In and Out of Sync. #FFfAW #FlashFiction

Photo credit @wildverbs

Jody would not take his young eyes off of the sky.  Birds were flying in perfect sync.

“Birds are very intelligent,” Jody said, squinting.  He was quite a prodigy himself.  “I don’t know how they learn to fly so perfectly in sync with each other.”

“Amazing, huh?”  I chuckled.

Just then, one of them squawked.  Severals others called back.  “They’re talking to each other,” Jody cried excitedly.

Speechless, I stared at the sky.

“He said there’s a fire.  The leader, he said….”

From the east there appeared a dark column of smoke.  Did Jody actually see that before me, or was he right about these darn birds?

“We have to go back, Jody.  The birds will be alright.”

“I know,” he replied with his head down, turning with me to head home.

~131 words

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Magical Afternoon. #FFfAW

Photo image credit, Michelle De Angelis.

 

Billy knew something was up.  Mom never spent that much time with him.  Time was great, but what was even better today in the gardens was her honesty.

She’d been distant and absent a lot lately.  He suspected something just as his dad did.  Good old, boring Dad.

“I’m moving in with the professor,” she confessed.  She’d met a lot of new people since pursing a Master’s.

“So, you and Dad are divorcing?”  Billy tried to act shocked.

“Yes.  Listen, it’s been falling apart for over a year.  I was just waiting for you to grow up a little.  Now you’ve got a job, and a car, and your friend’s family takes up a lot of your time.”

He almost told her they had adopted him, but he chose silence instead.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” I replied, taking in the sweet floral scents around us.  The colors of nature after the earlier rain took on a glowing, magical quality.  Yes, everything would be alright.

~164 words

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Creative Chaos. #FridayFictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Creative Chaos, by Pamela Schloesser Canepa (c) 2018

 

“A disorganized mind and space only fosters chaos,” she’d said.

“A disorganized mind is home to unfettered creatitivy,” Dad countered.

Now, long gone, they were merely voices in his head.

Rarely did he come out, but some days, I’d hear the most heavenly music.  Other days; a joyful chaos, yes, chaos would emerge to tickle my ears.  Ever heard of jazz fusion?

Henry would go in and play the horn while Thomas took turns at any of his many instruments.  He wrote music.  He played it, but he didn’t talk.

They called him misfit; I call him genius.

~ A 98 word Flash fiction story.

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Sisters of Different Sentiments. Friday Fictioneers.

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

“I think this is evidence.  Animals are mutating; we have a new species,” Marla claims, tapping the picture.

“Are you kidding?  That’s just a bird,” Heather replies.

“Then where’s the beak?  And the claws?”

“Where was this taken?”

“At Mr. Halsley’s store.  He fussed when I took a picture, and then the creature was scared away.”

“So, no one else saw it?”  Heather says slyly.

“No.  But here’s the picture, plain as day.”

“It’s also a bird that looks different behind a window screen.”

“You don’t see things like I do.”

“No one else does either,” Heather sighs.

~98 words~

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Counter Clockwise. #FFfAW

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Enisa.

Counter Clockwise, (c) Pamela Schloesser Canepa

I’d always been amazed by that watch he said he received from his grandfather.  It looked as good as new, and his grandfather had been long gone.

“They didn’t make that sort of gadgetry back in your Grandpa’s day,”  I teased.

He just shrugged, explaining very little.  His grandmother, whom I’d met, told cryptic stories about the grandpa.  He was from elsewhere and therefore unaccepted by her parents. She wasn’t surprised.  “They were narrow-minded,” she sniffed disdainfully.

Of course, Nadine was far from narrow-minded.  They’d never tell me where his grandfather was from.

Once, while on vacation in France, the watch started acting up, moving counter-clockwise really fast.

“You should take that for repair,” I suggested.

He shook his head no, and held his arm out the window.  Unclasping the watch, he let it drop to the street only to be pummeled to pieces by a passing delivery truck.

~149 words

 

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A Matter of Taste and Sensibility? #FFfAW #amwriting

Photo credit, @Goroyboy.

Four ghosts approached a charming, Southern mansion.

“I’m not comfortable with this assignment,” Marv said.

A younger ghost, Jeb, responded, “Really, Marv? My family farmed cotton and it was our livelihood.  I think it’s wonderful.”

“Oh, yeah?  Who actually picked it?”

Jeb shrugged.

“Won’t asking reassignment delay moving on from the “in-between?”  Kat asked.

“Kat, I’ve been ‘in-between’ for a hundred and fifty years.  You get used to it.  Time flies.  This is a matter of principle.  So this is all okay with you?”  Marv gestured to the wreath.

“Well, I’m not sure.  My ancestors were slaves in cotton fields.”

The others looked surprised.

She continued, “I also had ancestors who were farmers and plantation owners.  I’m a product of both sides.  Bygones should be bygones.  Maybe we’re here for that reason.”

“You’re so modern, Miss High and Mighty,” Marv said.  “Okay, What do you think Eskel?”

Eskel tapped his chin, deep in thought.  “I say we move on.  Cotton wreath?”  He chuckled.  “We’re bound to be assigned to someone with better decorative taste.”

copyright, 2018 by Pamela Schloesser Canepa

~174 words (without photo credit and title).

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Holiday. #FFfAW

Photo credit (c) Dorothy

Everyone was boarding the boat early, except for these two.  They weren’t discussing anything.  The young man looked at ease, the girl, a little bit nervous.

The young man watching them briefly felt a twinge of envy.  They had each other and were sure to be embarking on a journey that would never be forgotten.  He had no one.  His friend had found the love of his life and was going away on a one-month honeymoon across the ocean.  Yes, this feeling was envy, but also a slight insecurity that his best friend was being stolen away, wouldn’t have as much time for him, and would completely change in his evolution from individual to husband.
“You all aren’t changing your minds, are you?”  he called.

His friend turned and smiled.  “No, no way!  Bailey’s just never been on a long boat trip.  Tell her it’ll be okay.”

With that, the young man walked up and hugged them both, praying they’d get back safely.

*163 words

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