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Flash: Waitress

June 26, 2013 by

The fans swirled overhead, yet the air was overheated. She felt desiccated, confused by her presence in the diner straight from a bad 50’s movie. Looking in the window, she saw herself a vision straight from pinup art.

“What the hell, “she thought, “you would never catch me dead in this get up.”

Suddenly the door swung open and with the tall man who came through the door came an underlying scent of rotten eggs.

“Waitress, coffee dammit!”

She looked again, noticed the tail twitching beneath the long coat.

“Oh, no. I am a waitress in Hell.”

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This week’s word is Waitress. The word limit is 100 words. This one comes in at 97.

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This is dedicated to all those people in the service industry who believe they are doing you a favor by waiting on you, answering your questions, answering the phone, bringing your food, taking your order or any of the other sundry things they are paid to do. Yes, I know there are many in the service industry that do a great job, unfortunately there are far too many who do not. 

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Flash: Tablecloth

June 19, 2013 by

Under the flickering candlelight, she drew pure silver thread through her fingers, creating intricate knots. Each knot leading to the next, a web of silver and when it was done, she attached silver fringe along the edge. She spread the silver masterpiece gently across the table she had been working at; a tablecloth fit for a king, her smile was incandescent as she considered her work.

The full moon was radiant tonight, lighting the room. The wolf song surrounded her cabin as she waited by the open door with her net of silver, fit for king or an alpha wolf.

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This week’s word is Tablecloth. The word limit is 100 words. This one comes in at 100.

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Flash: Scurvy

June 15, 2013 by

Friday nights were always the same, he dragged in stinking of beer, she expected it even left the porch light on too prevent falls. He was an easy drunk, never making it down the hall instead passing out on the floor where she would throw a blanket over him after the requisite 20-minute wait time.

Tonight was different; she smelled the sour tang of blood and vomit as soon as the door opened. She heard him howling in pain. He stumbled into the bedroom, head lolling to the side, teeth blackened as if by scurvy, weeping.

Who was he?

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This week’s word is Scurvy. The word limit is 100 words. This one comes in at 99.

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Flash: Cantina

June 11, 2013 by

The verdant hillside rippled with the last of the day’s heat, the scent of fresh turned earth and olive trees carried on the breeze. Lizza sat alone in the cantina, sipping wine and watching as both tourists and workers arrived, taking seats throughout the patio.

As the sun set a delicate fragrance caught her attention, Jasmine, one of her favorites; she hadn’t noticed before True Jasmine planted throughout the courtyard. She considered the rest of the courtyard, Oleander out front, Belladonna and Foxglove in planters on all the windows.

What had she stepped into? Just then, her dinner was served.

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This week’s word is Cantina. The word limit is 100 words. This one comes in at 100.

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Flash: Crystal

June 7, 2013 by

Her laughter, the tinkling of the crystal chandelier as the breeze played through it each time the door opened; she drew all eyes in the room without conscious thought. Waiters stumbled over themselves bringing her another flute of champagne, another tray of hors d’oeuvre to select from with her perfectly manicured fingers.

She was once one of them; they remembered her. She gently smiled and thanked them, then searched the room. Whom would she allow a dance tonight, to hold her close to beg her favor? The room held its collective breath, anticipation palpable.

True crooked her finger and danced.

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This week’s word is Crystal. The word limit is 100 words. This one comes in at 100.

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Flash: Parboil

June 1, 2013 by

Heat rises in waves from parched ground, as far as the eye can see the land cracks in spider web patterns, nearly shattered. The only thing interrupting the desolation of the featureless landscape is the asphalt of the two-lane highway splitting the desert in half and continuing into the far horizon before him. The sun has only been up an hour, he has to make it through to the next town before the worst of the day heat hits.

‘Why did he think this metal deathtrap would make it across hell in high summer?’

The sun higher in the sky the car rattles in protest, steam rising from under the hood. His skin prickles with heat; sweat trickles down his back and pools on the seat. With a last rattle, the car comes to a standstill.

‘That’s it; I will parboil in my own sweat what an end.’

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This week’s word is Parboil. The word limit is 150 words. This one comes in at 148.

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Flash: Fork

May 26, 2013 by

“I am called Jane, it is not my name but it will do.”

The lands will not yield sustenance, dust the only crop farmers have reaped for many a year. When they chased us from our once verdant lands, my grandmother laid a curse and now it is come to pass for as far as I can see, just dust and dying trees.

They call me Jane, but I am Ama Tsigili of my people, Water Witch. I carry with me the Elm Fork of my Grandmother, smoothed by her hands and the hands of my mother before me. I could find the buried water for them, my enemies as they beg me to do I could lift the curse of my grandmother. I could return fertility to the land they brought us to.

“I am called Jane; I left my people along the Trail of Tears, unburied.”

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This week’s word is Fork. The word limit is 150 words. This one comes in at 148.

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Flash: Buffet

May 23, 2013 by

Strobe lights flash over the room, blue then white and finally red. A slow eerie wail pierces the crowd noise and the curtains draw back in time with the slow beat of a single drum.

Head thrown back inky hair flows nearly to her waist, she stands still as a statue the only thing moving is white fog swirling up around perfect legs. Spotlights flash on either side, mirror images heads bowed, supplicants.

She moves down the steps, the drum beats faster. Her hips move flowing as if unhinged, fluid. All eyes follow her, silent and worshipful; this is the moment they have waited for. The mirror images move, lift their heads and join her in dance; their bodies move together, clothing drops. A veritable buffet a cornucopia of womanhood on display before a room of wolves and the room erupts in whistles and dollar bills.

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This week’s word is Buffet. The word limit is 150 words. This one comes in at 146.

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Flash Fiction: Galley

May 21, 2013 by

Sweat streamed in her eyes, trickled down her back causing the woolen shirt to stick wherever it touched. The sun beat down with a rhythm matching the bass drum beaten by the monster in the stern. Worse, the whistle of the whip flew past her, landing on other shoulders and backs, their pitiful groans reminding her what would all too soon be her fate.

All around her men pulled oars, backs burned black from the sun. Faces sucked dry of moisture, eyes deadened with pain. They wondered one thing, why didn’t she rid herself of the encumbrance of shirt, pants and hose. Why continue in this terrible heat fully clothed, baking unnecessarily when all around her were stripped to their skivvies.

They were unaware she was a girl, hidden in boys clothing as a lark she has been ‘pressed as a Galley slave to the Kings service.

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This week’s word is Galley. The word limit is 150 words. This one comes in at 147.

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Flash: Busboy

May 15, 2013 by

He stares down the long hall, his cart empty, sweat beading his upper lip and inside his cap. His knees are weak and his hands shaking did he really sign up for this?

“Open”, he shouts. The gate creaks back.

Arriving at the first door, he flips the lock, “push through your tray”. Grabbing it, he throws it on the cart proceeds to the next door.

“Unbelievable, I am a busboy on Death Row.”

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This week’s word is Busboy. The word limit is 75 words. This one comes in at 74.

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