Flash Fiction (22) – Just In Case

barb wire, fence, barb wire fence, rust

Prompt from Madision Woods, go check out her blog and read others’ responses to this prompt.

Just In Case

She picked up the rifle and slung it over her shoulder.  She had never had to use it, but her dad always made her take it, just in case.  She saddled up her horse, grateful that her morning chores consisted of one task.  Riding.  Granted, she couldn’t deviate from the fence, so it got tedious some mornings, but all she had to do was ride.  And make sure the fence didn’t have any downs in it, or worse, any animals tangled in it.  Sometimes she was late for school, and sometimes she missed it altogether.  But it was her job to repair any damage to the fence, and first she had to find it.

She heard the calf before she saw it.  It was shrieking.  She urged her horse to move faster.  She topped a swell and could see the animal.  It had gotten tangled in the wires.  She was glad, this had happened before and it shouldn’t be too hard to untangle the calf.

When she got closer she saw the wires were cutting into the calf, they were around his legs and his belly and the one that cut deepest was around his neck.  The more he struggled the more the wires sunk their rusty teeth into him.  She grabbed the wire cutters and began cutting and pulling, trying to free the animal.  But the more she freed him, the more he fought, and the more entangled he became.  It was a fruitless effort.

She stopped and went back to her horse.  She grabbed her rifle.  She had never had to use it before but her dad always made her take it, just in case.


Boggle My Mind

Ok.  So I’ve always liked the game Boggle, and recently my fiance downloaded a game called Scramble With Friends.  It is the online version of Boggle!  And it is so much fun.  I highly recommend you check the game out (in either the online form or the old fashion board game form).

Boggle, word games

It’s a pretty simple game.  There are a bunch or random letters in a 4×4 grid.  All you have to do is find all the words you can.  The letters have to be in some way touching – so side to side, top to bottom, or diagonally.  And it’s a game that gets more fun the more you play.  Because once you get the hang of it then you can start finding some bigger and more obscure words and that’s always fun.  It’s especially fun in Scramble With Friends because after the round the computer will tell you what the highest point scoring words are.  And let’s just say it a point of pride to have found some of those top scoring words.

Zynga, Scramble With Friends, Boggle, word games

– Dang, I sound a bit like a nerd.  Oh yeah, that’s cause I am!

It’s a great way to get the old mental juices flowing and crank up some competition in  your life.  Not to mention I always just feel dang smart when I win a round (and I usually just ignore when I lost, because that was obviously a fluke).

Anyways, try it.  Boggle.  Or Scramble With Friends.  Either way, you’ll have a lot of fun.

The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo

I’ve currently been holed up reading this series by Stieg Larsson.

I think it’s amazing.  But you’ve probably heard others describe it as such.  Regardless, it is a phenomenal read, the plot line is so intricately woven that it is truly an incredible tapestry of story.

I would highly recommend this series.  But first a word of caution.  I have found each book to start very slowly.  I’m not saying they were boring or uninteresting, they just were laborious to read.  Then, boom! I would get completely sucked in and hours flew by and then I was reaching for the next book, only to be again work at reading the first few chapters.  So be aware, stick with it, because trust me, it’s worth it.

Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, Stieg Larsson, book review, wasp, Lisbeth Salander, Mikael Blomkvist

Flash Fiction (21) – Faeries

I heard it too

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The girls sat at the table; their feet, unable to reach the floor, swung in rhythm.  They began telling their parents about the fairies they had met in the garden.  Mr and Mrs Freemont exchanged an exasperated glance; this was not a new tale.

“And then Mrs Piddleton.”

“She’s the blue faery,” Carol, the younger one chirped in.

“They already know she’s the blue faery.  Mrs. Piddleton, the blue fairy, told us that we were faeries too.  Only the faeries traded us when we were just wee babies.  They took your real kids and left us in their place.  And Mrs. Havershank,”

“She’s the red one,” another interruption.

Suzie kept going, “Mrs. Havershank, the red faery, said that if we wanted they would come and steal us away.  We could spend the rest of forever dancing in pretty dresses and drinking honey all day and talking to the birds and butterflies, but not the dragonflies because they’re ornery.”

“Then Anna came into the garden.”

“So Mr. Wembledon,” Suzie continued the story, “the green faery, tipped his hat at us and they all disappeared.  But first Mrs. Piddleton winked at us.  Anna wanted to know what we were doing, so we said we were playing cat’s cradle.”

“But you can only play with two people.”

“So she had to leave or someone would be left out and she didn’t want to go but if she had stayed the faeries wouldn’t have come back.  So we made her leave.”

Mrs Freemont interrupted the story right then, “You were mean to Anna?  Tomorrow you two will go straight over to her house and invite her to play.  And you are not to be mean to her again, especially for your pretend games.”

“But mamma, they’re not pretend.  Zecelia said, she’s the pink one and she’s in charge, and she came back after Anna left, and she said that they would come for us tonight, then she kissed our thumbs.  She said it was to mark us so the hobgobs…”

“Hobgoblins,” Suzie corrected her sister.


“Hobgoblins, that’s what she called them.”

“Oh, she kissed us so the hob…”


“Would know who to grab.”

“Otherwise they might grab Anna instead!”

“And if you look at our thumbs there’s now a little tiny mark on them.”

“Right where she kissed us.”

“And it looks like a strawberry.”

Mr. and Mrs. Freemont had heard quite enough of these fairies.  The girls had been talking nonstop about them for weeks.  They had blamed the fairies for any disobedience, this being mean to Anna was only the latest in a string of incidences where the girls had been rude, unthoughtful, mean, or sneaky.

After dinner and baths and quick goodnight kisses the girls were in bed and the parents were downstairs cleaning up dinner.

Mr. and Mrs. Freemont could hear the girls up in their room.  Between cracks of thunder their peals of giggles wound down the stairs and tickled the parents ears.

There was a particularly large clap of thunder and the neighborhood dogs started barking.  The dogs stopped barking, the storm instantly died, and the girls were utterly quiet.  Mrs. Freemont was the first to notice the complete silence.  She looked at her husband, his voice broke through the silence, “I hear it too.”

It was foolish, both Mr. and Mrs. Freemont knew their girls were upstairs, they probably fell silent because they fell asleep.  But the parents needed to see their baby girls just to release the foreboding feeling that pressed down on their chests.  They swiftly went up the stairs and quietly pushed the bedroom door open.

The girls’ beds were empty, the sheets tossed about the room.  The window was open and the curtains rippled in a soft breeze.  There were two tiny strawberries on the window sill.

Flash Fiction (20) – Cold Night

river, tree

Prompt can be found at Madison Woods’ blog.  Check it out to read her story and others.

Cold Night

It was their second date; he barbecued while she told jokes.  She mentioned staying up until dawn and he agreed.

They sat, fingers entwined, her head resting on his shoulder, the conversation run dry.  It had been such a romantic thought: stay up all night and watch the sunrise.  But the reality of it was much colder than the idea.

And if she was going to be completely honest, he was much colder than he seemed.