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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 Friday postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2012/11/28/30-november-2012/

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

Here is my The Long Walk inspired contribution:

Run Rabbit Run

Rapid footfalls, burning lungs and bile-choked throat, the rabbit ran against odds. Any moment, he knew, the muscles of his legs would seize into twisted knots.

Then did.

The Bludgeons were relentless, steady, methodical. More machine than man with fluid filled pistons pumping, gears grinding, iris enhancements straining. Their metallic appendages crushed the lame varmint.

Cheers arose; the thrilled citizens brimming.

The course, the same route as the earlier celebrated holiday parade, was a five mile sprint for survival. Never a hare went unharmed.

Hungry throngs cheered from their secure roof tops vantages as another rabbit unexpectedly entered the field.

jKb



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

http://madison-woods.com/index-of-stories/grapevines/

For those who are new, MadisonWoods shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers will compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Welcome to the grande illusion!

Here’s my contribution:

What You Wish For

Nestled among grapevines upon this rise far from prying eyes he unrolls her blanket, pours her wine, arranges cheeses and spreads, fans out crackers, meticulous, each detail. He queries if she appreciates the privacy of his secret place, if she is happy and in love as he. Sipping, inhaling, savoring, seduced by sliding sun.

She lays, quiet.

Curious. “Isn’t this exactly what you sought with him?” He indulges in another tender morsel.

Fragrances of freshly turned earth. Nearby, a cool, shallow hollow.

She shivers. Silently welling, a tear spills.

He kisses her taped mouth. 

Receding sun welcomes coming romance.

jKb



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

http://madison-woods.com/

For those who are new, MadisonWoods shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers will compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Settle upon this wicked wind and stay a while, won’t you?

Here is my contribution:

harbinger

as does the Monarch from flower to flower flutter,

spreading gentle caresses,

lapping sweet nectar,

unfolding delicate petals,

drinking her coming pollen,

such lovely succulence,

such glorious intoxication,

so does the harbinger from flesh to ripening flesh venture,

tantalized by noxious perfumes,

indulging upon sweetest necrosis,

shearing pleasures,

tearing delights.

glutted in the undoing yet not sated,

she rises from death’s bed,

from such rapturous ecstasy,

to dry her quills.

she shrills her victor’s song,

sagely remaining vigilant,

such magnificent poise,

awaiting the devouring of another lover.

jKb



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

http://madison-woods.com/index-of-stories/outside-pecos/

For those who are new, MadisonWoods shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers will compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come. Follow me into the desert as thirsty as you are…

Here is my Sound Garden inspired contribution:

Lover’s Embrace

Come. Follow me.”

The sun’s still high, mate. Not going out there. I need another drink.”

But she’s hurt.”

A girl? You saw a girl?”

I left her in the sand.”

The unlikely pair exited swinging doors, raising hands, warding off the boiling sun. Just beyond the marker of town’s limit lay a blackened heap. Sand hissed beneath their running soles.

On one knee he rolled her, found bleached teeth, blistered skin, once beautiful eyes withering. “Worthless.”

No, you’re not. Now she can feed.”

Tendrils wisped forth, pulling, constricting. The final lover’s embrace.

jKb



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

http://madison-woods.com/flash-fiction/forbidden-100-words/

For those who are new, MadisonWoods shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers will compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come and play, won’t you?

Here is my contribution:

Hallowed Ground

Kindness glimmered in her cloudy eyes as she handed them severed milk jugs, stained purple, and sent the little Indians to hunt fat berries. They stalked through wooded glen with feathered hair and reaped their fruit. Returning, they found her bent, rolling crust upon floured board. Grandmother smiled as she washed and sugared the berries, mounded them, blanketed them. She sang songs with a tongue they did not know. At a pop-up table they ate cob corn and barbecued chicken, drank bug juice, devoured sloppy mountains of black-cap pie, told old stories, never once noticing the burden of your reservation.

jKb



Thank you again to MadisonWoods for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings as  http://madison-woods.com/flash-fiction/damsel-fly/

Please note, that’s a new website for MadisonWoods.

For those who are new, MadisonWoods shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers will compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Get on your horse and ride!

Here is my contribution:

Shearing Placid

Austin struck a match and drew breath. The hand-rolled cannabis tip glowed. “Nothin’ betta.” He chuffed then offered to Samuel who was soaking in the pleasantly burbling brook.

How’d ya find this place? Ain’t on the map.”

Nope. Came across the fence while jacking deer; had a sign said ‘Do Not Enter,’ so I killed it and climbed over.”

Taylor’s land, you think?”

Nah. Probably government. Fence goes miles.”

A shimmering dragonfly scissored along, settled upon a tumbled rock, gossamer wings shearing placid stillness, mesmerizing Samuel.

Look there.”

Another.

Then, several more.

Too many.

jKb



Finding Way

Paths selected in favor of the more passable.

I clutch these choices to my breast, they cannot be stripped.

Whether worse or better, I claim thee, mine alone.

I own nothing if not my choices,

Or, they own me.

I cherish, I honor, I love, in my way.

But, I am tempted, and I am weak.

I am human, still.

Confident and capable, just not so as they believe.

Once I wished, in earnest prayer to be.

No longer.

I have my choices, my decisions.

And here, this lane.

For me, not them.

And then something else.

My match met, we know.

My stride broken, pride taken, I think.

Or simply given away?

Mistakes made, we were not mistaken.

Nothing to regret.

Was true, all, fierce indeed, and unknown in this pass before,

and Is Love.

Suffered yet, I died, and, I lived.

Upon this mirror I witness a slower and different being.

Persisting here, but not alone.

Feeling here, I am unwhole.

But I am no longer worse.

I am finding way.

jKb

Thank you again to MadisonWoods for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings at http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/flash-fiction/vertigo/

 

For those who are new, MadisonWoods shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers will compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come and play. Do it. It’s fun.

 

Here’s my contribution, again, somewhat early. But, I’ve limited internet and must make hay when the sun shines.

 

The Gospel

Here comes another.”

Thought we’d seen the last.”

Coming to port.”

Feeble. Adrift in this destitute ether, and we an almighty battleship, reduced to scourging the flotsam. The indignation.”

In range of flame-jets in ten seconds.”

Don’t they understand the world? We’re of science, not superstition.”

In range, Sir. Awaiting orders.”

Open port torpedo portals. Make ready.”

Sir. she’s coming about.”

What’s this new game?”

She’s broadsiding. Her guns are hot. Orders, Sir.”

The Gospel?”

Expanding flash, ship ablaze, puckered flesh.

One parched whisper.

Good Heavens.”

jKb

Thank you again to MadisonWoods for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings as http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/flash-fiction/desolation/

For those who are new, MadisonWoods shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers will compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come and play, won’t you?

Here is my contribution, somewhat early, I know:

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Black Parade

Softly, she leads the procession of shallow depressions across a dusting of white ash on blackest shadowed earth; a torturous path of naked foot falls in her wake, something more akin to tranquil blue lapping at sunned sand.

But not on this barren land.

She guides departed souls, this child, and sings her most sorrowful melody. ‘As I walk through the valley…’ The wind condemns the rape and murder, the lust and greed, their sins committed.

No appeals, no salvation, only this black parade.

She ceases upon a jagged precipice, continuing her tearful mourning.

Descending from grace they begin eternity.

jKb

Thank you again to MadisonWoods for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings at http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/flash-fiction/moths-at-the-drive-through/

For those who are new, MadisonWoods shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers will compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come and play, won’t you?

Here is my contribution:

Dust

The facility far beneath the vacant cinder-block structure had been closed two years, a defunct burger front above. This reticent spicule of urban sprawl on the edge of Harrisonburg forever unsuspecting.  Experiments, cries for mercy, now ghostly whispers wafting up twelve stories of cement throat, echoing into deserted prep zones once deploying manipulated strains of polyunsaturated fat. Something new flitted from the depths; like burnt smolders of paper, seething, came the vectors. Such lovely moths. Beautiful metamorphosis married biochemistry. Paralytic liquid secreted as wings unfurled, dried to dust, dispersed during gyroscopic flight.

Nearby, recess bells marked the beginning.

jKb