FlashFeeD 1.3

Thanks to all those that contributed last week.

It made my heart sing to see a certain flash fiction VIP and dragon aficionado once again. For newer folk, Rebekah is the reason many of us write flash fiction. Have a look at her shiny dragon badge, it’s the only one that will be issued.

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Irish Wolfhound
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REFLECTIONS OF YOU

I miss you. Your leaving made me wretched, more so for the sudden and unexpected nature of your departure. You were always with me, by my side, comforting, available for discussion and debate. Never have I felt more alone than now.

So, I came here to this place where you used to accompany me. Our special place where we made memories. I came to see if you’d be here. Before you left it never occurred to me you wouldn’t be, sitting with me atop the honey-coloured stone wall. These stones have heard our dreams, some blackened with our questionable thoughts.

You’re not here. A sinking feeling gnarls at the pit of my stomach as I sit in our spot looking out over the busy commercial centre where hundreds of thousands of people live and work. Like the stones in this wall, they are all different in shape, size and colour but somehow together they’ve made a solid unit.

Now I feel like one of the discarded stones, one that didn’t quite fit the wall plan. Without you, my plan has disappeared. I know I’m not the first and god knows I won’t be the last, but I can’t think. Where are you?

Will you ever return?

In the distance, as I melt into acceptance of my loss, a sliver of sunlight catches the plate-glass window of a multi-storey building in the middle of the concrete mass. It ricochets, illuminating a tiny patch of green nestled in a courtyard corner. There’s a child playing with a blue truck. He turns his head. A string of isolated rambling thoughts begins to form.

My stomach churns. I whirl around expecting a physical presence, the feeling of return is so strong. I smile, inside and out. Oh, my beloved writing mojo, you’re back.

Shakes
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“These stones have heard our dreams, some blackened with our questionable thoughts.” – Great line! Even better twist. Mojo indeed!!!! This speaks to me, as I am sure you can imagine.

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Irish Wolfhound
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Thanks! I’m thinking if I treat my mojo with kid gloves and tell it I miss it, it might take pity on me when it leaves like that.

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St Bernard
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Love the twist at the end. Real longing and despair for that ‘little voice’ in our heads.

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Irish Wolfhound
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Thanks! I go searching for it regularly.

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I like how you’ve tied in the imagery and made a metaphor with the stones. Nicely done, Alva 😊

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Irish Wolfhound
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Thanks, Irene. Love this platform for stories.

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So many great lines! I like the stones as metaphor too. Beautiful story.

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Thanks, Voima. I’m enjoying sharing this story space with you all.

Sian Brighal
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Irish Wolfhound
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Beautiful writing and story.

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Many thanks, Sian.

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Ha! What an amazing way to treat words and caress them. And oh the final sentence!

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TRISH HAS A FEELING

It had been years since she’d cried, and it took time to make the connection between facial wetness and actual tears. She didn’t have a tissue, so she wiped her eyes and nose on her sleeve. It was extra classy.

Jake arrived just in time to see puffy redness of her eyes. He sat beside her on the ledge and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. It was a comforting gesture. Normally Trish would have punched him for it, but today she couldn’t summon the anger. Her sadness was overwhelming.

“It’s the view,” Jake said. “It gets me, too. That’s why I wanted you to come up here. I thought it would help.”

Jake had all kinds of ideas about “helping.” He’d been on her case to “share her feelings” or whatever for weeks. Trish had thought it was all a bunch of crap, but now that she had experienced a strong emotion, she realized he was right.

“What did you feel? Was it a repressed childhood memory? Did you experience the sensation of being at one with the world? What was it?” Jake asked.

Another tear trickled from her eye. She couldn’t help it. The need inside was too great.

“I wish…”

“Yes? You wish?” Jake took one of her hands and squeezed it.

“I can see the whole city from here. I’m taller than the buildings,” Trish said. Her gaze swept across the landscape. “And it made me feel inadequate.”

“This is great! It’s progress, Trish. How did it make you feel inadequate?”
“Because,” Trish said, and she nearly choked on a sob.

“Because?”

Trish would never forgive Jake for making her feel. She pushed him away.

“Because I lack the equipment to properly standing-pee into the horizon.”

Shakes
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This is so funny! Great characterisation and fulfils the brief admirably. Nice to see some Holly here in the new Dog Park.

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I was just waiting for the punchline – and you delivered!

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Irish Wolfhound
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Watching, waiting for the reason why, and the ending was peefect (groan). Nice one, Holly.

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Oh Holly, I just love your take on this. Brilliant!

Sian Brighal
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Wonderful and surprising ending! Great story

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XD XD XD

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He’d probably stared too long at the beautiful blonde as she and her partner climbed the hill. The man had spied him and pulled his blue overcoat around her like a protective shield, but he was unembarrassed – it was free to look.
He’d last seen them sitting together on the wall – an unhindered vantage point, from which to watch the city far below. Again, his breath had been taken away by her golden hair and shapely backside as she perched on the edge next to her partner.
Now, as evening drew close, most people were descending – but not her. She sat alone and, as the last sightseers returned to their cars, he took much longer to stare at her, allowing his mind to fill with salacious fantasies. He saw that she was trembling slightly, her delicate shoulders shook almost imperceptibly, and he surmised that she was crying. Having made this assumption, he spoke.
“My dear, any man that would leave someone as beautiful as you alone up here is not worthy of a single tear.”
Her back stiffened, but she did not turn. Instead, she removed her hand from her coat pocket, patting the surface of the stone wall next to her – sit. Ever the optimistic philanderer, he didn’t stop to consider his options.
His paunch prevented him mounting the wall with ease, and he struggled inelegantly to take a seat beside her. He was dizzy and perspiring when he finally leaned in against her. Concentrating on his quarry, he realised that, rather than crying, she’d been gently laughing -she still was.
“Something amused you my dear?”
She pointed down to the rocky hillside that fell away from the wall. Despite his vertigo, he allowed his gaze to follow her finger. Something about the blue lump lying on the scree slope far beneath them caused him to go cold. He shivered.
For one sweet moment he thought she was putting her arm around him, instead she shoved him with a force that belied her petite frame.
Too late, he realised where her first companion had gone, as both he and the floor now rushed up to meet him

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That second guy really had it coming. Bet she had a bottle of wine waiting. Maybe two. 😉

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Ever the optimistic philanderer…good one.

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Irish Wolfhound
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It was the ‘my dear’ that sealed his fate! Fabulous.

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St Bernard
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Excellent. You’ve got your mojo back 🙂

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Excellent story! Beautifully done. Chills,

Sian Brighal
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Irish Wolfhound
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Fantastic story! Loved the ending. I can so easily picture him rolling down the hillside.

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Ha, what an ending! What is it with this prompt that has had so many of us taking weird roads?

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Six O’Clock Rock

Jenna felt the knot in her stomach throb and burn, like she’d expected, it was not looking good. She looked at her watch again unsurprised to find the same time as thirty seconds earlier: 5:35pm. They’d agreed 5pm in the park above the city for a “make or break chat”. It was her favourite place in the town, but it didn’t mean she wanted to hang around it like a winno or two-bit whore. Brad was running a fine line between dick-head and bastard leaving her here alone all this time. She imagined what her mom would have said about it, leaving her one beloved daughter in a dangerous place with no one to defend her. It made her laugh though; the only one in danger right now would be Brad when he arrived.

But deep down she knew he wasn’t in danger; he wasn’t coming. And she knew it had been coming. It was going to be difficult, she could feel her eyes welling up. Break-up pain had the same effect as squirting the juice of a Scotch Bonnet chilli into her face; stupid tears. If he wasn’t going to break up with her face-to-face then why make the arrangement, it wasn’t like the park was on the way home. Perhaps something had happened to him. Bullshit it had.

She looked out across the city through the warped effect lenses of her tears. The colorful city was beautiful. It had been their city, their home. But now she was going to be navigating it solo again. Brad could go fuck himself; it was not like he did “that” well with her anyway. No loss at all. She wondered whether the Rabbit was still on top of the wardrobe and decided to get some batteries on the way home. She’d need to relax. Maybe some wine too. Wine and batteries – the solo life.

She’d mentally decided 6pm would be the cut-off and when Jenna looked at her watch the magic finish line had been reached and it pleased her. It was time to rock on.

Bastard. Brad the Bastard.

Still, there was wine.

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I like how she quickly went through the stages of grief here. Who needs anything besides batteries and wine anywho? That bastard.

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I’ve been chopping up a lot of chillies lately and had a few similar accidents – so I’ve shared her tears. But good decision on the wine …

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Irish Wolfhound
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There’s always wine. Reliable as hell. Choices, choices. Thank goodness for them. Great story, AJ.

Shakes
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Nice work sir – ‘wine and batteries’ eh? You paint Brad well-enough that I almost hope he’s the guy in my own story in some parallel universe.

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Oh yes! All the feelings–the impatience and pain, sadness and anger of breaking up. She is a resilient girl!

Sian Brighal
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Lovely progression .

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And also the Rabbit with new batteries!

Colin D Smith
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“Coming Home”

P… what’s the word? P…? Power?
P… people? No.
P… parasite? No!!
P… paper? Paper! That’s it. Paper. Paper.
Make b… bull… bullets? No.
Bo… bottles? No!
Bo… bombs. Bombs…
No… I can’t… Not that… No stop stop stop!!! Bullets bombs bullets bombs bullets bombs
BOOKS!
Books yes books books books!
And st.. stones…
Stun… storage… NO NO NO!
Stories. Stories!
Books. Paper. Stories.
Mom reading paper books stories. Stories.
Sm… smoke…?
Smile. Smile!
Smile at stories.
Mom books stories smile.
Take me to the l.
The lib…
The liberation…
Liberate…
Liberary… the library! Library.
Books.
Lots of books.
Library. Books. Mom. Stories. Smile.
Happy.
Where?
What?
What happened?
Where’d the library go?

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I enjoyed this and it is vague enough to keep me thinking on it. My first thought was a stroke or accident victim. Good story.

Colin D Smith
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Thanks, Irene! I don’t want to give too much direction on what I had in mind because I love that flash fiction can leave a lot to the reader’s imagination. And if you’re creating your own version of events from this, then that’s cool. But let me suggest that part of the key to the story (for me) is in the words she doesn’t mean. Cryptic enough? 🙂

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I’ve read this several times now – it intrigues me. I feel like I’m getting closer to the heart of it but would like some guidance from the author.

Colin D Smith
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Some guidance… hmmm… For me, the overriding emotion of this piece is *trauma*. Does that help?

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It does. I’ve been reading about it (regarding Star Trek Discovery, of all things) and it does help.

Sian Brighal
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Intriguing read. It’s like they’re forcing themselves away from and into another line of thinking…like two stories in one.

Irene
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Melancholy, Free-range and Organic
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Ella yearns for a simpler life. To wake to birdsong and scents of forest flora, instead of a screaming alarm clock and exhaust fumes. To sink her hands into deep, dark loam and grow her own chemical-free vegetables. Raise free-run chickens. Bake bread. Sit by the fireplace in evenings, a glass of sweet red organic wine in hand, and read romantic poetry of Byron and Shelley. No intrusive worries about work deadlines, bills to pay, or complicated relationships. To feel authentic and at peace in the world.

She is just one in quarter of a million other people in this hive-city competing for limited resources and trying to survive in a world where survival is the exception and not the rule. The instinct is present at birth as the infant gives her first cry. The rest of her life is spent clawing her way through the muck. Spending money buying things she cannot take to her grave. Mortgages. Pension plans. Retirement savings. Pre-paid funerals. Life spent preparing for death.

Ella feels tired. She rests against the embankment’s rock wall, overlooking the smoggy city. In a room with a quarter million people who are indifferent to her. She couldn’t possibly feel more alone.

The peaceful, solitude of a cabin in the woods, alone with her thoughts and poetry, protected from the world’s harsh realities would be heavenly. But life has taught her to be realistic. She wipes away an indulgent tear. Aside from her boss, nobody will miss her.

Ella stretches her arms out to her sides. Her hair flies free all around her in a grand plumage. She catches an updraft and soars off the cliff, beyond the city, over clear, viridian rivers that flow back to the ocean. A Skylark-Nightingale singing poesy to the wind.

Shakes
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Love the opening, really well-written and those of us of a certain age have the same fantasies weekly! The ending is heart-breaking yet beautiful – the last line a dream. My favourite so far.

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Kind words. I’m glad it resonates with others. Thank you.

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I love this! It’s beautiful and personal, emotional and heartbreaking in its despair and desire to escape. ‘To sink her hands into deep dark loam…’ my favourite line although there are many I could choose. Wonderful story, Irene.

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Thanks so much, Alva. I enjoyed writing this one.

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This is my story. I wasn’t logged in when I submitted it. Oops.

Shakes
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It’s brilliant.

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Ping the King on the tweets (ha!) and he’ll fix it for you. I did the same, but I posted twice, so he deleted the anonymous one. Maybe he can change the one above so it belongs to you, maybe deleting and reposting is faster.

(And now I have to do some writing elsewhere instead of prcrastinating here. I’ll be back later to read everything).

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The desire to escape so strongly and poignantly put.

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Thank you 😁

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Sad and true–and beautiful.

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Thank you 😊

Sian Brighal
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Elegant and haunting. It was suffocating as it beautifully described her dream and fancy. I think I took a breath with her at the end, as though I were jumping too. Lovely piece, thank you.

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Thank you so much for reading and responding, Sian. I’m happy that I’ve engaged imagination and empathy for the character.

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I like how the tone changes from one paragraph to the next, together with the emotions. Brilliant.

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Thank you!

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Memories

A soft glow pillowed the city, streaking it with a citrus haze. It was beautiful … and false. Luckily, Sarah was able to control her feelings and the monitors to which she was attached continued to show a steady heart and pulse.

“Do you recognise this place?” asked a voice.

Sarah nodded, forced herself to focus on her breathing; in, out, in, out, pushed everything, everything, including her guilt down inside herself. Cold seeped through her, her bones chilled by the stone bench to which she had been shackled … but it wasn’t that that made her tremble. From the corner of her eye, she could see another chair, wooden, waiting. It knew. And she shook even more.

The screen zoomed in across the urban sprawl, taking her memory with it as it sent her walking along busy thoroughfares towards home. Her old house stood in front of her—and this time she wasn’t be able to run away. Sarah was absorbed now in this steady retracing of those final hours, not noticing how her body betrayed her to the monitors, how the erratic beeps sent a technician over to the wooden chair to ready it for its next occupant.

Unable to prevent it, her memories were leaching out of the wires and onto the screen, superimposing events over the image. Heart pounding, pulse racing, her guilt took them in through the front door, out to the back room. Daddy in the rocking chair. The fear coursing through her even as she plunged the knife into his back.

“How do you plead?” asked the voice.

She did not need to answer. The monitors had already condemned her. The wooden chair waited.

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Formidable! Palpable rise in tension as the story grew. Love it.

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Wow! Great work Steph – the build up is tense and the ending a kicker. Liked the sci-fi element too.

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Great story. I like the final twist!

Sian Brighal
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Awesome build-up to the end! Love how the words and images create that sense of losing grasp and control and the looming inevitability. Wonder if she felt some relief at the very end, after her guilt condemned her without having to admit it.

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What a story! Relentless, and how it builds. This is great.

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It had me waiting to see how it all developed. Awesome.

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The city yawns and stretches below me.

I have been happy here. I’d lie if I said otherwise. I can recall every moment of my life. That’s my blessing and my curse. And there have been happy days. They must have been happy.

My first kiss. The first time I made love. Finding a job. Buying a house. Freedom.

Freedom.

How curious freedom is. I think it’s not a concept, it’s a feeling. I thought I was free as a teenager, but how wrong I was. But maybe what I’m referring to is independence, and not freedom.

Who knows.

It doesn’t matter any longer.

Is this sadness? It must be. But again, I don’t know.

Because I lied.

I don’t know what happiness is. I never did. I cannot feel anything. I cannot forget: that much is true, but I’m incapable of feeling. But het, conventions say those memories must belong to happy moments. And so I filed them under happy.

There have been many other moments, of course. Not happy. Not unhappy.

No nothing.

It doesn’t matter.

Not to me.

You see, my… dual condition made me perfect for this. Never forget, never feel.

I call in the air strike, and I stay here, watching how the city slowly disappears in the pits of hell.

Shakes
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Woah – that ending comes up and hits hard. Liked the duality of the narrator -photographic memory, lack of empathy or any other emotion. Fab.

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Thank you!

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The dispassionate nature of this man shines through. A necessary quality I’d say considering his job.

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Thanks (though she’s obviously a woman 😉 ).

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The picture always disappears for me when I read the story! (And it could’ve been a man … in a wig 🙂 )

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Payback time for this bitter soul, Vicente. Final line packs the punch.

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Thanks. I’m trying different rricks, and lately it’s slow delivery, but this time I went for the sudden final surprise.

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I like how this stream of consciousness ends. Good one, Vicente!

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Thank you! In fact, I’ve decided that I’m going to try and write these FlashFeed pieces in one go, just letting it flow. See what I can come up with and what happens. And I’m happy so far!

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Interestingly cold story…even as they’re about to destroy a city, they’re contemplating some aspect of themselves which ultimately doesn’t matter. The whole thing becomes chilling. The build-up is fantastic. Great read.

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Thank you!

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A nice place to visit

Risa waited at the appointed time and place. Once again, she checked the coordinates. These devices were unreliable, but they were quite useful. No wonder people were so attached to them.

She put down the smartphone and looked out at the city. It was a hazy morning, and the view was spectacular. For a moment, she was dizzy with an almost overwhelming feeling of nostalgia for the moss-covered lava fields and red skies of home.

Still, the city was a nice place to visit. There were libraries and laboratories. and all sorts of places with things to eat. It had been a successful mission. Yes, it would be possible to live here!

Yes, especially if one were an attractive young female. The Leader had chosen well. She stretched her long legs, fingered her long blonde hair. Would she miss this body? Many males had offered to buy her dinner. There had been such enlightening encounters! She had samples of their DNA to add to her report.

There was a shimmer in the clouds, like a ripple in a stream, and Risa watched the ship land on the rooftop. The hatch opened and the Leader emerged.

Well done, the Leader said. I look forward to reading your report. Now, it’s time to go home.

Risa did not ask if she could keep the body, the disguise that had served so well and allowed her to walk among the people here..

She would not tell the others about the one boy, Tim, who had asked her to stay with him, to watch the sunrise .

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Aww I love the scifi theme of this story. The DNA bit gave me a giggle. Well done, Voima.

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Oh I’m glad you liked it. Thank you!

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Yes it did!

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Gorgeous other-worldliness throughout this tale, Voima. Reality and fantasy fuse brilliantly. Well done you.

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Thanks so much Alva.

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Great story! Love the line about collecting DNA samples. A promising and lovely end.

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Scifi, scifi. Loved the story, loved the hint of humour, loved the romantic ending.

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Lucky Dip

There’s just too much down there. So much going on; so much that reaches inside to yank something out. Feels like you’re a lucky dip, where needy and greedy fingers scrape your sides, squeezing the feeling they need to win for ripeness and sweetness, and you smile, or weep, or yell or laugh….whatever it is they pull out. Get it wrong and it’s just junk hurled back, dissatisfaction and disappointment etched on faces and pouring from mouths. Get it right and it’s paraded around…like some bizarre trophy.

And in this mad carnival full of eager punters, you forget these prizes are not for them. With all the noise, demands and probing fingers it never comes to mind that none of you is theirs to rummage through and take. You’re no one’s lucky dip or pick-n-mix. But shame and fear and expectations become the shreds that cover what’s hidden, keeping the game going.

Away from it, with only the cool wind which never takes or expects, honest emotions come out from hiding, no longer fearful of being grabbed and used. Sitting alone, the selfless wind carries away the secret truths of what you feel…and the whispered promises that tomorrow, the lucky dip will no longer be an attraction.

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You’re no one’s lucky dip…i like this!

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Thank you 🙂

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A nice place to visit

Risa waited at the appointed time and place. Once again, she checked the coordinates on the phone. These devices were unreliable, but they were quite useful. No wonder people were so attached to them.

She put down the smartphone and looked out at the city. It was a hazy morning, and the view was spectacular. For a moment, she was dizzy with an almost overwhelming feeling of nostalgia for the moss-covered lava fields and red skies of home.

Still, the city was a nice place to visit. There were libraries and laboratories, and all sorts of places with things to eat. It had been a successful mission. Yes, it would be possible to live here!

Yes, especially if one were an attractive young female. The Leader had chosen well. She stretched her long legs, fingered her long blonde hair. Would she miss this body? Many males had offered to buy her dinner. There had been such enlightening encounters! She had samples of their DNA to add to her report.

There was a shimmer in the clouds, like a ripple in a stream, and Risa watched the ship land on the rooftop. The hatch opened and the Leader emerged.

Well done, the Leader said. I look forward to reading your report. Now, it’s time to go home.

Risa did not ask if she could keep the body, the disguise that had served so well and allowed her to walk among the people here..

She would not tell the others about the one boy, Tim, who had asked her to stay with him, and watch the sunrise.

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