First Line Friday: March 12, 2021

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Tamsin’s heart drummed frantically as she tore through her pack, her books, and the messy desk– where was it?! She knew she had put the folder on her desk prior to unpacking the rest of her stuff but it was nowhere to be found. How could a manila envelope that big just disappear?
This was just her luck. First, she finds out her great aunt Cindy died then finds out that she is the Executor to her estate! Why was she named the one in charge? She barely knew Aunt Cindy!
She only had about an hour to spare before the attorney’s office closed. She had to get the paperwork to the attorney so it could be filed with probate in the right amount of time. Luckily, she got that heads up from her cousin Billy. Billy had called looking to find out what Aunt Cindy had left him. Tamsin had no idea so she told Billy she would ask the attorney. That could happen if she only found what she was looking for. What would her relatives say if she said she lost Aunt Cindy’s Last Will and Testament? There had to be another copy somewhere but that would only take longer then to find it.

Tamsin dropped into her chair. Letting out a giant sigh she bowed her head knowing she had messed up. What would the attorneys do? Would they have another copy? Would this situation get better or worse? Out of the corner of her eye Tamsin noticed a small piece of manila envelope sticking out from behind the waste pail. The folder! She must have dropped it! She reached over; while thanking God, and grabbed the folder. She ran out of room and tore down the hall, knowing that if she flew down there now she would have plenty time to get things done. Maybe Aunt CIndy was up there taking care of it after all!

©2021 CBialczak Flashfiction

Sunday Writing Prompt – In the Thick of It – March 7th

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Jetta wanted to turn and walk away but knew better than to think it was that easy. She was in the thick of it and regretted the day she asked Natalie if she could move in. Natalie was nothing but drama and Jetta knew it but she hadn’t been thinking straight, she had only been thinking that she had to get out. Danny was abusive and she couldn’t take it any longer. No one seemed to believe her. Even some of her closest friends thought she was exaggerating or making Danny out to be worse than he really was. Jetta wished she was only making up stories of abuse.

So now, instead of Danny’s abuse she was intricately entangled in Natalie’s addiction. Jetta didn’t know which was worse? Thinking back to the day her parents asked her when she was moving out, Jetta felt some resentment that she was asked to leave without them knowing she had nowhere healthy to go. Her life was getting deeper and deeper into chaos than she ever thought possible. Jetta began to have doubts that she would survive the next six months, knowing Natalie was going to have to give up her lease for lack of payment. She felt herself slipping into a darkness that scared her more than Danny’s abuse and Natalie’s addiction ever could.

©2021 CBialczak Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: 2021: Week #08

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Debbie’s Day at the Beach

Debbie couldn’t understand why there was a “No Swimming” sign at a public beach. If you weren’t supposed to swim what were you supposed to do? Not only could she not understand the sign but she saw a few teenagers swimming not that far from the sign. This meant they either didn’t care what the sign said or they really didn’t see it. Debbie figured it was probably the first thought, that they just ignored it. 

Slowly she laid her towel and put her bag at the end for her headrest. It was hot and the water looked so inviting. Debbie didn’t know how long she would be able to sit here and not go into that refreshing water. 

Finally, Debbie decided that just putting her feet in wouldn’t hurt; that certainly  couldn’t be called swimming. She walked to the edge of the water and looked back over her shoulder to see if there was anyone around who would tell her to get out of the water. The beach was empty. Debbie stepped in and felt herself sinking into the sand. It was sucking her in. What was this? Quicksand? Oh why didn’t she just do what the sign said! 

©2021 CBialczak Flash Fiction

Tale Weaver – #315 – Mystery – The Bald Man.

Dexter’s Night

He woke up, feeling more groggy than he had ever felt, not sure why he would feel so poorly. He thought about the night before and realized he could recall showing up at Lindon’s Bistro and getting seated, but nothing else. His whole body was shaking; was there a draft in here? Dexter raised his hand to his head and realized for the first time that all of his hair was gone. What? Where was his hair? Who would shave his head and why? Standing up and slowly walking toward the mirror Dexter could barely recognize his own reflection. Never before had he been without his brown curls. Who did this?

©2021 CBialczak flash fiction

The Sue Vincent Rodeo Classic

There is now a new writing challenge: https://carrotranch.com/2021/02/01/the-sue-vincent-rodeo-classic/

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Marcy’s Cabin

Marcy looked out over the trees feeling the morning air, crisp and clean, filling her nostrils. It had finally become a reality. Her dream to live in the mountains with only the earth and Dexter, her dog, to keep her busy was finally a reality. 

Marcy hadn’t realized the beauty that lay before her on her bedroom balcony. Leaning on the railing to look down into the valley, Marcy felt a wiggle and heard a short snap before falling to the ground below. Would someone find her? The world darkened around her.

©2021 CBialczak Flash Fiction

Column: FOWC with Fandango

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Barb, where did you get that website from?

Which one?

You know, the one about sex after 50.

Jane, that was from that Dr. Barr, the doctor who rights the advice column for the Times.

Dr. Barr writes a column?

Yeah, do you know him?

Her. Dr. Barr is a her. You really think a male doctor cares about sex after 50?

Isn’t that the only thing men think about?

©2021 CBialczak Fiction

FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: 2021: WEEK #03

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Marvin’s Night Out

“Betsy, I’m heading out to look for Buster.” 

“Marvin, do you have to bother that poor dog every night?” 

“Well, if he isn’t going to learn in one night then I must continue the lesson until he learns.” 

“That is awful, Marvin. The only thing you are doing is traumatizing that poor dog. He isn’t smart enough to learn your lesson without being told what he is supposed to be learning.” 

“Honestly, Betsy. If he can’t tell that when I put my tail up, I am going to spray him again, like the night before and the night before that, then he gets sprayed, end of story.”  

“Whatever Marvin. I just don’t think that poor dog should have to go through your schooling every single night.”  

She has no idea what this guy is like. Droopy ears, slobber down his chin, poop stuck to the fur near his butt…He is gross and needs multiple baths. If his owners don’t start smartening up and trying to explain the reason for my lessons, then they are just as dumb as he is. Leave him be…Ha! How can I when I get so much joy out of the look in his eyes? (199 words)

©2021 CBialczak Fiction Flashfiction

Sunday Six Sentence Story

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This weeks word is filter

Jenny walked out of the room, her face beet-red, feeling embarrassed and ashamed of the man she brought as her date. Not only had he completely under-dressed for the occasion, even though she told him what everyone else would be wearing, he showed up twenty five minutes late! Then there was the conversation with her boss! He had absolutely no filter, telling her boss about their intimacy and what they did when they were alone together in the bedroom. She would never be able to look at her boss again, not without shame written all over her face. He had been one of her worst decisions ever!

©2021 CBialczak Fiction

Wordle #222

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Haughty

Branches

Procellous- stormy, as the sea

Prolixity- a tendency to speak or write at great or tedious length

Touch

Stumble

Throat

Wild Strawberries

Heavy

Fray

Kimono

Seconds

Walking out of his cottage, Devon knew by the sway of the branches that stumbling out on a procellous day like today was taking a chance that could have heavy consequences. Devon’s leg had not healed properly, was still very sensitive to the touch, and if he fell he was risking damaging the work the doctors had put into reconstructing his thigh after the accident. Were he a woman, he would choose to wear a Kimono to both hide the bandages and provide the loose comfort his wounds yearned for, but for now he would have to focus only on the path in front of him and nothing else. Knowing his luck he would snag the silk on a twig first thing outside and fray the precious silk anyhow.

Devon wasn’t sure why he felt like heading to Marta’s house now. She was a conversationalist with prolixity and he often wanted to leave her company only seconds after she started speaking.

Upon reaching Marta’s door, Devon cleared his throat and knocked on the heavy, wooden door. He didn’t want to show how much he wanted to see her; but he was here and would stay for a while. When Marta opened the door the first thing Devon was hit with was a strong smell of wild strawberries along with warm air of her oven. He would have to try and coax her to let him try whatever it was that she was baking. She was a fantastic chef and never haughty. Sometimes she even acted as though she had never stepped foot in a kitchen before. Devon was hoping the perilous walk here would be worth it!

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