Tag Archives: 99 word flash fiction

Eyes Forward

Charli Mills, head of the Carrot Ranch writing community, challenged us to write about the open road this week. It reminded me of my own divorce ages ago. So, here is my 99-word story, somewhat fictionalized for your enjoyment.

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Nine years packed into a few boxes and an old steamer trunk. Was there nothing else to show for all the ups and downs of a marriage? In perspective, that which was her past was minuscule compared to the opportunities which comprised her future.

Getting behind the wheel of her car, she felt gratitude for the hard work she and her therapist did to get her to even consider filing for divorce.

She was figuring it out. Turn the key. Fasten the seatbelt and adjust the rearview mirror. Wow, check out the view through the windshield. The open road.

©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben

Choices Always Choices

Sue Vincent invited us to use the above photo and the prompt word of MEMORY for this week’s #writephoto challenge. I choose to fashion a 99-word tale in response. Consider FOLLOWING Sue and participating when the mood strikes in her weekly writing opportunities!

https://scvincent.com/2020/02/27/thursday-photo-prompt-memory-writephoto/

What, why and when we choose to remember is nothing compared to how we choose to remember. Lola leaned hard against her favorite rock and let out a sigh. Choices, always choices.

She didn’t want to be haunted by past memories. Lola wanted nothing more than to live in a world where she could make happier memories. Choices, always choices.

As she let out one last sigh, she realized there was someone on the other side of the rock.

Phil closed his watering eyes and gave out a sigh. He was ruminating so many haunting memories. Choices, always choices!

©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben

Somewhere Out There

The tale of Rainbow the library cat’s escape is what we were challenged with writing about this week. Charli Mills knows how to make a writer think! FOLLOW her for all the fun and excitement! http://www.carrotranch.com

Rainbow grew up in the library, having been left on their doorstep in a box of donated books when he was a mere three weeks old. Everyone doted on him to ensure he would survive. He grew up lazing in laps, being read to.

His favorite lap belonged to an elderly blind woman whose granddaughter brought her every day precisely at two. For a delightful hour, everyone was happily lost in a book.

Rainbow was confused, the old woman hadn’t been in for a week. Believing he could, when no one was looking, he slipped out to find her.

©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben

Indian Creek #writephoto Choice

 Sue Vincent gave us a peace-filled photo to inspire us to write a piece this week. It reminded me of a place in Temperance, Michigan, called Indian Creek and my friends who chose to build their home on property no one else seemed to want as the creek cut a rather strange swath through the land. Who chose who? perhaps, Indian Creek was just waiting for them, eh? Choice indeed!

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They chose to live on Indian Creek. It wasn’t particularly beautiful property. In fact, most people didn’t give the space a second look. But Lisa saw the qualities this quiet palace of nature possessed with its untamed brush and clear, running waters. She chose to stay home and tend to the land, while her husband worked in the city.

As night began to fall, the two of them sat on the rocks in the creek, sipping coffee, watching fish swim and appreciating in silence, the beauty of Indian Creek. Honored the creek chose to allow them to live there.

©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben

Here Boy

My response to Charli Mills’ Carrot Ranch weekly challenge to write about a dog in the daisies. Have fun with the other ranchers by following her blog!

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She’d been out wandering the better neighborhoods all day, hoping to find something special for her new home. One last house on the block, just one last shot before calling it a day. Then, Wanda couldn’t believe her luck. Right there, in the middle of all the bric-a-brac, was a cast-iron statue of an Irish Setter! Yes! Those garage sale finds were the best.

All the way home, she imagined pulling into her driveway each night and seeing this magnificent creature waiting for her, standing proud. What a wonderful way to be welcomed, by a dog in the daisies.

©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben

Color My World

Sue Vincent gave us a lovely #writephoto prompt this week: Daybreak. It reminded me of an old boyfriend, who confessed to me, after being together for quite some time, that he was color blind. Sadly, he passed before the technology that could have helped him experience the colorful beauty of this world was invented. CHECK OUT Sue’s blog to participate in the weekly fun!

https://scvincent.com/2020/01/30/thursday-photo-prompt-daybreak-writephoto/

If she’d been able to see colors, even at one time in her life, Jackie might have felt left out when her friends raved about things like beautiful sunsets. To her, everything was varying degrees of grey. Her whole world was about to change.

The morning of her birthday, there was a, gaily wrapped box next to her bed. Digging through boxes inside of boxes Jackie finally came upon the smallest box. She took out the curious glasses, put them on and gave out a cry. Everywhere she looked, she was mesmerized. Especially by the magnificence of the sunrise.

©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben

Dead Letters

I had to think about this week’s Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction topic for a moment, Then I heard about a postal worker who was busted for not delivering the mail. Check out the fun with Charli Mills each week! https://carrotranch.com

Ted nonchalantly punched in the access code and waited patiently for the arm to rise. The maze of storage units could be confusing but not to Ted, as he had been coming here nearly once a day for several months.

Without a care in the world, he began tossing the white plastic bins in left and right. Laughing, Ted thought about how much he hated everything about being a postal worker. The weather, the barking dogs and he especially hated the mail! He hated it so much that he hadn’t delivered any in months, except to this storage unit.