I Fixed Your Car! (flash fiction)

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I Fixed Your Car!

 

“I’ve fixed the carburetor and the oil leak, and given the engine a tune-up.” I said. The man smiled handing over some money.

“Thanks miss. Remember to thank the mechanic for me.” He said walking to his car. I rolled my eyes.

“Hey I fixed your car!” I called out after him. He just got in his car and drove off.

I’m wearing overalls and I’m covered in grease yet still some people just think I’m a receptionist or something. What do I have to do to be taken seriously? I shook my head and went back to work.

 

Joanne Fisher

 

This is my third response to the prompt gender provided by Carrot Ranch’s April 18 Flash Fiction Challenge.

 

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Heading South (flash fiction)

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Heading South

 

Aalen and Ashalla traveled southwards. Aalen could hear Vilja ahead bounding along.

“In my village we do what we’re best at. If you’re good at protecting the borders than that’s what you do. It doesn’t matter if you’re female or male.” Aalen said.

“Where I’m from it tends to be the men that are the hunters and use bows. When I told my parents I wanted to be a hunter it raised a few eyebrows.” Ashalla responded.

“Why do you only let men be hunters? Do human bows need penises to operate them?” asked Aalen.

Ashalla laughed out loud.

 

Joanne Fisher

 

Aalen’s story: previous episode

 

This was written with the prompt gender provided by the Carrot Ranch April 18 Flash Fiction Challenge.

 

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Her Story (flash fiction)

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Her Story

 

She had grown up as a boy, but never felt like she was one. Her outward form never mirrored what she felt like inside. She developed anxiety, depression, and tried to kill herself multiple times. Then one day after losing hope of ever being herself, she finally talked to a therapist about her secret. This led to hormones and testosterone blockers, and changes. Her body became more curvy, her skin softer, and her breasts grew. When she looked in a mirror now she began to see herself. For the first time her body felt like it was hers.

 

Joanne Fisher

 

This was written with the prompt gender provided by the Carrot Ranch April 18 Flash Fiction Challenge.

 

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