The Rock

 

“It’s cool that you don’t say stupid shit like ‘How do you feel about that’ or whatever.” She grabbed a grey rock from its shelf and examined it.

“Well,” he swiveled in his chair, “glad to hear that. But I do need you to talk to me.”

She turned the rock over in her hand, “Okay. I’ll talk. You have this like professional office with expensive leather couches and shit then there’s this ugly, little rock. Seems out of place.”

“It’s special.”

“Why?”

“My father gave it to me. He died last year. You think it’s ugly?”

“Not anymore.”

 

 

May 13 Prompt: Connection (Write a story that shows a hard place and a connection)

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(This flash seeks a connection for this month’s 1000Speak theme. Read other posts on connecting here.)

Cutting Words

 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tara swiped peach gloss over her bottom lip again.

Allie thrust the crumpled paper at Tara.

“What is that?” Tara laughed.

“I know you wrote this. About Cindy.”

“Who?” Tara checked the mirror one last time, smoothed a hair into place, and started to walk away. Allie grabbed her wrist.

“What is your issue? Take your crazy out on someone else.”

“It’s your fault if she goes through with it,” Allie called after her.

“Whatever.”

Allie’s phone buzzed. A text from Cindy:
I’m alive. Plan 2 stay that way. C U 2nite.

 

 

April 8 Prompt: Write a renewal story that proclaims “This isn’t the end; I will go on.”

Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch

Invisible

 

“We’re late!” Jeremy snatched his coat from the closet. “Mum!”

“I know! Stop…stop yelling. We’ll be right there.”

“Mum, seriously! Coach will bench me!”

The clicking of cleats on tile echoed down the hallway. Jeremy’s face tightened with each step. He swung into the kitchen, “If I have to sit this game out I’ll…”

His mother sat on the floor stroking his little brother’s hair as he reached out again and again, touching the edge of the countertop. She didn’t look up. “We’ll be right there.”

“No, it’s good.” Jeremy crouched down. “We’ll go when you’re ready, okay buddy?”

 

 

February 11 Prompt: Compassion (Write a story that demonstrates compassion)
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