Tribute

“Why did you do it?” the bystander asked. The soldier answered, “We did it for John. Serving our country with pride, we left a part of ourselves in Afghanistan.”  The young man raised his prosthetic leg.  “For some of us, that’s literal.  We struggled to fit back into normal life.  John understood because he’d been there…

Set Free

Sophie absentmindedly rubbed her scarred ankle.  It felt as if the heavy metal cuff still clung there, from the length of chain that had held her captive. Feeling antsy, she asked again, “When do we leave?” “Be patient, Sophie,” Abigail urged. Two days later Tatty announced, “It’s time!” Stepping from the house that served as…

Passage

Within the ship, the smell was overwhelming.  Animals once occupied its hull.  Crammed together, people were now its cargo.  Riding the waves, my stomach emptied frequently. Will I ever arrive? Saying goodbye to family was heart-wrenching. Will I see them again? My brother told me to jump overboard as soon as I saw land.  The…

“If” She Ran

Since I read about Frank Angle’s IF Challenge, I have been waiting in excited anticipation to join.  The objective is to write a post with the theme “If” in a short story, a poem, or another creative expression.  For more details on this challenge, see the bottom of this post. I chose to write a…

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…

Forgiveness

I sleep in a cardboard box.  Walking the frigid 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.  He welcomes me…

Lace Maker

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

Promise

“Friday Fictioneers” is a weekly challenge by Rochelle Wisoff Fields.  The challenge is to write a story, using only 100 words, in response to a photo prompt.  This week’s photo was provided by Bjorn Rudberg.  Other stories can be found here. ~~ She entered the main hall, still feeling uncomfortable in open spaces.  Living on the streets, she…

Thursday Doors: Mongolia

From 2006-2012, I looked forward to summertime with anticipation and excitement.  It was a privilege and a delight to lead or join teams of volunteers from Hong Kong in traveling to one of my favorite places on the planet, Outer Mongolia.  Most years, the teams included my daughter and son, Sarah & Nathan, which made…

Be Brave

via Daily Prompt: Brave Lately, I have been at a loss on what to write my next post about.  Then appeared the “WordPress Daily Prompt” challenge. The prompt was “brave” and my mind immediately began to whirr (I love when that happens).  I usually feel intimidated by these prompts; however, today I decided to join…

The Widow’s Pot

I’m not sure why she comes to mind.  It was more than eight years ago. We’ll call her Hepzibah. Covering her head with her scarf, Hepzibah bowed to pray.  She knelt upon a mat covering the dirt floor of a small and rickety church building.  The church stood in the middle of a slum area…