Frost

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

This week’s photo prompt is provided by loniangraphics.


Frost

Candy continued poking at the frost on the leaves. Once it all was gone, she curled her numb finger into her palm, forming a fist to try and warm it up again. Her legs were burning, her feet numb. Her new boots weren’t keeping some of the wind out. She had been standing there since before the sun came up, waiting for her friend. It was her fault she was so cold. She wanted to be early to surprise him.

Meet me by the tree, his letter had said. He would have a big surprise for her. Candy couldn’t imagine what that would mean. Surely, he would never marry her. Susie was far more suited to be his wife. His letter had promised that he would come to say hello. He was back from the war. It was over.

His mother came to the house later that day, her eyes red and puffy. Candy had waited as long as she could. In the end the frost made it impossible. His mother sat down and gathered Candy’s hands in hers. He wasn’t coming home.


(183 words)

 So late to the party, but I made it!

30 Day writing challenge: The last stretch

The idea is to write 150-200 words a day for each prompt and to post it on this blog. At the end of the month, I’ll post the list of prompts if anyone is interested.

Prompt 27: I am way too sober for this. Prompt 28: The bone crunched. Prompt 29: You knew? Prompt 30: I killed it. 


I am way too sober for this, like uncle Jerry always says. It was me against the spider. A very unwelcome guest in my bedroom. I had thrown a few books at him, but he dodged and dipped past every hard cover that flew towards him. It turned, it’s brow furrowing. He picked up his legs like a ninja before lunging. I slapped it to the side, hearing the bone crunch in my hand. But I was too manly to feel it. He scurried on the bed. Without a second thought, I dived on him to show him who was boss.

I threw my guest toward the door, ready to kick him out, when mom came in.

“What are you doing?” She asked. “You’re supposed to get ready for bed, Bobby.”

I pointed toward the spider. “It attacked me.”

The room changed back as mom picked up the stuffed toy. No more play time. It’s one leg was slightly torn with white stuffing coming out of the wound. “I’ll take the unwelcome guest back to the dog then,” she said.

“I killed it,” I said, getting into bed. She kissed my head and put off the light.

“Good night, sweetie.”


(200 words)

I was four days behind, and I feel so bad about it! But I hope this last story makes up for it. I will post the list of prompts soon.

30 Day writing challenge: Day 26

The idea is to write 150-200 words a day for each prompt and to post it on this blog. At the end of the month, I’ll post the list of prompts if anyone is interested.

Prompt 26: Her chair.


Nancy had been staring at that spot for most of the day. Nothing would take out the wine stain. She had tried everything in her cupboard, and any tip she could find on Pinterest. She even got down on her knees to rub in some white wine. She cried a little as she did. It didn’t work. It made it bigger. She couldn’t have the carpet replaced. Tom almost had a fit from the bill the first time.

She turned around to look for something she could put over the stain. This was too much. She would have to rearrange the entire room to make it work!

“Why don’t you put the chair over it?” Nicky, the sidekick, asked.

“The chair? Next to the fireplace?”

“It’s not as if you ever light it.”

Nancy wanted to be upset by Nicky’s comment, but she had a point. Together, they pulled her favourite chair over toward the stain. With the bold black and white stripes of the chair she could barely see the stain.

“That’s much better,” Nicky said.

“But I still know that it’s there.”

Nicky left the room.


(188 words)

30 Day writing challenge: Day 25

The idea is to write 150-200 words a day for each prompt and to post it on this blog. At the end of the month, I’ll post the list of prompts if anyone is interested.

Prompt 25: White carpet.


Neil was never good at parties, but it was his brother’s thirtieth birthday, and his wife had insisted that he be there. He stood by the window, listening to Nancy’s speech.

“And remember, she said. “don’t you dare mess anything on the white carpet.” She paused. “I will kill you.”

Everyone laughed and dispersed. Neil knew she wasn’t kidding. As everyone came in earlier, she made them take off their shoes. He noticed a small woman standing near the fireplace, completely frozen. Her wide eyes caught his. She motioned for him to come closer.

“Cold?” he asked.

Wordlessly, she moved her leg to reveal a large burgundy stain on the carpet. “In a way,” she said.

Neil stood next to her to help hide the stain. He knew Nancy would transform into her inner dragon at the sight of it.

“What should I do?” she asked.

“Don’t move,” Neil said. “Don’t draw attention to yourself.” He tried to think of an escape plan. They smiled at Nancy as she came past. With her back to them, Neil grabbed the woman’s hand and quickly ran for the door.

They ran faster as they heard Nancy’s shrill scream.


(196 words)

30 Day writing challenge: Day 24

The idea is to write 150-200 words a day for each prompt and to post it on this blog. At the end of the month, I’ll post the list of prompts if anyone is interested.

Prompt 24: Moonlight.


Bathed in moonlight, Ursula sat by the river with her new ring. She had been studying it all night. It had been several days since she had found it and she still couldn’t figure out its purpose. It was still secret. She was keeping it safe. Ursula was careful to only take it out to study when she was alone.

She wanted to know it’s secret. Why was it in that clearing, calling out to her? Why had no one else noticed it’s glistening?

It was starting to interfere with her work. She was there to make new discoveries and make a name for herself. She wasn’t there to be distracted by a piece of jewellery.

Ursula held it over the water, threatening to drop it into the river and let the current carry it away.

“What are you doing?” Jen’s voice came from behind. Ursula pulled back her hand, keeping the ring secret again. “You should be sleeping. We have a long hike ahead of us tomorrow.”

“I know,” she said.

Jen watched her and crossed her arms. “What’s really going on?”

Ursula sighed and held out her hand, revealing the ring. Jen’s eyes widened. She marched toward her grabbing the ring and throwing it into the water.


(209 words)

30 Day writing challenge: Day 23

The idea is to write 150-200 words a day for each prompt and to post it on this blog. At the end of the month, I’ll post the list of prompts if anyone is interested.

Prompt 23: Chocolate muffin.


In my first year of NaNoWriMo as the newbie, I found myself online one night looking through the forums. I was still unsure about what I was doing. I was at around eight-thousand words, a day or two ahead of the daily word goal.

I don’t remember every detail (it was a few years ago) but I remember a forum for challenging other writers to an online write-off. Something like that. I happened to be challenged by the fearless leader, as she was called. I accepted. The first one to reach ten thousand and comment their achievement in the forums would win. The loser would have to buy the winner a chocolate muffin. Game on.

After furiously writing for a while and reaching the goal, I updated my wordcount and commented. A minute or so later, she updated. I had won. Glorious victory. She promised to bring my chocolate trophy to the next write-in.

And she did. When she arrived, she handed me a white box. Inside- the chocolate muffin I had earned. Some seemed a bit impressed, I felt a bit more included and part of the group.

And then my brother ate the muffin.


(196 words)

This is a true story. It was one of my NaNo highlights of 2014. As the newbie in any group, I always feel like I have a lot to prove to the others. And I think winning that muffin helped a lot. And my brother really did eat it before I had a chance.

30 Day writing challenge: Day 22

The idea is to write 150-200 words a day for each prompt and to post it on this blog. At the end of the month, I’ll post the list of prompts if anyone is interested.

Prompt 22: All that glitters.


Ursula lifted her head toward flickering light that begged for her attention. She put down her journal. In the distance, between the trees, there was a small golden light that was moving. Ursula looked at the group. Most of them were asleep, and a the few that were still awake were busy jotting down what they had found that day. She picked up her camera and moved toward the light.

She told herself that it probably was just sunlight reflecting off of water. They had found so many water sources in the jungle. Ursula stopped where she thought the flickering was coming from. There wasn’t water around the area. Only a small clearing, where sunlight shone down on a patch of grass. It was a bit too manicured to be a coincidental circle. She took a few photos before turning to leave. She turned back again to have another look. She noticed a small golden object sticking out from the ground. It was a ring.

Ursula held it up and watched as sunlight made it glitter. It was so beautiful. She would keep her new find a secret from the others. Just for a little while.


(196 words)