Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #77

Written for Fandango: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/08/03/fandangos-flash-fiction-challenge-77/

Welcome to “Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.” Each week Fandango will be posting a photo he grabs off the internet and challenge bloggers to write a flash fiction piece or a poem inspired by the photo. There are no style or word limits.

The image below is from the Google Hub Photo Frame.

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Going Home

Looking up toward the apartment entrance, my stomach did a flip, then a flop. I felt as though I would throw up. I haven’t been here in almost twenty years, never really resolving the problems with dad like I had planned on doing. What if he slammed the door in my face? What if he told me to turn around and walk back down those stairs and never come back? I miss my parents; I am sorry for taking them for granted all those years.  

I picked up my backpack and slung it on my back. Grabbing my suitcase, I started the climb up the stairs. I was only moments away from either having my parents back or leaving them forever.
 

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Share Your World 8-3-2020

Questions:

What will finally break the Internet?  Do you believe it can be broken at all?

online porn…it is so rampant that its going to start being a normal thing to show up in your feed, people will get disgusted with it. If this doesn’t break it then its really sad.

What are some ‘red flags’ to watch out for in daily life?  (take it as you want)

Red flags: bugs getting in the house, leaving the light on outside at night so the moths come in the house, Donald Trump supporters boasting any sort of lead he might have

What’s the silliest thing someone has argued with you about?

A friend told me back in college that my boyfriend saw her at a bar and admitted to cheating on me. We then had a huge fight about whether she was telling the truth.

What’s the strangest thing you’ve found lying on the ground / side of the road?

One shoe…Where’s the other one? How do you lose only one?


Gratitude Section (optional as always)

Please feel free to share your photos, stories, poetry, or memes that promote gratitude! 

I am grateful for my daughter and her ability to support me even though I am her mother and should be supporting her.

Pizzazz: FOWC with Fandango

Written for Fandango’s One word challenge: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/08/02/fowc-with-fandango-pizzazz/

New Girlfriend

Don’t bore me with your lectures 

Don’t bother with advice 

I know a sweet young lady 

Who thinks I’m kindof nice. 

She has a pretty figure 

And stands out in a crowd 

She has pizzazz and loves to joke 

Laughing right out loud.  

She’ll keep my whole attention 

No matter what she does 

I’m sorry that she’s taken place 

Of what a real friend was.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Sunday Photo Fiction – Aug 2 2020

Written for Sunday Photo Fiction: https://sundayphotofiction.com/2020/08/02/sunday-photo-fiction-aug-2-2020/

Show it with color

Brad knew that his family was watching the news closely. They were like the other elderly folks who were stuck home, half quarantining, half trying to understand what was going on in this world. His mom saw every face that showed up on the news, he didn’t want to take any chances. He could only imagine the horror on his mom’s face if she saw him out demonstrating his rights. She would see it as an embarrassment. She didn’t understand how important it was to him, to treat people equally, to use your power the right way.  

Brad and his friends were truly diverse. Not one of them was ethnically the same as another. This is what brought them together. They were determined to fight for equality for all people. But they wanted to do something different, something that wouldn’t hurt anyone, but something that would catch the attention of everyone, especially the news broadcasters. 

Devon was the one who produced the idea. Take the typical smoke bombs and add the color powder. He could get it easily at his job, manufacturing colored powders and sprays for construction sites. Marcus could get the smoke bombs, having connections to some other pranksters. Derek was going to work with Brad on some sort of head covering to hide their identities. He had mentioned earlier that his little sister was in a school play with silly shape characters; they would use some of those ideas.  

The plan worked perfectly. When the newspapers were printed it was Brad who made the headlines. After patting himself on the back and enjoying his stardom he noticed one setback that could never be taken back, his tattoos. His mom would identify that if she took a few minutes to notice. He was screwed! 

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Grow – A Decima

Written for Ronovan Writes: https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/07/29/ronovan-writes-decima-poetry-challenge-prompt-no-16-grow-this-week-its-the-c-rhyme-line/

Future Life

With each passing day I learn more  
 
I have to think about my life  
 
I don’t know if I’ll be a wife  
 
I try to pray and not ignore  
 
the signs that make me do adore  
 
The things that help so we can grow  
 
I’d like to find a way to know  
 
How the things I would like to find  
 
How to be a person who’s kind  
 
I only want my love to flow.

©2020 CBialczak Poetry