My Flash Fictions

The Girl

“No! Stop it!” he cried. He sounded so pitiful he turned all the parents’ heads in the park. But his face was just being tickled by his beloved dog’s tongue. The boy got up and petted his dog. The dog wagged his tail happily. “Oh, alright. Just one more game of Race-to-the-Sand and then we really ought to go home.” The dog jumped around happily and pleased with himself.

“Ready, set, GO!” yelled the boy as they raced towards the sandbox. The boy looked back at his dog who was right on his tail and just as he turned his head back around to see where he was going, WHACK! He ran into Sally Bishop. The girl he liked who lived down the street.

The Little Adventurer

There was a smile I saw today that made my heart do the same. The park was filled with many little children, but my eyes watched the little curly blond adventurer who was sailing across the playground in her shiny red metal ship. The steering wheel turned round and round as she sailed this way and that. You could hear laughs and giggles and see the biggest smile. The little boys playing with her were manning the ships mechanical parts and calling out that there was danger ahead. Their Captain swerved back and forth dodging and avoiding the sharks, rocks and other deadly things they passed on their adventure. They soon heard the mother ship calling for them and as they reached their destination, they pulled to a stop, but their imaginations kept running full speed. As I sat there and watched the mothers of those three children prepare to take them home for their naps, I held my round stomach and felt the little adventurer inside me kick. I smiled as I thought of the adventures I would have with my own children.

Mr. Frederickson

The rain poured hard outside. Widowed Mrs. Harris looked out at it with a far away look on her face. It was this day 5 years ago that her beloved husband died. It rained on this day ever since. Her mind flipped through memories she had with Charlie. The day they met. The day the got married. The picnics they had. The day the hospital called her to tell her that her husband was there and she should get there right away. The funeral, where all those who came failed at comforting her. Knock, knock! She went over to the door and opened it. Mr. Fredrickson was standing there. He was drenched. “Good day, Carrie.” he said with a smile. She smiled back and looked down at his hands. He held flowers.