Posts Tagged ‘city’

FFF Prompt alley

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

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/11/13/15-november-2013/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, feel the rhythm.

Here’s my contribution:

Alluring Pumps

The girls spilled through the alley exit seeming to be whisked along by the club music which flowed along this canyon of buildings. The steel door snicked behind them severing the cacophony. The girls looked at each other and, after a moment of hesitation, erupted with laughter. They scurried away among the shadows and yellow lights and with the lingering bass still dulling their ears; they did not notice their heel clicks being paced by others.

A pipe hissed, a can tipped, their adrenaline primed hearts pounded.

The girls took flight, and discovered, six-inch heels were not designed for escape.

jKb

FFF Prompt the-boat-and-miss-liberty

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

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/09/11/13-september-2013/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, while you still can.

Here’s my contribution:

End Days

It’s happening again.” A dull ache grew deep in Cassandra’s skull. Flowers of bright pain blossomed before her eyes turning her vision into a blurred negative, then degraded further until all around her was a smoldering black and white view with blinking ghostly echoes.

What do you see?”

Everything is dead.” Cassandra swiveled her view and saw only burnt death and destruction. “I don’t understand. He said there was a diplomatic solution. He said…”

So, he’s gone and ordered the strike?”

I believe so. Another world war has just begun. This…this is our future.”

jKb

FLASHFICTIONFRIDAY PROMPT WATERTOWER

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

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/07/03/5-july-2013/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, see the devil in the church.

Much thanks to Mr. Bradbury, I feel like a thief.

Here’s my contribution:

Carnival Of Screams

It was from this vantage, high up where the belly of the water tower only yesterday marked the town of Bristleburg, five teens had climbed to watch the sun dissolve behind the Blue Ridge. The cork pop of the dandelion wine seemed to bring forth a queer gurgling of engines and mechanical music. These children bore witness as the Nightshade Carnival of Screams arrived.

The top hat man who’d called himself James was festooned in ink and knots of scarred tissue. Despite the appearance, his velvety voice soothed and beckoned, aroused and titillated the town-folk.

He’d charmed them all.

Almost.

jKb

FLASH PROMPT window-dressing-janet-webb

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

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/05/29/31-may-2013-2/

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

Here’s my contribution:

Heat Wave

A canyon breeze ruffled the many pleats and folds. This frock, the fifth identical so far, was purchased from the super store on the city bypass. Playfully displayed from the escape, an advertisement really, titillating others with hue and cut and flow.

Inside lounged a young lovely upon linoleum flooring, windpipe crushed, her only fault having unwittingly purchased this flirty number while Tanis observed.

And to think, there were seven more lovelies still admiring this dress in their bedroom mirrors.

This was going to be a busy but oh-so-fun week. Finally, something to take her mind off this blasted heat.

jKb



FlashFictionFriday Lillies-City Prompt

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

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/03/13/15-march-2013/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, I have a message for you.

Here’s my contribution:

Well Wishes

“I was never good at confrontation, my love.” His voice was firm and unwavering. “My heart races, my palms sweat. Thoughts leave my head… So I came here to your new lover’s home. It is so comfortable. I brought your favorite, stole them from your dead mother’s front walk, the very same you watched bloom each spring, yes? Do you like them? I never cared much for flowers. They wilt. They die. Like love some would say.  Like your new love, destined to wither to dust. Fair well, love. Ah, yes. One other gift awaits you in the en suite.”

jKb