FFF Prompt cropped-bugs

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/12/17/19-december-2014/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, have a listen, you just might learn something.

Here’s my contribution:

The Bully

He considered the implications, the causes, the effects. Brandon was very good at seeing the broader picture.

He’d been called things like darling and faggot many times. Always he would turn away, rising above and attempting to avoid physical harm. Just recently upon returning from the theater with Jonathan — God could Jonathan make a violin weep — two drunken fellows pummeled them wantonly. Jonathan’s lovely fingers were severely broken and would never function the same. The larger of the men had called out something before he’d stomped Brandon’s nose.

Brandon loosened a ligature then queried, “Empower me. Say those words again.”

jKb

FFF Prompt hollywood-crowd

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/11/12/14-november-2014/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, take a push, you’ll love it something fierce. Promise.

Here’s my contribution:

The Disciple

You only as good as the last fix. Can’t let ‘em tell you no different cause that shit’s a lie. Nah, on these streets it ain’t kill or be killed; when you down here, you already good as dead.

It’s right here that I met the Righteous-Man. I was strung out and beaten, lying in festering filth and asking the Almighty to gift me death. Righteous gave me a stick and I gained a purpose. Righteous fixed me somethin’ fierce, I tell ya. Gave me back sight and hunger, pulsing sensation, lustful wanting, and for him I’d do fucking anything.

jKb

FFF Prompt Bird Watching At Lake

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/10/22/24-october-2014/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, the fun is just about to start.

Here’s my contribution:

Precarious Situation

The first light of morning starts him blinking, inducing vertigo. There’s acid in his throat. He realizes he’s on a hard surface. The ringing in his ears sharpens to splashing, perhaps, he’s not certain. His eyes haven’t completely focused. He attempts to right himself as he concentrates on his location but discovers his wrist is cuffed to a bench. His suit is twisted, his collar torn, his tie missing. He reaches for his pocket searching for his mobile and finds dirty panties, small and bloody, a Polaroid of a girl wearing the same panties, a pistol. He recognizes not one.

jKb

FFF Prompt THE WORK BENCH still-life-with-doug

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/10/15/17-october-2014/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, it’s gonna be a blast.

Here’s my contribution:

Deep Seeded

Everything has its place, thought Mitch Winkle, precisely arranging the items on his work bench, careful to rotate and align and to not knock into anything. There was no room for clumsiness.

Wouldn’t want a mess, now. Shouldn’t spill. He heard his mother’s voice, chastising.

He was particularly careful of the Semtex filled glass bottle with the sensitive mercury switch.

Nothing is random. Just another random thought which seeped in? “No,” he answered himself. Then, “Yes,” the internal struggle.

Mitch retrieved his map, spread it upon the table, and blindly poked a finger down. “Huh, Bristleburg Farmer’s Market it is.”

jKb

FFF Prompt bottles-marie-gail-stratford

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/09/24/26-september-2014/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, let’s make you a star.

Here’s my contribution:

Digital Age

He’d met her at a tasting and they’d discussed Tuscan wine. When Brandon suggested they slip out unnoticed and head back to his place where he kept a wine-cellar she’d immediately gathered her coat.

Now in the cellar, Brandon swirled then tipped the glass pretending to admire the way the wine clung to the sides. He glanced at the concealed camera, the light was red. Cheryl sniffed hers then made some comment about flowers or some bullshit, he didn’t much care.

She tilted back and allowed the liquid to enter her mouth and Brandon knew it wouldn’t be much longer.

jKb

FFF Prompt Salt Flats  c2a9tales_from_the_motherland

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/09/17/19-september-2014/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, listen and realize, you’re not the only one.

Here’s my contribution:

Take The Wheel

Johnathan squeezed his eyes closed and stomped the accelerator to the floor.

Sometimes the path was full of love and hugs and everyone wanted your attention and sometimes the love was shards of glass and the hugs left you gasping for your last breath and sometimes you just wanted to be alone, to make the hurt stop, at all cost, God just make it stop.

His fingers balanced the wheel, then one by one they slid. Johnathan awaited Him to take the wheel.

The engine screamed as the cylinders reached red. The radio shrieked.

The windshield exploded.

Johnathan was released.

jKb

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Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/09/10/12-september-2014/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, sink your teeth into this.

Here’s my contribution:

What I Can Offer

“Nothing is forever, dear. Not even love.” The elder mistress comforted and soothed as she turned him toward the mirror. She kissed his neck and caressed his sex. “She’s left, but oh what I can offer.” He gazed upon the image and witnessed her back and shoulders were straighter, her hair somehow fuller, her eyes regained a glow long since dissipated. She pulled against him, urgently pressing the fullness of her breasts against his back. And as her image flickered and faded she sank deep and tasted her youthful ecstasy, hot and salty and filling her mouth, feeding her lust.

jKb

FFF Prompt campfire

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/09/03/5-september-2014/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, you’ll never believe how hard 100-words can hit.

Here’s my contribution:

The Ballad of Jacob and Emma

The trek in was perfectly wonderful enhanced by the crispness of the day, the damp soil carpeted by moldering pine needles, and the beckoningly soft footfalls. He pitched their tent beside a burbling creek, set up the camp including a ring of rock and a romantic fire. Jacob could think of no better setting to make his proposal and Emma was his princess. He uncorked wine. He tuned his acoustic and strummed a serenade designed to enchant. Then, upon bent knee he pitched. Emma gave response. Without hesitation Jacob stood, instrument firmly in hand, and cut his most perfect swing.

jKb

FFF Prompt grapevine2bgoo1

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/08/27/29-august-2014/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, let me ask you. How’s your bones?

This bit is a teaser for something I’ve been working on.

Here’s my contribution:

Seekanauk

His jaw ached and two ribs were certainly cracked. Bradley swung his feet onto the wide-planked pine and sat at the bed edge. All for a girl, he thought feeling his nose. The pain was worse in his sinuses but he couldn’t recall the impacts, just voices, a sucker-punch from the side, and then cold salt-flat mud. He’d been thrown from the dock and left for dead but the rising tide had roused him. And now, as he looked upon his battered reflection there was a tickle, and he saw, what was that, a crab leg wriggling into his nostril?

jKb

FFF Prompt  parked

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/08/20/22-august-2014/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, tell us your hopes and dreams.

Here’s my contribution:

Target Practice

Dale’s head rumbled like the five pin on the last frame when everything was on the line. And everything was on the line. Bank took the house and Cherri ran off with the kids and the dog while he was swapping oil filters at the shop. He knew she’d be gone, too. She’d become quiet and cold and hell if she hadn’t voted for this guy with his hope and change. Dale squinted off the shards of light coming through the windshield of his new living arrangement and eyed a bumper sticker. Just politics he thought and squeezed the trigger.

jKb