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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/092112-2/

For those who are new, MadisonWoods shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers will compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come out, come out, wherever you are.

Here is my contribution:

I Still Love You

It wasn’t a mistake. I loved her.”

This is your apology? You think these words you’re shitting will make me stay?”

I love you, too. I’m not asking for forgiveness. I want you to understand me. Then, maybe, you can accept me.”

Fuck you. And, fuck that whore.”

Yes. That is your position. Love, try to understand mine.”

I don’t give a flying fuck about your position.”

I’ll go then.”

Good riddance. Shit. Get down from there.”

Sorry.”

Come down. Stop!”

So sorry.”

DON’T!”

I still love you.

Postscript

Stripped out was the roof top gathering of friends, of peers and those who you couldn’t care less about, who fed upon another’s misfortune and pain, hangers-on who lacked original thought, who contributed nothing but parasitic gorging. A trio played Blue Moon. City lights and a smattering of celestial bodies graced the brisk evening. Champagne flowed and accompanied the feathered masks and formal dress. And their private discourse became ever so public.

The railing was low, cold. He climbed with specific intent, to grasp her in the last moment, jerk her into his reality, to carry her with him, homeward bound. Almost like the way he bore her across the threshold into wedded bliss some years before.

He missed, he flailed, he failed to counter the mystery of gravity.

Spectators gasped, some even marveled, and only one heard the scream. I still love you.

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/083112-3/

For those who are new, MadisonWoods shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers will compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come. Let us take a little stroll while we commiserate.

Today’s installment:

Unlearning To Fall

From the balcony, perching her frailness upon bony hands, Lenore peered past her clutch through lush canopy and recalled her fall. In memory, each eternal clock tick seemed like flying rather than her actual descent into this roiling hell.

She wept until tears turned to dust.

Come.

The gentle breeze wooed again, offering solace if Lenore would leave the metal bar to plunge once again.

Die.

She would rise again, and again; there was no reprieve. How she hungered, not for sustenance, but for sweet death.

She shuddered.

She leaped.

She flew.

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/082412-2/

For those who are new, MadisonWoods shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers will compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come. Would you like a piece of candy? How about a nice balloon?

Today’s installment:

To Decide

Nailed to the town center post was a stretched vellum bearing proper seal and ink. Rose came upon the misty square at first light while bringing eggs for the market. She paused at the notice, lips slowly shaping words, her palm mindfully caressing her protruding belly as she read a second time with narrower eyes. Her grasp weakened, mouth slackened. The woven basket slid then crashed to the ground. Another government decree, this time declaring only one child per marriage, effective immediately. The most chilling word printed in boldest red stated ‘Retroactive’.

Oopsy daisy, mommy. You had an askident.”

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://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/rainbows/

Here’s my contribution…I hope you enjoy.

Glass-Craft

The old people centuries before were shipwrecked upon this world, their cryptic glyphs and schematics lasered in stone. Icarus labored to decipher those foreign characters. He gathered rare desert sands, combined valuable gems, as instructed. He melted, fused, tempered the glass. A hull fabricated. An engine constructed, to be fueled by light itself.

The new people gathered under seasonal rains, they celebrated. Icarus boarded his glass-craft. Clouds parted, sun blazed, engines roared. His ship stretched skyward, took flight, bent light.

The crowd cheered as the ship rose.

Icarus bowed forth. Then, gone.

He visits frequently, just after rains cease.

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/moon-and-sky/

Here’s my contribution…I hope you enjoy.

I Pray You Sing (a letter from Rachel)

Dearest Mother,

I’m sorry. I haven’t always been easiest or prettiest and certainly I’ve let you down. Please understand, I’ve been angry. Children can be. So I ran.

Laying here, grasses crushed beneath, I wonder, can I still feel? Soothing sun. Coaxing breeze. Branches sway. Naked. As am I. Unblinking, imagining our world whole, yet, color fades, Mother, my heart rests.

Now, I traverse this awakening of permanent sleep, my understanding greater, my love for you ever deeper.

Left me here. Alone.

Cry for me not, Mother. I pray you sing, for I am coming Home.

Ever yours,

Rachel

jKb

And he gazed up to the heavens in search of his place, wondering what of his station, what of his family, what of his loves and his lover. His answer came in clouds, freely shifting, full yet shapeless.  He understood that there were no answers to be had, that his truth would be formed by his actions, as a vase is molded from clay. He understood that fire would strengthen him, harden him, and he feared he would also become brittle. He longed to remain simple, and look up at shifting clouds, and dream, beneath the dreaming tree, holding her hand.

jKb