What do you see # 85 – June 7th, 2021

Sadje posted this picture today: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/06/07/what-do-you-see-85-june-7th-2021/
It is very similar to ones I use on Simply 6, so how could I not participate?

Martin

Martin looked up at her. “She keeps looking this way and smiling. What for? Is there something up there that she has for me?” Martin had no idea what that “something” could be, I mean he’d only been in this world a few months and had already been whisked away from his mom and dad, brothers and sisters. “Is she planning something up there?” Martin just sat, knowing that if he continued to look up at her she would continue to look down at him and smile, and that gave him a good feeling.

“Come here, Marty, you little cutie!” Martin already hated the nickname but what was he to do? He had to smile and act like it was okay. He had no one to ask if there was a way to stop this foolishness. I mean, just a little while ago he had been plain old Martin. “Maybe she will pick me up so I can see what she is doing up there.” Martin continued to sit, holding his composure and trying to hide the anxiousness he felt inside. “If she has something up there I like then Marty won’t be such a bad name to live with!”

©2021 CBialczak flashfiction

Your Daily Word Prompt – #Effusive – #YDWordPrompt May 30, 2021

Find it here: https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2021/05/30/your-daily-word-prompt-Effusive-ydwordprompt-may-30-2021/

Definition of effusive

1: marked by the expression of great or excessive emotion or enthusiasm effusive praise 2 archaic pouring freely 3: characterized or formed by a nonexplosive outpouring of lava effusive rocks

Marcus couldn’t believe he finally got a puppy. He had been searching for what seemed like years and it had finally come to fruition. The effusive little spaniel jumped from one window of the car to the next, wondering where his person would take him. This would definitely be a new endeavor for Marcus but he knew he was ready.

#WRITEPHOTO – STEPS

Steps – Image by Jemima Pett

Find it here: https://new2writing.wordpress.com/2021/05/27/writephoto-steps/

It wasn’t much farther but Bethany didn’t know if her legs would get her there. She had been walking for so long that she hadn’t realized she was almost home. Just a few more steps…By now she had blisters on both heels from her cheap sneakers and an ache in each of her big toes from that horrible pedicure she had spent way too much on. Why didn’t she think of these things before she left? It didn’t matter now. In a few dreaded steps up she would enter the alley that led her to her door. She couldn’t wait to get in bed and forget this whole thing had happened.

First Line Friday: March 12, 2021

It is First Line Friday! Welcome and let’s get writing. https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/03/12/first-line-friday-march-12-2021/

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

Find the prompt here: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/03/07/sunday-writing-prompt-in-the-thick-of-it-march-7th/

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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Find the challenge here: https://flashfictionforthepracticalpractitioner.wordpress.com/2021/02/24/flash-fiction-for-the-purposeful-practitioner-2021-week-08/

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

Check FOWC here: https://fivedotoh.com/2021/02/08/fowc-with-fandango-column/

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