Flash Fiction

I’m big on giving credit where credit is due, and this time I must give credit to a wonderful friend and fellow author, Madi Merek. You can find this beautiful soul on Twitter @MadiMerek and on wordpress The Madi Merek

I’ve come to discover that I love the idea of flashfics. I’m not too talented at them myself, but I do very much enjoy reading the words of other writers. I encourage you all to join me here and share your beautiful words.

The rules for flashfics are fairly simple. There will be a prompt, either a picture or quote, from which each author will drawn inspiration. The word count is 100 minimum to 500 maximum. Include your twitter handle with your story, as well as the word count. Genre need not be included, but I accept everything, so write to your heart’s content, be it Sci-Fi, romance, angst, or anything else. I look forward to reading your pretty words!

Today’s prompt will stay up until Saturday, so take your time. Also, if your muse pokes you and tells you to write a poem, a romance story, and a SciFi/Fantasy, go for it. Share it with your friends and encourage them to write as well.

Daddy daughter

Author: Tinsley Warren

Twitter: @TinsleyWarren

Words: 347

Standing at the airport was tiring. My feet hurt, my stomach growled, and all I wanted to do was put my head down and sleep. My husband rubbed a reassuring hand down my back as he rested his other hand on my growing stomach.

“This was so nice of you.” He whispered as he pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

“How could I deny him?” I sighed as I looked down at my two year old.

Her head leaned against her stroller as she tried to fight against the sleep that was tugging at her eyelids.

When I looked at her, I saw him. It was hard not to. She didn’t match my paleness, instead she got her father’s beautiful tan skin. Her hair wasn’t red like mine, but dark and smooth like his. People at the supermarket would look at my family a little weird. She didn’t look anything like my blond haired, blue eyed husband. But that didn’t stop him from spoiling her like she was his own.

He came into my life at a very trying time. I didn’t know the first thing about being a single parent and he helped to show me that I might not have to do everything alone.

The sound of clapping snapped me out of my thoughts and I saw the troops as they came in. The crowd was cheering and there were tears streaming down faces as loved ones reconnected. The smile on my face was wide as I surveyed the scene before me.

It was as if we were attached by magnets, I could feel a pull and there he was. He looked older than before with lines around his eyes, but that didn’t stop him from looking any less handsome.

He held my stare until our daughter stole his attention.

“Daddy, daddy!” She yelled as she ran into his arms.

Watching him cradle her to his chest did something to me. If I never loved him before, why did my heart feel like it was going to burst out of my chest?

1 thought on “Flash Fiction

  1. madimerek

    198 words.

    It’s the first time I held her in my arms. My little girl has grown up without me, and there’s nothing to blame but the goddamn war and the politicians who insist it’s worth the fight.

    “Give up your time,” they touted. “It’s your duty to your country.”

    “Give up your arm or a leg,” they said. “It’s your patriotic duty.”

    “Give up your life, you’ll be forever memorialized for your sacrifice,” they promised, as though dying were the mark of manhood.

    But now I’m home, and do you know what I’ve found? Cuts and furloughs and shutdowns and defunding of the psych treatments I so desperately need after the shit I saw over there.

    I’ve got a wife and daughter eating macaroni and cheese and cheerios day in and day out, and I can’t even afford to buy them Chick-fil-A. Not that it matters. The ones who say they love us and support us the most, are the ones who always vote the assholes in who find ways of shutting us down and shutting us up.

    Oh, yeah, and I get to go back in six months.

    Anarchy seems a little sweeter all the time.



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