The last minute change of mind

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auto-aftermathPHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

WORD COUNT:100

“Come back!”, he shouted, as she whisked away in her car.

Anne’s swollen eyes bled a few more tears.

He dialed her number.

Her fingers  trembled as she lifted her singing phone.

“Baby, please! Sorry!”, he begged. Her vision blurred further. “I just wanna get away from you, from everything”, she said.

He heard a loud explosion on the other end. “ANNE!”.

A speeding truck had let her world spiral out of control. “Death”, she thought as her car headed towards a tree.

Anne lay there, limp, holding her phone. “I still love you“, she whispered. And all went blank.

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Yuhu’s Corner:

This story is a part of the Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt Flash fiction challenge. Every Friday, a photo prompt is provided by the organizer Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The participants have to come up with a 100 word story. You can check out the other entries here.

Here are a couple of my favorite stories from last week. I’m sure you’ll love them. Check them out:

  1. A lovely story about unhealed memories by Liz young- GHOSTS OF WAR
  2. A gripping tale by Barbed Words- Another One Bites the Dust…Worst Honeymoon Ever

Dangerously Spiky!

I saw this amazing tree, covered with conical thorns, looking certainly uninviting. I believe this tree belongs to the genus Ceiba.

Me: “Oooh! Such a scary tree!

Tree: “Don’t judge me by my looks, lady. I’m kind, let me gift you a mirror.”

spiky_tree3Photograph © Yuhu Tama

 

Every branch, even the smallest one, is ornamented with such sharp spikes. The leaves look innocent though, as if they’ve got nothing to do with the scary branches.

Leaf : “At least, I’m pretty!”

Branch: Sharpening its spikes in the wind, “You said something, leaf?”

Leaf: Now scared, “I said, I’m pitied!”

spiky_tree2Photograph © Yuhu Tama

 

I guess it looked uninviting only for me. I saw a few ants coolly climbing this tree. I couldn’t help but wonder what they felt, as they treaded along this dangerous looking trail. May be its just a fun trek for these guys!

Ants: “Lets see who gets to the top, first. The one who reaches first, gets to sleep with the Queen! C’mon!”

spiky_tree1Photograph © Yuhu Tama

This reminds me of the widely opened mouth of a crocodile or an alligator, with sharp teeth. Yikes!

Dinosaur: “Hey! It kinda looks like my teeth too!”.

spiky_tree4Photograph © Yuhu Tama

Well, if this tree doesn’t spell Danger!, then what does?

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Yuhu’s Corner:

This is my entry for the Weekly Photo Challenge. This week’s theme is Danger!

Priorities

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WORD COUNT :100

A honeymoon suite’s mirror, reflected the love emanating from the couple. “Love you”, she whispered. Her husband looked deep into her eyes and kissed her passionately.

The couple celebrated their 10th anniversary in the very same suite. The mirror now showed a worried looking plump lady, sitting on the bed and her balding husband working at the desk, with his laptop. “Think Anne is OK?”, she asked. Without looking at her he replied, ‘Just a cold! She’ll be fine”.

With work and worry towering between them, the bed in that honeymoon suite failed its purpose for the very first time.

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Yuhu’s Corner:
This story is a part of the Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt Flash fiction challenge. Every Friday, a photo prompt is provided by the organizer Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The participants have to come up with a 100 word story. You can read the other entries here.

Check out a couple of my favorite stories for the last week’s FF prompt. I’m sure you’ll love these brilliant pieces.

Withered love

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frost-on-the-tombstone-lizPHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young

WORD COUNT: 100

“You should’ve seen Anne up there, today! ‘Grandpa’s little girl’, they said”, jabbered the old lady, as she took her seat in her backyard. “Remember you waved at me from the stage during your graduation?”. She giggled in reminiscence.

“You don’t like the snow”, she said looking at the sky, worried.

Back home, Anne noticed her grandma brushing away the falling snow from her grandpa’s tombstone. She ran to fetch her. “Grandma! You’ll catch a cold. Let’s go!”

Ushered into the home, grandma threw a final glance towards her withered love and thought, “I won’t be too long, my dear.”

-Yuhu!

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Yuhu’s Corner:
This story is a part of the Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt Flash fiction challenge. Every Friday, a photo prompt is provided by the organizer Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The participants have to come up with a 100 word story. You can check out the other entries here.

Last week, I read all the 76 amazing entries! Here are a couple of stories that I really loved.
Everything Happens for a Reason by Plaridel, who introduced me to the FF group. Thanks, Plaridel.
The Spendthrift by Michael Wynn. I, particularly, loved the conversation in his story.

New Year Resolutions

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PHOTO PROMPT © Magaly Guerrero

WORD COUNT: 99

Entries titled, “New year resolution” from a young woman’s diary.

January 1 2015:

Create a collection of your own miniature art. Make one every month.

By May 2015, an empty box labeled, ‘My Art’, found its permanent residence on the floor beside her brown stool.

January 1 2016:

You’re an art student for crying out loud! It doesn’t matter if you hate history. Read ‘Art through the ages’.

Gardner’s book soon joined the dusty box.

January 1 2017:

Learn ballroom dancing. Lose weight.

On April 22nd 2017, a few dozen spiderlings emerged from the labyrinth inside the dancing shoes. They viewed their neighborhood built by broken resolutions.

-Yuhu!

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Yuhu’s Corner:
This story is a part of the Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt Flash fiction challenge. Every Friday, a photo prompt is provided by the organizer Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The participants have to come up with a 100 word story. You can check out the other entries here.

 

The dinner

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

WORD COUNT: 100

Dad: “That must be mom. Dinner ready?”

Girl: “Yes”.

Mom walked in, holding an envelope.

Mom: “What’s this?”

Dad: “I… I… I can explain.”

Mom: “You’re busted.”

Girl: “Mom, Dad, can we discuss after dinner? Please?

Mom: “Dinner??? We’ll have to beg for it soon!”

Without a word, Dad stormed out.

Mom: “YES, RUN AWAY! The perfect solution!”

Girl:Mom?

Mom: “Honey… I’m not hungry. Sorry.”

Later, with dinner placed on her dressing table, the girl looked into the mirror and wondered why her life doesn’t change. As tears burned her eyes, she ate a very salty pizza that night.

-Yuhu!

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Yuhu’s Corner:
This story is a part of the Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt Flash fiction challenge. Every Friday, a photo prompt is provided by the organizer Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The participants have to come up with a 100 word story. You can check out the other entries here.


The rescue

That morning, I was woken up by a distant sound. I lazily got up and went to my balcony to take a look.  Although I could localize the sound, I couldn’t find its producer. After a while, I went on ahead with my day knowing that the mother cat would probably find her kitten calling out to her.

I was shocked to hear the call still echoing through my hostel walls, as I returned that evening. My neighbor, whom I shall refer to as InKLa, (Incredibly Knowledgeable Lass) also found the situation alarming. So we set out to find the kitty, determined to rescue it.

After a while of hunting, we discovered its location. The kitten hid in a small pit,  meowing its lungs out, calling its mother for help. We tried (actually InKLa did) to catch the kitty, but the little thing was too fast and ran into a pipe that opened into the pit, making it impossible for us to reach it. InKLa suggested that I bring a basket for the kitten, so I ran up to my room, in the second floor, to get it. By the time I found one, InKLa was back, grinning widely, holding the kitten safely in her arms. The kitten sat silently, clearly paralyzed with fear. The poor thing!

She released it in my room and said, “Lets call her ‘Saki'”. “Her???”, I asked. InKLa turned to leave and said, “She is certainly not going to let us check her ass out at this point, so let’s just assume that Saki is a she”. I laughed and agreed.

Saki is a Japanese word. While ‘Sa‘ means blossom, ‘ki‘ means hope. Our Saki certainly had a hope to survive.

Saki was absolutely scared that evening. She hid under one of the tables in my room and started her distress calls again. Without InKLa, I was totally at a loss to find a solution to calm her down. I took a cardboard box and placed my kitty doll inside it. I hoped that Saki would find my kitty doll to be good company. Lame huh? Please don’t judge me. I was desperate to find a solution. After all, the other hostel mates could complain about me for housing a stray kitten.

After a few Internet searches, I found some music, on Youtube, to calm and relax cats!!! I am certainly not joking. I started playing one such music and sat in the middle of my room, not moving around much. Magically, Saki started to calm down and dared to take a peek from under the table. Slowly, she started to explore my room and I still sat there, like a statue, trying my best not to alarm her. Incredibly, Saki loved my kitty doll. She kept visiting the doll often and rubbed against its soft fur. I felt sad. May be this poor kitten was missing her mother.

The next two days went in a blur. Saki would play all night, not letting me sleep. There is only one room with an attached balcony for each person in my hostel, so there was no escaping from this kitty. She would jump on me when I lay down and scare me. Although I enjoyed it in the beginning, I started going crazy without a proper sleep. InKLa offered to help out the next night and took Saki to her room. I must admit, I slept like a baby that night. I had never realized the importance of a good sleep before.

The way the hair stood on InKLa’s head, the next morning, revealed how well she had slept the previous night. During the mornings, Saki (the sleep destroying monster) slept peacefully, looking like an angel. I must admit that I was tempted to jump on her too. Ha Ha! Here is a photograph of Saki peacefully sleeping on my doll. I think she feels Secure near soft and furry things. Isn’t she cute?

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Saki sleeping peacefully. Photograph © Yuhu Tama

InKLa and I realized that it wasn’t healthy for a little kitten to be locked inside a room all the time. So we decided to give her up for adoption. It was a hard decision to make, but it was the best option for Saki and our sleep. The very next day, InKLa planned to take Saki to an adoption center. On our last morning together, Saki and I played with her favorite toys.

We placed Saki inside a basket along with a kitty doll. I bid farewell to my dear Saki and gave her a speech about how things would turn out just fine for her. I’m not really sure if Saki heard all that I told her, that morning. As InKLa took the basket away, I went back to work, teary eyed. I was certain to miss that little, sleep destroying, fur ball.

After a week, the agency called us to inform that Saki had found a happy home. They mentioned that the little girl who adopted Saki found her extremely cute. Well, who wouldn’t? InKLa and I were quite happy, that day, that our small, yet Timely effort to help a kitten, finally paid off.

–  Yuhu!

The present

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS PHOTO PROMPT

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PHOTO PROMPT © Jellico’s Stationhouse

Word Count: 100

“BEST PRESENT EVER!!!”, shrieked Anne.

I loved her pink, shiny bike. “Great!”, I said, trying to sound cheerful. “You’ll get one when you’re as old as Anne, kiddo”, said Dad. I felt sadder.

That night, I sneaked into the garage. Suddenly, there was a flash of light. “Knew it!”, whispered Dad, shocking me.

He walked towards me, pulling out something from his pocket. “Here, Blueberry lollipop. Your favorite”, he said. I took it from him, teary eyed.

The garage echoed with my cry, “Why can’t I have a bike?”, as Dad scooped me in his arms and carried me home.

-Yuhu!

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Yuhu’s Corner:
This story is a part of the Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt Flash fiction challenge. Every Friday, a photo prompt is provided by the organizer Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The participants have to come up with a 100 word story. You can check out the other entries here.

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A close call
The decision


Dense

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Photograph © Yuhu Tama

The tree-lined path turned dark as she took the turn.

She stopped and stared blankly at the thick canopy far above.

“How Dense!!!”, she whispered, letting her sore eyes shed a few more tears,

wondering why she ever believed that he would never abandon her.

-Yuhu!

Yuhu’s Corner:

It’s always painful when someone breaks our trust. It’s important to know when to give up and move on. But are people worth giving up or should we just keep trying to make things up? I guess we need to realize when we aren’t needed anymore. That’s the cue to move forward. Isn’t it? I’m really not sure.

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Alone inside

The decision

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PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

Word Count: 100 words

1:00am

A young boy sat on his bed. His heart thumped madly as he thought of  tomorrow. In one hand, he held a model of a ship and in the other, an airplane. Eying each of them, he let out a sigh. He barely slept that night.

10:00am

A school bus arrived to the Naval Dockyard carrying boys and their excited chatter. As they boarded the ship, the boy’s clenched palms started to sweat.

11:00am

The boy looked tired, as he sat beside other seasick friends. He then noticed an airplane soaring above. He smiled and whispered, “That’s the one!”.

-Yuhu!

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Yuhu’s Corner:
This story is a part of the Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt Flash fiction challenge. Every Friday, a photo prompt is provided by the organizer Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The participants have to come up with a 100 word story. You can check out the other entries here.

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