Flash Friday Fiction: Spies Like Us

The Beggar. CC2.0 photo by Foto_Michel.
The Beggar. CC2.0 photo by Foto_Michel.

Spies Like Us – 210 words

Know the best power to have if you’re gonna be a Super Spy? Invisibility.

Sure, flying would be cool. You could get places faster. Some would say X-ray vision is essential. For, you know, secret documents and stuff.

But for me, it’s my ability to be invisible that lets me do this job perfectly.

I know I’m invisible, because nobody in my family pays attention to me.

Mom’s always playing on her laptop. Dad’s watching a game. My sister’s constantly on her phone, mooning over Jacob’s hair or Justin’s eyes. Whatever.

My brother’s the only one who ever notices me. Mostly he tells me I’m annoying. But sometimes he gives me pointers. You know, how to deal with bullies, how to sneak dollar bills out of mom’s purse, how to disappear whenever Dad’s in one of his moods.

It was my brother who disappeared last night. Said he was done, he was outta there, he wasn’t puttin’ up with their crap anymore.

“Good riddance,” Dad said.

He doesn’t see me now, my brother. I’m the garbage can in disguise, spying on him from across the way.

He looks sad. Angry. Maybe even a little lonely.

He doesn’t need to worry, though. I’ve got his back.

We Invisibles gotta stick together.

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This week’s challenge? Incorporate a spy character in conjunction with the photo prompt into a story of 200 (+/-10) words. How’d I do?

Make your way (stealthily or not) over to Flash Friday Fiction to read and comment on the other entries, and perhaps draft one of your own!

Flash Friday Fiction: So Far Away

Sand Dunes
Great Sand Dunes National Park, Colorado, USA. GNU Free Documentation License photo by Daniel Schwen.

So Far Away – 210 words

It had been a mistake.

No, not the decision to race through the dunes on one of the hottest days of the year.
Not the forgetting of water in his eagerness to escape. He deserved the torment.
Not the forgetting of sunscreen, though undoubtedly he’d be in agony tomorrow.

He was in agony today. It was agony that’d sparked this flight, this attempt to outrace the truth, the searing knowledge that life would never be the same again.

He was an idiot.

Why?

Why had he kissed Molly McGruder? Why had he let other things follow kisses?

The drive for physical pleasure had overridden common sense, as it had so many times in the past.

Only this time he’d lost the thing most precious to him. He’d never forget her face, the shock, the hurt, the sheer betrayal written there in each tear that stabbed its way down her cheeks.

It’d been a mistake.

Now he ran for physical pain. He needed it. He deserved it.

It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. Some sins were simply unforgivable.

Around him, ahead of him, behind him: all was desert. As was his life, now that he’d lost her.

He knew she’d never forgive him. He knew she shouldn’t.

He ran.

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Today’s Flash Friday Fiction challenge? Include the theme “blunder” in conjunction with the photo prompt above. You’ve got 200 (+/-) words to work with. Go!

How did I do? I’d love to hear from you in the comments – or race/jog/gallivant your way over to Flash Friday to read and respond to others’ offerings, or offer up one of your own!

And yes, the title is an homage to Flock of Seagulls. It seemed fitting.

 

Flash Friday Fiction: First Person Jury

First Woman Jury, Los Angeles, Nov 1911. PD photo by Library of Congress.
First Woman Jury, Los Angeles, Nov 1911. PD photo by Library of Congress.

First Person Jury – 208 words

I rub my fingers over the photo, again and again. At first it drew me for the fashions. The cinched waists. The long dresses. The woman with the hat that resembled a cake. I was grateful I live in an era of greater freedom.

But now I can’t stop looking at the woman in the back. The one who avoided the camera. Lips in a line, eyebrows up. Was it intentional, her avoidance? What was she hiding?

Someone had scrawled First Woman Jury, Los Angeles across the top of the picture.

They were there to pass judgment on somebody else. Yet I feel certain she’d already judged herself, that woman in the back. Found herself wanting. Convicted and condemned.

Maybe I’m projecting.

I study the woman in the front row, the one with the baleful eyes and defiant expression. It’s as if she knows. She knows what I’ve done. They all know. Family. Friends. Neighbors.

I can make all the excuses I want, but I’m the one who made the decision. I’m the one who did it.

Clutching the photo, the one I’d found in that second-hand suitcase, I realize the woman in the back and I are the same.

Trapped in prisons of our own making.

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Flash refers to the length of the story (in FF’s case, 200 +/-10), not the amount of time it takes to write said story. Unless one is writing on a deadline (meaning I had ten minutes before I had to drive the carpool to school). So this is what I dashed out, based on the prompt and the idea of struggle/man vs self. What do you think?

Traipse on over to Flash Friday Fiction to read other entries, or perhaps contribute one of your own!

Flash Friday Fiction: One Lot to Rule Them All

Night Archer
Night Archer. CC2.0 photo by Tanakawho.

One Lot to Rule Them All – 210 words

I was born here. It’s only fitting I return here.

Ma had been shopping for final nursery items. You know, onesies, bottles, that stupid blue elephant with the stitched eyes that made him look dead from the start.

Ma thought she had two more weeks. I had other plans. I was always precocious like that.

Now, finally, I’m an adult. I’ve reached the apex of my maturity.

Years of studying and training, days of sore muscles and strained eyes, nights of shadows and blackness as fear wrestled with reality; all brought me to this moment.

My first shift as parking lot attendant.

Let the others use their warning tickets, their weird little carts. I come armed with better weapons.

Took up two parking spaces? An arrow to the tire.

Paid for an hour but stayed three? Don’t expect to find your windshield intact.

Dared to park an SUV in a compact space? My bow shall make quick work of your antenna. No longer shall you enjoy the sounds of wailing boy bands as you seek out the best spot.

You will never have it. For I already do. I am power.

You won’t see me coming. I am stealth.

I am One with the Lot. I am…

The Parking Ninja.

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Some people might be able to taking this prompt and the required setting of a parking lot and come up with something richly moving, something emotionally evocative, something sharing the greatest truths about the depths of the human psyche within a mere 200 (+/- 10) words.

Not me. I went for funny. I love funny. Did I succeed?

Hop (or, you know, make your way with invisible, stealthy Ninja moves) on over to Flash Friday Fiction to check out the other takes on this week’s prompt – or draft one of your own!

Flash Friday Fiction: The Lady in White

Black and White House. CC2.0 photo by Scott Ableman.
Black and White House. CC2.0 photo by Scott Ableman.

The Lady in White

He doesn’t notice me. Not really. It’s the people around me he comes to see. Day after day, I stand here, watching, waiting for him. He’s all I can think about. Those dashing blue eyes, that shock of blonde hair. Boots that glisten in the sun.

I long to get close to him, but there are so many barriers in our way. Physical, emotional, social. He remains a fantasy. I, a wallflower.

What would it feel like for him to touch me? For me to enfold him, welcome him in? I can’t see that happening, though. The fences between us are mighty.

Sometimes I think he must feel it, too, this longing. Why else would he return, day after day?

There’ve been others before him. There’ll be others after. They flock to me, the well-adorned spectacle. They can’t stay away. But they can’t approach, either.

If only everyone weren’t so overprotective. If only I were free. I’d make myself approachable. I’d welcome him in with doors wide open.

As it is, I stand here, as I have for hundreds of years. A lonely edifice of self, serving others, but rarely seen for who I am.

I am so much more than stone.

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Quickly done – I hope to write another one today if I get a chance. But I’m off to Williamsburg for a romance conference, so that may not happen. Still, I’d love to know what you think! Our focus this week was character, and the required element, in conjunction with the photo prompt, was “Girl Next Door.”

Plus, check out the other fabulous stories over on Flash Friday today.