A Father’s Day Miracle – 100 Word Story

It was the fire that taught Jeff about miracles. After all, he shouldn’t have been there – Jeff never visited on Wednesdays. “Maybe I’ll see what the old man’s doing,” he’d said and when he pulled into the drive, the house was engulfed.

Reflecting, Jeff doesn’t know if his father would have escaped – so frail was he when Jeff found him, barely visible through the smoke. Jeff’s eyes shimmer. He smiles, grateful. He sees again his hands gripping the skinny ankles, hears anew the screams as he drags his father back into the flames. “Better safe than sorry,” Jeff whispers aloud.

Buried Treasure – Flash Fiction

He stood in a large hole, perhaps four feet deep and five or six in diameter. The digging was strenuous, the ground comprised of gravel and sand. With each thrust, the shovel stopped dead, sending a jolt through his arms, his shoulders, his back. Every few minutes, he dropped to his hands and knees to dig by hand. With his fingers, he unearthed heavy rocks, straining to wrestle them from the hole and heave them aside. The rocks dented and dulled his shovel, slowing his progress.

The air was crisp and the moon full; his body steamed through his shirt. He lifted the shovel from the hole, flat to the ground and perhaps a quarter full, and tossed its contents over his right shoulder. The sand made a brushing sound as it fell on dry leaves. He plunged the shovel into the earth again.

She stood behind him and said, “Why are you doing this?”

He stopped and let the shovel stand by its blade as he removed his cap and drew his arm across his forehead. The shovel stood upright for a moment then fell. “I have to find it,” he said.

She shook her head. “I don’t need it.”

Bending over, he grasped the shovel. “If I don’t find it now, We’ll have to wait until Spring.” He shook his head. “I can’t dig through the frost.”

She wrinkled her forehead and said, “Leonard, you’ve been out here for days! Weeks!” She moved close and he pulled away. She stopped and said softly, “Perhaps it’s not God’s will that it be found.”

“I don’t believe that. If He wants me to leave it out here in the wild, He needs to tell me plain. I ain’t interested in deciphering hints from The Almighty.”

She raised her eyebrows. “He is telling you. I’m telling you. Take the shovel home and draw yourself a warm bath. Put on dry clothes. Make a fire! Do the things you need to do to move on.”

He shook his head.

She smiled with sad eyes and said, “The landslide was not your fault. You don’t need to find my body.” She smiled. “It’s already buried.”

He fell to his knees in the dirt and covered his face with his hands. “No, no, no…” he cried.

“I have to go now, Leonard,” she said softly. “It’s time for us both to go home.”

She drifted away into the trees…

Leonard awoke with a start, his eyes wet and the television still on. Beside him, she lay sleeping, breathing deeply. He spooned her, and buried his face between her shoulder blades, pulling her close.

She faced the wall, smiling. “These dream pills were worth every penny,” she thought. “I am SO going shopping today.”

Now try this: The Predator

 

Almost Famous – Short Short Story

“Just ahead,” said the scientist, footsteps echoing down the hallway. “Through that door and-”

“Down the hall to the right,” finished the pilot.

The scientist looked up from his clipboard. “You’ve been here?”

“Yes.”

They entered a large auditorium, empty save for a gray, windowless phone booth.

“Tomorrow, this room will be filled. I wanted you to see it before the frenzy.”

The pilot smiled.

“Is something amusing, Mr. Roberts?”

The pilot handed him a textbook. On its cover: “Time Travel’s Founding Fathers” and below that, a picture of the two of them.

“We’ve already done this, Dr. Randolph.”

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This story is a response to Friday Fictioneers, a 100-word challenge issued by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo courtesy: Amy Reese.

 

 

 

 

The Forest Fire – Short Short Story

He stared in disbelief as fire consumed the world. On every side it raged, roaring through century-old trees like a blowtorch through dry straw. He watched detached, as animals scampered to and fro in terror and he realized in an offhand way that he was completely surrounded now, the heat an impenetrable wall. Still he remained frozen, bearing witness to the horror as acres of forest were incinerated.

Then, a massive branch fell flaming from the sky landing just feet away with a heavy crash and it was this near-miss that jolted him to his senses.

“Later, Dudes,” he said, scales glinting in the firelight. He swished his tail and and dove deep into the cold depths of the lake. “Sucks to be you.”

 

Now try this:  Magnificent Discovery – Short Short Story

 

Infiltrator – Short Short Story

It wasn’t evident that he was a traitor. He acted like us, dressed like us, spoke like us. I suspected nothing and I’d worked with him for months.

Sadly for him, most lies are exposed by the eyes and, in the end, his betrayed him.

Mine must certainly have betrayed me as well, so great was my shock at the discovery. He would have noticed my surprise, of course, so I pretended to see a wasp. I frantically waved it from his head. He didn’t flinch.

Again, I looked at the eyes.

No reflection.

I pushed his C7 vertebra, turning his power off.

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Now try this: The Installer – Short Story

 

 

Slight Change of Plan – Short Short Story

You know that noise that comes when you drag a stick along a chain link fence? Bullets on helicopter rotors sound just like that: Plink. Plink-Plink. Funny where your mind goes under duress.

We were going down. It was there in the pilot’s eyes, nobody home but sheer panic.

These damn terrorists were screwing everything up but it couldn’t be helped. They would need to be dealt with, now they were affecting The Project.

I summoned my powers and landed us safely, the pilot’s memory would have to be wiped clean.

There would be hell to pay for this one.

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This story is a response to the FFFAW photo prompt pictured above. 100 word  story challenge.

Photo credit: Iain Kelly. (I always include these in my photo captions/descriptions but they never show up. Anyone with insight on this, please tell me how I’m screwing this up.)

Now try this: Detective Frank Danger: Evasion