Languid (flash fiction)

Languid

“Hey Suzanne, wanna play some tennis?” Marie asked.

“No, I’m happy here.” Suzanne replied as she lay in the sun.

“For goodness sake! Ever since we got here you’ve hardly moved a muscle. I never thought you’d be so lazy on this holiday!’ Marie complained. Suzanne looked up at her surprised.

“What exactly are holidays for then?”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 57

This was written with the prompt languid provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #188.

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Atlantis Needs Cars? (flash fiction)

Atlantis Needs Cars?

“I guess it must have been driven off the cliff.”

“But you also find remains of boats on the beach.”

“Are you suggesting it was washed up on the shore?”

“Well maybe.”

“So where it would it have come from?”

“Perhaps it comes from Atlantis.”

“Atlantis? A mythical underwater city?”

“Yeah that’s the one.”

“Why would they need cars?”

“How else would they get around?”

“They could swim everywhere.”

“I dunno, that sounds a bit tiring.”

“Okay, so how would they build a metal car underwater?”

“Maybe they import them?”

“From where? Wakanda? Agrabah?”

“No idea.”

“How would they even drive a car underwater?”

“Perhaps Atlantis is enclosed in a giant bubble or something.”

“And so they drive the cars inside this bubble?”

“Exactly! You got it!”

“So how did this car end up outside this bubble?”

“It must have crashed.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Hey where you going?”

“Away from you.”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 150

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #109.

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Disturbance (flash fiction)

Disturbance

“Hey watcha doing?” he asks trying to be nonchalant as he sidles up to me. I keep reading doing my best to ignore him.

“I’m reading a short story by Tolkien, called Leaf by Niggle.”

“Any good?”

“It’s one of his few allegorical ones, but yeah I like it.” I reply.

“So, you wanna get a drink or something?”

“No, I want to finish this story.”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 66

This was written with the prompt niggle provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #187.

This was based on experiences of guys trying to chat me up…

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It’s a Disaster! (flash fiction)

It’s a Disaster!

The news was dire: the Double Chocolate Fudge Cookie Ice Cream that Sylvia loved was being discontinued.

“My life is over!” Sylvia sobbed into her pillow.

“You know another brand makes a very similar flavour.” Cheryl told her.

“But it’s not the same!” Sylvia wailed.

Cheryl walked away while shaking her head. Sylvia was such a drama queen!

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 58

This is my second take on the prompt dire provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #185.

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The World Outside (flash fiction)

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The World Outside

 

The group walked out of the Order and gazed at the world for the first time. Now all they had to do was walk through the short tunnel and they would properly be in the Outside.

“This is an awesome prospect.” Said the Keeper of the Small Moisturiser Pots

”Yes, I wonder what is out there.” Added the Hoarder of the Broken Lightbulbs

“Do you think anyone is left out there?” Wondered the Collector of the Empty Juice Bottles

Do you think we should give ourselves new names maybe?” asked the Sorter of the Rusty Mouse Traps.

“Don’t be ridiculous. We should bear our names with pride, whatever is still out there.” Answered the Procurer of Odd Sized Boxes.

The group moved slowly forwards and away from the home they had known all their lives. A couple of them began to wonder if maybe they hadn’t really been needed there…

 

Joanne Fisher

 

Word count: 150

 

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #106.

 

 

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Paradox (flash fiction)

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Paradox

 

“So why are you building a time machine?”

“If I stop my parents meeting I won’t have to exist.”

“Er okay… You realise it won’t work?”

“Why not?”

“If you go back in time and stop your parents meeting then you don’t get born, but that means you don’t build a time machine to stop them meeting, which means they do meet and you do get born. It’s a time paradox.”

“Nuts.”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 71 + prompt

This was written with the prompt paradox provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #184.

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Ill Wind (flash fiction)

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Ill Wind

In 2036 it was virtually voted unanimously to ban saxophone playing within the confines of the Earth. From now on if anyone had any deep desire to play the instrument they had to go off-planet to one of the space stations orbiting above, so long as no one else could hear them.

Other instruments being considered for the ban include the accordion, ukulele, bagpipes, and bongo drums.

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the photo prompt provided by MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #341.

Photo courtesy of NASA.

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Avocado Toast (flash fiction)

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Avocado Toast

“Hey honey, have you seen the avocados I bought?” I asked Jen who was looking at her phone.

“Sorry I had avocado toast for lunch.”

“But I was planning to make a guacamole dip for tonight.” I told her. She just shrugged her shoulders and resumed scrolling through her phone. I stared at her evilly.

Later the guests arrived and marveled at all the food I prepared.

“Oh wow you made some salsa!” One guest said. “It tastes a bit weird though.”

“Yeah sorry about that, it was made with whatever I found in the kitchen at the time.”

Joanne Fisher

I decided to write this post on Microsoft Word first since WordPress has been scrunching up my posts lately.

This was written with the prompt avocado toast provided by the Carrot Ranch November 12 Flash Fiction Challenge.

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The Big Reveal, part three (fiction)

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The Big Reveal

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“Bigfoot?!” Bob blurted out in surprise.

“I prefer Sasquatch, you know.” The figure said looking irritated. He stood up revealing he was at least nine feet tall.

“You run our cleaning service?” Carly asked incredulously.

“Just because I’m covered in hair from head to foot and I have lived in a forest, it doesn’t mean I don’t know how to operate a business.” Bigfoot replied. “Is that my coffee you’re holding?”

“Um yes.” Carly said. She approached the desk reluctantly and put the coffee down on the desk top.

“Please sit down, both of you. And don’t worry, I won’t bite!” Bigfoot told them as he sat down again. Bob and Carly edged forward and slowly sat on the chairs by the desk.

“Why run a business like this?” Bob asked.

“Who better to run a shadowy business than someone who’s made a career out of not being seen who employs people that are ignored to get rid of bodies that shouldn’t be there? I noticed you humans have at tendency to harm each other, and I saw an incredible business opportunity. Cigar?” He opened a box and offered them cigars. Bob declined, but Carly took one. Bigfoot lit himself another cigar and drank his coffee.

“So where do all those weird robots come from?” Carly asked.

“Weird robots?”

“You know, the ones that clean out the vans.” Carly explained.

“My people are far more advanced than you realise.” Bigfoot revealed. Bob and Carly looked at each other in surprise. “We have kept an eye on your species since the dawn of time.”

“So what do you plan to do with us?” Bob asked.

“I’ve been giving that some consideration. While it’s nice to talk to some of my employees like you for a change, you really shouldn’t be here. I don’t like my cover being blown. I like it that most people  don’t think I exist, but one of you might blab about it in the future, or even let my existence slip by mistake. I can’t take that chance, so there are two options available to you both.”

“Okay.” Carly replied as her heart rate increased. Both her and Bob feared the worst. Bigfoot looked at them both.

“Either the two of you stay here in this facility for the rest of your lives, or we mind wipe you.”

“Mind wipe? What exactly does that entail?” Carly asked.

“We’ll make you forget everything you’ve seen here. You’ll remember finishing your shift last night, but not what happened afterwards. We’ll then return you to your homes. You’ll wake up with no memories of this.”

“In our homes? You have access to them?” Bob clarified. Bigfoot just looked at him blankly.

“Why yes. We have access to your homes, all your accounts, we know who your family members are, and who the people you see most often, where you hang out, what you eat for lunch. Everything.”

“I had no idea…” Carly stated.

“I like to know who is working for me. It’s a sensitive operation, I have to know how reliable you are and everything about you.”

“Major creep!” Carly blurted out, Bigfoot ignored her.

“Why don’t you just kill us?” Bob inquired. Bigfoot looked at him surprised.

“Do you want us to?”

“No, I just thought it would be easier to get rid of us that way.”

“Well yes, but I’ve looked at your records and you’re both good workers. I would hate to lose either of you. And we would have to find and train a couple of more cleaners, and that’s a lot of bother.” Bigfoot told him. He then sat back and looked at them both. “So what’s it going to be? Do you want to stay here, or be mind wiped?” He looked at them both expectantly.

*

The alarm went off.  Carly woke up and switched it off. She sat up in her bed. She didn’t remember coming home last night, but obviously must have. She remembered herself and Bob finishing their job and then it was all a blur. She had planned to go out and shoot some pool, but obviously she must have crashed when she got home. Though something on the edge of her memory was bothering her… Just then her phone rang.

“Hi.” She said

“Hey it’s Bob. I must have been so tired last night. I can’t remember anything after work. I must have crashed as soon as I got home.”

“Yeah same.”

“Weird huh?”

“Something’s bothering me, like I’ve forgotten something big, but I have no idea what.”

“That’s strange, I feel the same. Maybe the job is making us crazy.” Bob suggested.

“Maybe.”

“See you at tonight’s shift?”

“I’ll be there.” Carly replied.

“Okay. Later!”

Carly put her phone down. Maybe she had been more tired than she realised. She decided to lie back down and get more sleep. She just wanted to get that weird image of a tall humanoid covered in hair sitting at a desk and smoking a cigar out of her head. Talk about random!

*

Bigfoot sat back in his chair. How come those two accidentally lock themselves in the back of the van so many times? That was the third time this month alone. Maybe next time they would have to do something different…

The End.

Joanne Fisher

Previous: Part One, Part Two

Well that’s it for those two, but you never know maybe I might write about them again one day.

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Display (flash fiction)

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Display

“So what do you think is going on here?”

“Well as you can see someone’s been brutally murdered and had their skin and flesh stripped off, and now it’s being investigated.”

“And they just left the body there for everyone to see?”

“Obviously!”

“You don’t think it’s a just a shop window display?”

“No it’s the site of a gruesome murder!”

“Well I’m not convinced. I’m just wondering what they’re trying to sell. Chaise longues? Union flags? Skeletons?”

“Or murders maybe?”

“Well okay, but maybe they’re just trying to be confusing or daring so you’ll walk in there to check the place out.”

“So they can then murder you and strip off your skin and leave you as a window display?”

“Perhaps, but the odds of that happening are fairly remote I suspect. Shall we go in and have a look?”

“Okay, but you go in first.”

“Fine.”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 148

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #104.

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