Fall Flash – 10

Shattered silence, broken dreams the alarm screams inharmoniously as an arm snakes out from under the covers to slam the snooze button, nothing happens the world does not return to quiet.

Grabbing the pillow, Bobbie Sue covers her head, wills herself back to sleep without success. Flickering neon lights her room in mad flashes from the flop across the road. The discordant sound of alarms breaking her sleep, nothing but police sirens.

How did she arrive here she wonders as she looks around the dismal space she calls home, stained bedding, rough towels and falling plaster. The flicker of the neon warns her, the sun will soon be down, it is time to get up. The street calls, her choices brought her to this corner of Hell; the transformation of Bobbie Sue to someone called Peaches.

Broken dreams, shattered innocence. Could she ever go home again?


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  1. Excellent flash. You captured the emotion and the struggle so well. Pesky police sirens. For me? It is always a stinking lawnmower.

  2. Gray Dawster says:

    It is sad to have this realisation of life but then her inner
    strength will carry her through these darker times. The road
    travelled is sometimes the hardest path to tread, and yet
    through one’s life adventure there is a lesson to be learnt.

    This is a wonderful flash Val πŸ™‚

    Andro xxxx

    • Or maybe it is simply a road to carry her home again, some days it is just laying feet where they need to be. Thank you Andro.

      • Gray Dawster says:

        This is very true Val, I enjoy these flashes as we can
        interpret lots of different scenarios, both for the writer
        and the reader, which makes flashing so exciting I think πŸ™‚

        Andro xxxx

  3. The rough side of life is a tough road. Peaches needs herself a wake-up call but not for standing on a street corner.

  4. Sad intro to Bobbie Sue now Peaches, You would be excellent Val at writing short stories, like a previous comment we wait for the next chapter..

    • Ah but these are the stories all unto themselves. We have only to wonder, left with this terrible question, can she go home? I of course believe in the spirit of our compassion, even for ourselves. So my answer has to be always yes.

  5. I want MORE ))))) XXxxxxxxxx

  6. I think Peaches can make that transition back if she can deal with her own self-worth problem. Others have.

  7. Dark or not, I got this one just before I came to the end. It was the mention of the sun going down soon. A good hint to ponder before racing to the end. I like to read these slowly to savour every word. Well done. Awesome.

  8. I read the first bit and saw every morning of my life. (Ask my husband how many times each morning I hit the snooze button). But as I read on, you made me feel very lucky indeed!

  9. “…the sun will soon be down…”

    That’s when I caught on. What a life and lived by more than we imagine.

    In the 1990s I read a report that there were 500,000 streetwalkers in Taipeh, Taiwan – one city! Their Govt slammed that report by the NGO.


    • This is true Eric, there are so many across the world. Hard to believe how many young men and women have slipped through the cracks of our supposedly civil society, isn’t it?

      Yet, their humanity remains. They are truthfully just like us, with hopes, dreams and pain.

  10. I have no idea how, but the Peaches concept came to me a few lines earlier. Woo hoo … and well done!

  11. Nicely done, Val. The last line is especially powerful, as it the one about the sun going down rather than up. Great metaphor! So curious to know how these ideas come to you!

    Hugs from Ecuador,

    • I don’t know Kathy, I ponder the words and consider how to best tell stories that are both true to lives unusual and that might cause us all to think. Sometimes they are taken from people I have met over the years. Sometimes the stories are based on what I have seen during my volunteer work.

      I am glad you like these, I am in a bit of a darker space with this set of Fall words but trying to tell stories that don’t entirely send me or my wonderful readers off the pier.

      Love back


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