Sight Seeing (flash fiction)

Sight Seeing

It was the third day of Jess and Cindy’s holiday and they wandered through the town to see the “sights”. As it was a small coastal town, there wasn’t much to see. A local pointed to the lighthouse that stood out from the rest of the town, like the proverbial sore thumb. The local told them it was the town’s most notable structure and any tourists that came to the town always visited it.

“Well that’s not surprising, since there’s nothing else to see here.” Jess answered. The local looked offended and wandered off.

“Play nice with the locals Jess.” Cindy reminded her. Jess grunted.

“Sorry, the hike yesterday left me feeling tired.” Jess explained. Both the women looked up at the lighthouse. Cindy giggled. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing really. It just reminds of what we’ve got in our bedroom drawer at home.” Cindy replied. Jess started giggling with her.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 150

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #113.

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©️2021 Joanne Fisher

The Puddle to Another World (flash fiction)

The Puddle to Another World

Sandra didn’t understand. When she looked into the puddle she saw a stone church reflected in the water, but there was no such church. It should have reflected the car park building that was actually there. Maybe there had been a church at that location in the past, she wondered.

Confused, she knelt down and touched the water. Her hand went through the puddle. To her surprise, she fell into the blue sky.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 73

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #112. I wasn’t planning on writing this now, but the idea just suddenly popped into my head…

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Example (poem)

Example

The elf had preached open defiance

of the mean tyrant Man in Red

to rise up from their slavery of

making toys until they were dead

but Santa had got wind of

the elf’s rebellious words and deeds

so, as an example, crucified

him then and there, to snuff out seeds

of rebellion, by making others watch

him tie this elf to the lamppost

as a warning to never disobey

his words, or else they would be toast

instead, the other elves began

to talk among themselves and

plotting in secrecy planned

to kick Santa out of their land

Santa did not realise his cruel

reign of terror was coming to an end

from now on his days were numbered

with him gone, the elves would be on the mend

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 132

Don’t take this too seriously….

This is my second take on the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #110.

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The Reopening (flash fiction)

The Reopening

“Is that supposed to be an elf?” The two of them incredulously looked up at the figure fixed to the streetlight. The other one shook her head.

“Is that what they really think of us? We leave the world for a few aeons and this is how they remember our people?” she asked disappointed.

“We left them to take care of the world, and they’ve fouled the air, water, and earth. And now they callously make fun of us. We should have never trusted them.”

“They’ll be surprised when the gates reopen across the world in a few days. I’ll love to see how they cope with our warriors, wizards, and our dragons.”

“Yes. Soon we’ll take back this world and they’ll regret these indignities.” They looked up at the figure one more time and turned away in disgust.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 139

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #110.

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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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Taking a Walk (flash fiction)

Taking a Walk

Cindy walked along the path. Ahead of her Lucky had found something to investigate. The leaves were starting to fall and it was getting cooler. Soon winter would be here.

In only a few days the harvesting of their corn was about to begin. It was her and Jess’s main source of income and the money from it would be used to run the farm for the rest of the year until next harvest time, despite Jess’s various attempts at side projects. To have so much hinge on one harvest always made her anxious. What if something went wrong?

After the harvest, winter would come and she always looked forward to snuggling up with her wife for warmth. Jess was her girl, and she was hers… Then after winter they would sow the next crop. This was her life now. She breathed in the cooling air and breathed out contentedly.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 150

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #108.

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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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Destroyed (flash fiction)

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Destroyed

Mekanot the Merciless returned to his hall to find it in ruins. In times past he had bent all other pixies, sprites, and fairies to his iron will. He was the Dark Lord of the forest and surrounding environs. His might was unassailable, or so he had thought.

There had been rebellion. All the free pixies and their allies had led a revolt against him. They had besieged his home and cast him out. He was defeated and then exiled.

Now years later, he returned unnamed and forgotten to his seat of power to find it broken and his dreams of a return to his past glories destroyed.

Joanne Fisher

 

 

Word count: 108

You never know what’s going on in the bottom of the garden… I thought the idea of a pixie dark lord was amusing.

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #105.

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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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Remains (flash fiction)

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Remains

 

She looked at the ground. It was the first remains of civilisation she had seen in a few days. It wasn’t much, just pieces of what was once someone’s house she supposed. She looked through it to see if there was anything worth salvaging. Not finding much, she then scanned the area to see if there was anything else nearby, such as possible signs of other people.

Taking her pack off, she grabbed her water bottle and took a drink. Her pack was getting heavier from all the abandoned smartphones she had found and, for some reason, kept. She wondered how many others were left since the cataclysm. Those last days had been utterly terrible. Not in their wildest dreams had they expected Pokémon Go to bring about the collapse of civilisation…

 

Joanne Fisher

 

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #103.

 

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