Dinner For One

Written for Friday Fictioneers. My story begins after the picture prompt.
dining-room

 

Gina called the dinner off tonight. It was to celebrate our commitment. It took us two years to get to even that point. We talked about our future. We even agreed on two children. Now how old fashion is that? She was in love with the law. I was in love with books and words.

She said she needed more time to consider this change in her life. Thinking about the whole situation I think I have to agree. Love plays funny games.

Looks like tonight will be a dinner for one.

Now I have to call Mom and Dad.

Stick to Books

Written for Mondays Finish The Story. This is a flash fiction challenge where we are provided with a new photo each week, and the first sentence of a story. Our challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided. 

Finish the story begins with:  “Racing down into the atmosphere, the unidentified object crashed, leaving behind one heck of a huge crater and a plume of smoke that could be seen from miles around.”

My story follows the photo;  for other stories click on the blue frog at the end of this post.

 

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Racing down into the atmosphere, the unidentified object crashed, leaving behind one heck of a huge crater and a plume of smoke that could be seen from miles around.

“Damn, and after all the research!”

“I told you it wouldn’t work Jeff.”

“I know people said it was noisy and an invasion of privacy, but still. I mean it’s not like I loaded a gun on the thing. It was just a package for God’s sake. I know, I know,  five pounds was to be the maximum but it still should have been able to deliver its payload. The software was ten years in development. Ten years Ralph. Ten frigging years of my life to get that bugger to fly and look at what happened. I think the software was hacked. I bet it was the North Koreans. They brought down Sony and now they want to take down my company.”

“Jeff, Jeff,  just let it go. Focus on your core business. Remember books Jeff?”

Enemy Destroyed — Finish The Story

Written  for Mondays Finish The Story. this is a flash fiction challenge where we are provided with a new photo each week, and the first sentence of a story. The challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided.

Finish the story begins with:   “Silently as the people watched, the black hawk helicopter lifted into the air.”

My story begins after the photo. For other interpretations of  the challenge just click on the blue frog at the end of this post.

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Silently as the people watched, the black hawk helicopter lifted into the air.

“Mission accomplished Sir,” the voice came over the headset in commander Henderson’s helmet.

Henderson had been chosen for this mission based on his extensive  background in these type of tight operations. Over  twenty years in the field had prepared him for this dangerous job. He was the right man in the  right  time and it definitely was the right place.

He had been pitted  against the largest army the enemy  had to offer. The invasion force alone totaled over 10,000. All  tactics up to  that point had been a huge disappointment. Recon images showed the enemy had been hiding in underground caverns in the desert. But they were on the move now.

His black hawk held 16 Hellfire missiles. After firing only four of them the enemy was totally destroyed.

Smiling with satisfaction he  turned to  his co-pilot  and remarked, “Toughest bunch  of fire ants I’ve ever encountered.”

 

 

 

Raphael

Written for Sunday Photo  Fiction.  My story follows the picture prompt. For  other entertaining interpretations just click on the blue froggie at  the bottom of  this post.

copyright Al Forbes

That’s when I thought I saw her.

The table was very cold. The thin blue sheet left only my toes and head uncovered. Seven human forms, three on each side and one above my head, seemed very concerned about something. The masks that covered their faces blew out and then returned as if they were saying  something.

Something warm flowed thru my arms. A video display to my right seemed to be jumping like an oscilloscope on steroids. Numbers were being displayed like the balls on a saturday night lottery drawing.

A hazy memory returned. I remember feeling a hard slap on my left shoulder. Then I was on my back and my bicycle was over me. My thought was “now this is really going  to hurt.”  The ride in the  red SUV passed neighborhoods I recognized.

I heard a voice at my feet say, “Is their any hope for him?”

A glance at the machines seemed to indicate the numbers had stabilized.

Another voice from somewhere commented, “Well someone must be looking after him.”

 

Twelve Step Call

Written in response to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Challenge. The challenge is to write a complete story, beginning, middle, and end in 100 words or less. My story follows the photo. For other interesting stories on the pictured prompt just click on the little blue froggie at the end. Have fun!!

 

PHOTO PROMPT - Copyright - Sandra Crook

The old-timer and the new kid, on a twelve step call,  arrived at the cave mid morning. Their intended convert lived there.  His “home” was located deep in a hollow in the mountains of West Virginia. The county disposal site was his front yard.

The man they had come to talk with was already drunk. The old-timer was having a difficult time convincing him to quit drinking. Turning to the new kid he said “You talk to him.”

The new kid, turning to their target, said “You realize it you don’t quit drinking you will lose all this.”

 

 

 

 

 

Catherine Wheel

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Photo Credit Danny James

You walk by me everyday.

You think I’m just a decaying old wheel.

Little do you know how much you would hate me on judgement day.

 

It has been said I was one of the first forms of execution.

Perhaps your death would be by broken bones or bludgeoning.

I sure was not offering you absolution.

 

In my prime I was known as the enforcer.

You may have raised your voice in proclaiming your innocence.

But in the end my passing friend, I was the one who provided your painful torture.

 

 

 

 

Sunday Photo Fiction — All The Rain Has Gone

This post is in response to the Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge.

Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo october-19th-2014

 

The rains had ended a few hours ago. George, looking out over the bay, saw nothing but blue skies.

He had listed all the obstacles that stood in his way. He had drawn up his will expressly excluded his two ex-wives, their  husbands, and his grandchildren from benefiting from his death. They never  found it convenient to visit him except once  a year at the  most. He knew they would contest his will. He had it witnessed by his company’s lawyers.

He had liquidated almost all his vast oil and lumber holdings. He had sold three lumber companies, and two small oil refineries. Those sales had netted him over $30,000,000 after paying off his  financial obligations. Some of  these he had sold at a lost and all against the advice of his Chief Financial Officer.

All proceeds and his large ranch would be left to his caregiver. Someone who had really cared for him the last 20 years of his life. Who had been supportive in his last few years while he was in intense pain from his terminal illness.

He would end the pain himself. He already had purchased the rope to hang from his favorite old oak tree.