Flash Fiction – A Moonlight Kiss

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Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts the flash fiction challenge called

Friday Fictioneers!

Take the challenge to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words using the weekly picture prompt.


 

Standing on deck the moonlight casts shimmering lights across the water, as the yacht sways in time to waves.

We’ve finally met.

Feeling his arms encircling me, I feel his body warmth emanating from his chest, wrapping around me, cocooned in a new safe place. I feel his lips on my neck as he leaves kisses on my skin.

Turning to face him, I tilt my head closing my eyes to photograph this moment into my scrapbook of memories. The first. The most special.

“One day at a time.” smiling I wrap my arms and hold on to new possibilities.

 

Genre – Romance (100 words)

Flash Fiction – Shadows

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Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts the flash fiction challenge called

Friday Fictioneers!

Take the challenge to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words using the weekly picture prompt.


 

“Dad! Where are you?” I call through the house.

Simultaneously feeling chilled, by a draught even though the window is shut.

I’m motionless, caught in stride. Not believing the image I see.

A shadow of an old man.

My chest tight, my breath visible in the summer heat.

Tightness wrapping around my body and squeezing the air out my lungs.

But no one is there.

Just a darkness.

“There you are! Look, Claire! Found at the building site! I bet they hold some history!” Dad stands in front of me looking at his feet.

Walking in a dead man’s shoes!

 

Genre – Horror (100 words)

Flash Fiction – Stranded

 

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Waves crash against the rocks as the ocean smashes against the new safe world he now calls home. The sea is vicious as he waits for his saviour to rescue him. The demons talking in his head.

His chest tightens as the atmosphere smothers his breath and takes the air out his lungs. He remembers the death that brought him here to this island. A murder and blood.

7 Days Ago…

The top deck was quiet that night. No one was there. In the dark, he walked under the stars thinking of his wife asleep in her cabin. This stranger was watching him. He saw him, out his peripheral vision lurking in the shadows, watching silently. Suspicion and wonder cross his mind. He walks past and glances the stranger’s way. Grant recognises him from the evening charity event. A passing look between him and his wife. He encircled her into an embrace to warn him off her. Showing him she is his, taken.

He watches him as he steps forward.  “Do you have a light?” the stranger keeps his head down and averts his eyes. The air thick with suspicion as he decides if he walks by, ignoring the request.

“Sure.” Keeping his distance, he reaches into his pocket, he sees the flash of moonlight hit the blade. “Hey! Whoa! What is this?!” Grant backs up, away from this man.

“I know it was you! You hurt her!” Lines crease his forehead with anger and menace as he breathes putrid sweet breath! His arm across Grant’s throat, making it hard for him to breathe.

“What? No! I don’t, I love her …” Grants breathing laboured as he struggles for breath. He struggles to shift his weight off as he pushes him away. Shifting his weight against this stranger who is threatening his life.

“I know!!” he yells in his face as spit sprays his face. Showing the fear in his eyes as confusion flashes through his mind.  Stepping into his personal space, backed against the wall once again.

“Stay away! If you don’t you will regret marrying her!” His hands up surrendering his life, Grant waits as the stranger walks away but unbeknown to him, follows him to his cabin. He returns with haste to warn Sarah.  The shock, fear and anger evade him. He sees the blood pooling across the floor, her arm trailing through the dark congealed blood, leaving drag marks across the tiled floor. He hurries outside and vomits over the balcony into the ocean below. The stranger, he flashes a knife, they struggle, and he jumps overboard to safety.

Now…

Resting head in hands, sobbing, remembering his beautiful Sarah. It has been seven days since he left her laying on the floor. He misses her. The peacefulness here on the island is torture to him. He remembers her the last time he saw her. Just as he imagined she would look. Dead and lifeless.

He thinks back to happier times. When they were in each others embrace by moonlight under the skies of the Northern Lights. A magical night where his life changed for the better. Now sitting here he decides it’s time to live not survive.

Searching the island for resources he spells out the words across the sand. Feeling accomplished.  He waits for the yacht to return.

On the horizon, he sees the white fleck in the distance. It comes to shore as Sarah, stood on deck, a beautiful vision, sun hat held tightly by her hand as the wind blows her blonde hair across her flawless face. She jumps into the water, up to her thighs as she desperately wades through the ocean to reach her man. The love of his life.

“How about we get married and go on honeymoon? Relax on the beach and leave your old life behind?”

“Perfect! Without Grant, my life will be perfect.” she smiles at Joe and kisses him as he holds her in his arms. Safe. Content. Happy.

In the sand, Sarah glances over at the branches that spell out the words, Marry Me!

“My answer is Yes! I will marry you!” Sarah smiles as she feels the weight of their plan wash away any guilt she had. Perfectly worked out so they could be together. Sarah safe in his arms.

The perfect plan.

 

 

 

Flash Fiction – The Stranger

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The feeling of unease is intense as I walk along hiding in the shadows of trees. The noise is there just behind me beating amongst the rain as it pelts hard against my skin. Footsteps, gaining on me, getting louder and echoing in my mind causing panic as I imagine the terror the other girls have felt before me. Forgetting my umbrella was the first mistake I made as I left in a rush. The second mistake was leaving my phone. The phone that right now could save me from the fate I’m up against.

I begin to quicken my pace as my heart beat thumps against my chest. I feel the cold against my skin as I can hear the slow rumble of thunder in the distance and count the seconds between the flash and crash of the storm.As I glance behind me he is still there, with his head bent forward, his fast walking pace shortens the gap between us. His form looms over me as I make my feet walk faster.

I look around for an open shop, but at this time of the night I’m unlucky, the street is dark and being so late, even pubs have long closed. I walk quickly to get to a safe place. As I turn the corner, up ahead I see the Tesco Extra and feel overpowered with relief as I see the lights on and someone dash inside. I begin to run as the heavens open and torrential rain beats down on my body making my sheer silk dress transparent. I feel the tension begin to slip, knowing I can get away from the stranger who has followed me for the last half a mile. Looking behind me again I see the stranger has begun to run too. My panic rising I feel my breathing quicken and my chest tightens as a panic attack threatens to challenge my escape.

I run faster and as I slip inside the shop, glancing over my shoulder, his shadow catches up and envelopes me as he follows me inside. Tensing as I wait for the attack, he bumps into me and apologises. “Sorry love, awful weather out there!” I lean against the drinks cabinet and sigh as I try to catch my breath again, realising he was heading here all along and is not the serial killer everyone’s trying to catch!

Flash Fiction -The Blind Date

 

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Candice was late for a lunch date with Drake. She hurried along the busy  London streets to try and catch up the time to arrive before he did. She wanted to arrive before him so she had time to observe at a distance and run in case he was another weird guy like the last one.

The air was warm with a touch of heat, enough to make sweat marks on the underside of her pale tunic. She flings her long, dark chestnut hair over her shoulder to cool down her neck from the clamminess.  She was unsure of the time but to take a moment to check would slow her down. She notices the man in front of her walking with a sway as he took long strides along the pavement. He has an aura of confidence with his smart dark blue jeans and white shirt. His sleeves rolled up halfway between his elbow and wrist which held a Rolex and exposing tattoo’s peeking out of his sleeve. He bumps into a man walking toward him. As they collide, a piece of paper falls out his pocket which she retrieves as it whooshed past her and settles on the ground. She picks it up and rushed to catch him so she can reunite the scrunched up piece of scrap.

‘Excuse me.’ She slips through the crowd as she sees him getting away with his long strides. She picks up the pace and catches him. ‘Sorry, can I get through’ she says as she squeezes between the strangers slowing her down. Candice is a few steps away as he stops in front of her, and checks his pocket. She smacks straight into his rear and trips over the curb where he was waiting to cross. Two girls outside Costa, sipping Lattes titter at her clumsiness and snigger to themselves. As she glares at their rudeness she taps him on the arm.

‘Excuse me, Hi, you dropped this.’ Her smile turns into awe as she drinks in his face as he turns towards her. She is taken aback at his sheer perfection!  She freezes and stares as she takes in his neat facial hair trimmed to firm perfected lines around his strong sharp jawline. His face tanned with the most piercing aquamarine eyes she ever saw. Hair so dark and naturally smooth, partly shaved to the side and an aroma of spicy aftershave. She opens her mouth to speak as she faulted and apologise ‘Sorry… but… Shit! You’re the most beautiful man I ever saw!’

‘Urr, thank you? I’m flattered.’  He turns away with a puzzled look and frown that a beautiful stranger complimented him so frankly yet so sorry he doesn’t have the time to properly complement her back. He takes the paper from her outstretched hand and smiles, holding it up ‘Thank you. You too. Well… not a beautiful man obviously. You’re beautiful too.’

‘… Thank you.’  Candice, not being used to compliments, lowers her eyes a little embarrassed,  which he finds endearing.

She calls after him as they walk, ‘I understand it’s bizarre to tell a stranger they are beautiful, especially a man but You are! It’s your eyes… they are absolutely mesmerizing. I just had to tell you!’

He smiles at her over his shoulder and reluctantly faces forward again and continues his rushed journey to his destination that he is already late for. He wants to arrive before her to be the gentleman he is.

A few meters up the road Candice sees the newsagents and quickly nips in, to buy polos. She picks up the pace as she notices the time as leaves the shop in a hurry. Two minutes to be at the uptown cafe. She thinks to herself of the perfect man born to be a model and wonders why she isn’t lucky enough to meet such gorgeous men like him on Lonelyhearts.com. She rolls her eyes as she realises any guy that gorgeous would not be single. With those looks, he could have a pick of all of the available girls in London.

She sees the Cafe on the corner. A local French Pattisiere in the Centre of London. She rushes across the road and pushes open the heavy door with its long vertical brass handle and drops her bag to her feet upon entering. She bends down to pick it up admiring the black shoes polished so shiny she could check her makeup in them. She raises her eyes and stares into the pools of ocean blue.

He passes her the bag and she stands slowly as she drinks him in. ‘It seems we meet again.’

‘Yes. I’m meeting someone here. You?’

‘Me too. A blind date actually.’ She smiles. ‘Drake’

‘Yes?’ he looks puzzled at her as the realisation washes over him and grins at his luck.

‘His name is Drake.’ she looks at him puzzled.

‘Yes. I am Drake, it is a pleasure to meet you officially.’

‘Fucking hell! Hi!’

Madison

Flash Fiction – The Rock Cafe

 

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I stand by the counter making a cup of our finest Columbian roast espresso. The girl ordering, carries a pile of books under her arm and a haphazardly balanced messenger bag over her shoulder. She is a regular to the seaside café. Always comes in at 1.15pm. She comes in every Tuesday as it’s her free period at university, to make the most of her study period and says that the ambience of the cafe while watching the waves on the rocks gives her inspiration. She is studying to become a journalist and ironically her name is Louis. I always smile when I see her and chuckle to myself when I think of the references to the film.

“Actually Sandra, can I have two, I have a friend joining me today.”

“Of course, I will bring it over to you. Are you sitting in your usual place?”

Lois nods while smiling her gorgeous wide grin, “Yes, Thanks” She is always so happy and smiley. I admire her for chasing her dreams. Had I done that I wouldn’t be stood here making coffee with aching feet. If I had my chance again I would go back to University and study law. I’d always wanted to do something meaningful with my life but ended up getting a 9-3 job so I could take my children to school. My dreams have to be put on hold for now.

As I place the miniature coffee cup onto its matching tiny saucer I glance up and stare as the door opens. I stand straight and watch as in walks Clark Kent! Honestly, you couldn’t make this stuff up! A tall guy, wearing a tweed suit walks in. His almost black hair swept to one side and black rimmed glasses. He juggles what looks like a pile of encyclopaedias in his arms. The top book threatens to slide off while he tries to balance them as he gets through the heavy door.

I walk over to their table and set the saucer down for Lois’ friend.

Hi, here’s your espresso, are you here to study too?”

“Yes! I’m here to fight for truth and justice”

I make my excuses and walk away wondering … I’m sure that’s a Superman quote!

Flash Fiction – Morning Coffee

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I pick up my Latte in one hand lacing my fingers around the handle and cradle it with the other. I take small sips while peering over the top. He is exquisite. Tall, tanned with short brown hair that is flicked to the side. Dark brown piercing eyes. He wears a suit jacket that reaches his belt and underneath black trousers, white shirt with the top two buttons undone. He is ridiculously wet from the rain and I notice a small drop of water make its way down a strand of hair and splash onto the papers he is organising.  As he leans over the kitchen worktop, his trousers tighten around his rear giving a perfectly rounded form.

As I glance at him ruffling the papers around I feel he has captured me at the wrong moment as I admire his firm arm muscles through his jacket. He glances at me sideways, smiling revealing a dimple, as he realises he caught me admiring him.

“Are you okay Lucy?” he says with a wry smile

“Yes, of course.”  I’m not giving anything away.

He looks back to the papers, collecting them together and declares they are ready for signing. He walks over to me and shows me where to sign. Taking the pen he holds out, I slide the papers toward me as I watch him, watching me.  Putting his hands into his pockets and staring at me, smiling, making me feel very vulnerable.

“You understand what these means don’t you Lucy?”

“Uh-huh,”  I reply without looking at him, I sip my coffee. I read them over slowly and deliberately as he awaits my answer. I sign where he has put a small cross and pass them back to him.  He takes the pen from me and brushes his hand across mine, pausing deliberately as I flush with excitement.

I look up with confidence replacing my embarrassment,  “It means I’m going to be working really hard as your PA. You’ve made a deal here that I can’t refuse but there is one question I need to ask.”

“Of course, ask away”

“The overtime, I assume that is outside of working hours and unpaid.” I’m not that kind of girl.

He smiles and steps towards me. He places his right hand on my cheek, sliding his fingers through my hair and behind my ear as he leans in close to me.  I can feel his breath on my face. “That my beautiful is expected with no pay! You, my love, are far from what you are suggesting. You are my reward for a hard day at work” He leans in and kisses me as I lead him toward the stairs.