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)

Daily Prompt – Time

 

So I was a little stumped for a post and thought I would go to the daily prompt for inspiration for today’s post! When I realised what today’s prompt was, I have to say I was pleased! It actually gives a reason to go over past issues I’ve had when I was growing up and hurtful comments I had while at school!

 

Angel Eyes

I arrive at school on a normal day wondering what today will bring. The morning was the start to a new week and the class were already sat in their seats. The room was noisy so with my head down I walked to the back of the class and sat at the empty space at the table.

I was only around 9 years old but already aware I wasn’t one of the popular girls. I was just me, with a few friends that hung around together. My best friend at the time was Gail, a new girl that had come to start at our school. When she first started I was so relieved that I had a friend who I could be best friends with. We immediately connected and became fast friends pretty quickly. I offered my seat for her to sit with me, I had no-one else to sit with.

I always remember that the kids were cruel. It became pretty obvious that I wasn’t going to be one of the popular crowd. I was just a normal girl that blended into the class. No-one special just me, youngest of the family of sisters brothers and half siblings. I wouldn’t say I was bullied, I just never felt accepted as part of the in the crowd. They all talked to me, they weren’t cruel just the odd comment that hurt.

I have almond shaped eyes and of course at an age where comments about your looks would make you feel very self-conscious you wouldn’t want to feel an outsider. Hurtful comments like ‘chinky’ as I often got called were soul destroying when you thought you were different but in reality, I was only called this a couple of times but its something I’ve always remembered.

I’m now a ‘grown-up” and although these comments affected me then. I wish I knew what I know now. I’ve since discovered that several people were jealous of my eyes. Ridiculous really when I think of all the taunting they did. My Mum, the wonderful lady that she was, always said to me,  “Darling, they only say those things because they’re jealous. They wish they had beautiful eyes like you. Don’t shy from them darling. Embrace them.”  Obviously, my reply was “Shut up Mum! They’re not jealous! They hate me.” I wish I could tell my Mum now that I know she was right. I’d give anything to say to her. “Thank you, Mum.” Most of all want to thank her.

She was a special lady to everyone who knew her. She would go out of her way to help people, be an ear to listen and be there for the joys and tribulations. She was there for anyone who needed her, whether they were there for her or not.

So you are probably wondering how this blog post falls into the word prompt of time. That is the most magical thing about my Mum. She always had time. She would make time for people, her children, family and friends. I think in the fast paced world we live in now we should all remember that we should always make time for people. Listen when someone wants to talk. Stop and slow down because before you know it, time will pass you by and the ones that were always there for you won’t be anymore. I love my parents so much and every day hurts. Take the time and ask someone special in your life how they are. Be the ear that they may need and listen to them too.

 

Madison

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!