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FLASHFICTIONprompt Winding Stairs

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/2013/03/06/8-march-2013/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, hurry, you mustn’t delay.

Upon viewing this weeks prompt a thought struck me…What if Ray Bradbury had penned something like The Wonderland Chronicles. A tinny taste arose. I began.

Here’s my contribution:

Maddening

This seemed all too familiar, almost a dreamscape. I felt awake. Wasn’t I?

Standing upon the riser, unable to recall if I were rising or descending, I was struck by such an absurd impression: I had been captured or restrained within a conch shell.

Preposterous.

I reasoned this the throat of a tower and dared tread lower to effect my escape, and glancing behind, discovered I was directly where I’d begun.

Indeed, curious.

Pondering, unable to recall events prior, I elected to climb.

A white light throbbed as a digitized voice prompted, “Hurry ahead, Alison. You mustn’t be late.”

jKb



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



My mind’s been elsewhere. I wonder if when my mind travels, when I leave out on these magnificent adventures, is it just a whimsical fantasy, some lingering adolescent drivel? I believe no. Such is the language of the naysayers, and to them I ask: Is something not real because it escapes another’s sense of tangibility?

Evolve. Open your heart and open your mind.

If I journal the events and another reads and now two have shared the experience, and then a third and another, how can it be said that the dream is not real? You live how you wish, freely restricted, within your self-imposed walls of delusion. I will travel down the rabbit hole and there I shall meet others like me, again and again, for we are brothers and sisters and what we share is nothing less than magical.

Poof.

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://www.madison-woods.com/index-of-stories/100512-2/

For those who are new, MadisonWoods shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers will compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Now the pitch. Go ahead. Choose the red one.

My contribution:

For Love

He dreamed it would be done here. Eventually. In this safe harbor of peace and union; where their family nurtured their bodies as well as their souls; where struggles were confronted and solutions devised, together.

Here, a pact was forged; another bled.

She sought a love. Other than that which arose beside her each morning, labored daily to provide comfort, fed and bathed her when sick, which kept her true, only, contained within his walls.

In this room, upon this shared table she stretched before the other, revealed her passion, explored places all together new and unknown.

But, for what?

jKb