunt for prey.  I am as stealthy as I am fast. That…

Surviving

Sam walks through the day weighed down, as if being pulled to the grave with her. She was the love of his life.  Four children later came the diagnosis. Sitting at the table, he reflects. His little boy comes up behind him, “Can I have a drink of water, daddy?” Sam answers in a whisper,…

Thursday Doors: Tsim Sha Tsui

This post is Inspired by Thursday Doors, hosted by Norm Frampton. For more interesting doors from all around the globe, check it out. ~~ It’s fun to be a tourist in your own city.  Hong Kong is a fascinating place, with a variety of interesting things to do and see.  This past weekend, my family…

Ode to Mom

Waking Christmas morning, I sneak out of bed and creep down the hall. Sidestepping the squeaky floorboards, I make my way to the living room. Sitting just outside, I gaze at the mound of colorful packages under the tree. I inhale deeply the smell of pine from the tree that’s decorated with stringed popcorn and…

Forgiveness

Twenty-one years old, I sleep in a cardboard box.  Walking the cold streets of London, I search for food.  The smell of freshly baked strudel causes me to pause.  The aroma takes me back to a small bakery, kilometers away. I am a child.  My father stands behind the counter with flour to his elbows. …

Lace Maker

Dressed in a stunning blue gown covered in lace, she dances.  Her partner holds her close in his arms.  They float across the marble floor to the uplifting music of the orchestra. A sudden pain explodes across the back of her neck. Looking up, the face of her owner is a strange color purple.  Bending…

Renewal

In a tunnel beneath the earth’s surface, I stare at the painting on the stone wall. How could this be? It’s the same as from my dreams. Rounding a corner, I spy another. What could this mean? I walk on from there, one painting to another. Others follow.  The mystery drives us upward. I grew…