For the flash fiction prompt: https://flashfictionforthepracticalpractitioner.wordpress.com/2020/06/17/flash-fiction-for-the-purposeful-practitioner-2020-week-25/

Bruce and martin

“Why are you still mad?”  

“Who said I was mad?” 

Well look in the mirror. Your brow is furrowed, no smile, standing stiff like a statue. If you aren’t’ mad, then why don’t you just relax?” 

“Listen, I don’t need a lecture about my facial features and just to be clear, I like having good posture. No one wants to look like a turkey vulture when they get older.” 

Listen Bruce, I’m not trying to piss you off. I’m just saying you look mad.” 

“Martin, why don’t you fly off and take a look at the turkey vultures down on the east side. Maybe once you see them and their horrible posture you will realize why I take posture so seriously.” 

“Fine. I guess I can try. Let me just grab a bite to eat first.” 

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

almost: ragtag daily prompt

Written for the RDP Community: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/06/19/rdp-friday-almost/

What I almost did

I almost woke up this morning before my alarm clock 
almost went off at the time I had set it 
almost eight and a half hours ago.  

I almost got out of bed before my alarm clock 
almost went off and then 
almost went into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee that I  
almost made in the coffee maker.  

I almost made breakfast before I 
almost made the coffee in my coffee maker but I  
almost thought I should wait and go to Starbucks.  

I almost stopped at Starbucks this morning after I  
almost made coffee in my coffee maker but I  
almost got to work late so I didn’t stop.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Tiny tales bundle #5

Butterfly, Blue, Forest, Fantasy, Woods, Dream, Surreal

Written for https://wordsonkey.wordpress.com/2020/06/19/tiny-tale-bundle-5/

Tiny tale #1: The candy fairy

Veva, the sweet candy fairy flew through the misty air, admiring the blue butterflies who swarmed the mushroom garden. Light shown from the mushrooms as they were phosphorescent. If Veva was able to find the right mushrooms, she would be able to find the special sugar gills underneath the sweet mushroom caps. It was this sugar that she used when making her edible fairy dust. Many other fairies worked incessantly to find the sugar mushrooms, but Veva was born to be this kind of sugar fairy. It didn’t just come to fairies automatically.  Veva was the only local sugar fairy. (100 words)

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

tiny tale #2: Baxter’s discovery

Baxter snuck out the side door in the kitchen, trying not to open the door too wide, knowing that if it opened past the crack in the tile it would start to creak. All he wanted was to get outside to check the garden, to see if they came. Baxter had set out a special butterfly food that only attracted the rare Indigo Butterfly at night. If he could see them and get at least one picture on his phone, he might become famous. No one had ever seen the Indigo Butterfly except for the famous entomologist, Dr. Rosco Urban. (100 Words)

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Tiny Tale #3: Fairies spread positivity

“Mama. Please, can we stop here and take a break?” Violet’s wings were getting tired. When the moon was almost full two nights ago, her mother had told her “when the fourth full moon of the year comes, all the rare Fairy Butterflies take to the air and moved to a new land”. Her mother said they would relocate and spread their positivity throughout the area, hoping enough humans would walk through it and it could be spread around the world more easily than their dropping it randomly on flowers. Violet was new to this. It was her first flight.  (100 words)

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

First line friday

Hosted by mindlovemiserysmenagerie: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/06/19/first-line-friday-june-19th-2020/

Jaime spent the whole day browsing the antique store and left with just one thing….

Jaime spent the whole day browsing the antique store and left with just one thing. She had gone in with an idea, having woken thinking about Dylan. She just wanted to show him how much she loved him, without being overbearing or smothering. It is something Dylan had stated on their very first date; smothering drives him away.   

The jar was heavy, made of handblown glass. The shop owner insisted it came with mystical powers, that he bought it off a stranger visiting Bhopal, India. Jaime didn’t know if she believed the shop owner but who was she to say he was wrong. So, she paid the money, declining the two pennies change, and left the shop. 

Stepping into the sunshine, Jaime was almost blinded by both the bright light of the sun and the reflection of that sun off the windshield of the car parked across the street. What the hell? Was there someone sitting in the car behind the wheel? Did they notice that the sunlight was reflecting all the way across the street?  Jaime doubted it. It looked like a man from here on this side of the street and it looked like he was sleeping.  

Walking in the direction of the parked car, but on her side of the street, Jaime was finally given relief from the glare, bringing her attention back to the jar. How would she give it to him? It was sort of early in the relationship to just pop a surprise gift on him, but then again, he had bought her a beautiful bunch of daisies last week, having seen them in the storefront window of the local florist. Maybe she should tell him she saw it in the storefront window of the shop. That would be quite ironic sounding, even if it was a lie. Then she hated to start lying to him. It was a simple, little white lie, nothing bad, nothing to hurt anyone, but dishonest all the same.  

Stepping off the curb, Jaime’s ankle got caught in a crack in the pavement, twisting it to the side, making her stumble, but her hands continued holding the jar firmly so as not to drop it. After a few steps forward she was able to catch her footing again and stood up straight. Relieved that she was okay, and the jar had not broken, Jaime unlocked her car, got in and put the jar on the passenger seat.  

Driving home, Jaime felt a throbbing in her ankle. She had probably twisted it more than superficially. It almost felt like her ankle’s skin was stretching as a balloon was being inflated under the skin. She also couldn’t ignore the pit that was forming in her stomach. She must have been feeling nervous about giving Dylan the impromptu gift. What if he thought immediately that she was trying to smother him, to try and trap him in a new relationship? She laughed out loud, thinking how silly she was being, jumping to conclusions that she was making up in her own mind. It was just a jar for God’s sake.  

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

What do you see?

“Are we beautiful, mama?”

“Of course we are beautiful, why do you ask?”

“‘Cause, can’t you see all the blue butterflies? They are beautiful. So, if they are beautiful because they are blue and delicate how could we be beautiful too?”

“Sammy, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Don’t sell yourself short. We are white and strong, We stand on our own. But we don’t have a lot of color.”

“Okay, mama, if you say so.”

©2020 CBialczak Fiction