(3X) Flash in the Pan – Fire

December 11, 2012 by Let's CUT the Crap! 28 Comments

Another snowstorm loomed; phones silenced. Nothing from her mother for two weeks. Millie packed her car with homemade soup, stews, coffee, and blizzard essentials.

The house appeared neglected; no smoke curled from the chimney. Icicles, like daggers, hung like custodians.“Mother—mother?!The house creaked, as frigid as a tomb. Her mother lay buried under mountains of covers.

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“Mother?” Millie stroked, massaged, prayed.

Eyes staring, lips working, the woman stirred. “That’s right,” her daughter said. “Here’s coffee. I’ll help you.”

Millie kneaded her mother’s shoulders. “I’ll start a fire…be right back.”

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Click http://mommasmoneymatters.com/flash-fiction/ for the rules of this challenge.

The word limit for Fire is 125 words. I used 93.

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Bill blew the horn. Marnie peeked out her car window. He grabbed her for a quick embrace.

“Quit it, Bill, they’ll be out in a minute.”

“What a wet blanket.” He grinned. “Alright, how about a word game? Orange.”

She pouted. “Pumpkin.”“Cards…”

“Thank you.”“Hm, interesting—”“Boring…”“I meant interesting answer. ‘Bill’…”

“Ring”

“What? Say again…”

“You said bell and I said ring.”

He squinted, blue eyes calculating, and chewed on a hangnail. “I ain’t buying you no ring for Christmas.”

“Oh, get a life!” Marnie bolted; car door smashed shut.

Click http://mommasmoneymatters.com/flash-fiction/ for the rules of this challenge.

The word limit for Ring is 100 words. I used 92.

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The harried staff dashed and whirled, moped and polished, grumbled and smiled. Discordant voices buzzed in the air.

“Pickup—two turkeys,” Nick hollered at Angel. “Pickup, pick up.”

The fat cook, red-eyed and tired, turned to the new girl. “Hurry with those pastries. More clean plates please.” He turned back to the window.

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“Pickup—one tender.”Where the f**k’s that shell? “Hey, kid, did you see my turkey carcass?”

“Yep, I dumped it in the garbage.”

“What?” he growled, “Fish it out. I’m making turkey soup tomorrow.”

“There’s cigarette ashes—“

“So wash it!”

Click http://mommasmoneymatters.com/flash-fiction/ for the rules of this challenge.

The word limit for Fish is 100 words. I used 94.