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Awakening – FFC2018 Week 3

Week three of Said Bree Flash Fiction Challenge 2018:

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“Your MC is on vacation with a group of friends in a strange place. The next morning, one of them has disappeared….”, under 1000 words, and posted before midnight January 15, 2018. – The rules.

Well, unfortunately, the main character, in the story below, hijacked the story. Not sure if it qualifies as fulfilling the prompt anymore. Let me know what you think in the comments. Did I fail the prompt? Or is it more in the spirit of the prompt?

Either way, some times you just have to let your character have his way. Right? He does have the better POV.


Leann Holland

From the parking lot across the road, Alan watched them pull up to the valet parking of the hotel through binoculars. The lack of recognition on their faces said it all. The memory implants were still solidly in place.

Crap! That was going to make this so much harder.

Five years looked good on them especially Faye, his former girlfriend. Research had it that Ward and Madeline were no longer together as a couple. Mick and Naomi were married with three and four year old daughters left behind with Naomi’s best friend’s mother. The five of them walked in together mostly laughing and joking.

Doing a quick visual sweep around his car, Alan activated his personal cloaking tech and climbed out the window of his car. Car doors opening and closing on their own drew unwanted attention.

Alan followed the group to their rooms on the first floor close to a back entrance. After their doors closed, he planted a small camera. Alan hoped that his cloak would work on the five of them, but there was no available research to confirm that memory implants impaired the Whastlean’s vision, as they have greater visual spectrum than Earthlings.

After moving his car closer to the back entrance with his cloak turned on, Alan approached Ward’s room. His hand held one of the small nodule injectors. Timing, it all came down to timing. He knocked.

“What the hell?” Ward muttered before falling into the door. Alan carried him to the second double bed. Coming to, Ward opened his eyes muttering, “What the hell, man?”

“It’ll become clearer in a few minutes.” Alan hoped Ward would be forgiving, but stayed close to the door just in case.

Ward rubbed his face sitting up slowly. “This is a lot to take in,” he said, as memories rushed in and others faded.

“The experts said it would. I wouldn’t know it didn’t work on me in the first place.”

“So that’s why you and Faye broke up?”

“Yeah, I couldn’t remember the events as the same as her since the memory implant didn’t work. So they pulled me out.” Alan explained.

“What did you end up doing?”

“Officially a training instructor at a local fitness center, unofficially, I worked with the new and upcoming teams.”

“Do they all have recall dates like this?”

“It varies depending on assignments and failure rates.” After a minute of silence, Alan continued. “I am worried about Naomi and Mick. They went and started a family.” Alan threw his hands up in the air.

“Well, at the time, it seemed like a good thing. Now, I see your dilemma.” Ward agreed, adding, “Are we bringing the girls with us at this time?”

“Originally, I was supposed to activate you all, but recent intelligence indicates I can only active one. I choose you.”

“We can’t accomplish the mission on our own.” Ward said standing.

“Not a problem to worry about tonight, but I suspect we will be using agents from other classes.”

Alan stood as well, “Are you ready to leave?”

Ward nodded.

“Leave everything. We’ll use the cloak to walk out without being seen.”

“Are we using that regularly?” Ward asked.

“The scientists have been able to tune the personal cloak into the human visual spectrum now.” Holding up his hands, black rubber gloves covered them. They slipped out the door, making their way down the hall, when Madeline opened the door.

“Hi, Ward. Alan, is that you?” she asked.

Alan put his hand holding another injection on her shoulder and down she went. Ward caught her and carried her. She blinked out of existence on the security cam.

“To the car, let’s hurry!” Alan whispered, “We can’t cloak voices yet.”
A few minutes later, Madeline came to in the car “Wow! I feel like I have been sleep walking for the last five years.”

With their cloaks activated, the three watched on planted cameras as Faye discover Madeline and Ward missing. The police were unable to do anything. Madeline and Ward were adults, no indications of foul play and a malfunctioning security camera.

Naomi, Mick, and Faye, not getting anywhere with the officials and nowhere to turn no matter how loud they protested, walked back in the glass doors of the airport. Naomi clung to Mick’s arm. Worry etched into their sleepless eyes.

“My flight leaves first from gate 14D,” Faye said, “You guys call me when you land in Philadelphia, please.”

Naomi nodded, “Please keep in contact. I sure hope they call us when they get back home as well.” Nervously, she chewed on her fingernails. They hugged and went their separate ways.

“Should we grab Faye today?” Alan asked. “Yeah, I know what intelligence reported, but no one seems to be paying any attention to them.”

“But if another one comes up missing on the same trip, from the same group?” Madeline questioned. She was the planner/organizer of the group.

“Alan, I know you miss Faye, but I think we have to listen to Madeline and intelligence.” Ward placed his hand on Alan’s shoulder.

Alan flinched.

Ward threw his hands up in the air. “Hey, man, it’s me, your friend. I know it’s been a long five years, but surely, you made other friends?”

“No, not really. Coworkers, acquaintances, not friends. There wasn’t time.”

“I’m sorry, Alan.” They echoed.

After verifying the planes left the ground, the three ambled to the car. In silence, the three drove to the nearest safe house.

©2018 Leann Holland

Edited 1/22/18 only to add link to the continued story.

Awakening Part 2


Right Time, Right Place?

Week two of Said Bree’s Flash Fiction Challenge 2018:

“Wrong time, wrong place…”, under 1000 words, and posted before midnight January 8, 2018. – The rules.

Right Time, Right Place?
Leann Holland

“I couldn’t . . . it was the wrong time, wrong place . . .” Ivena said.

“Maybe you just need to give it more time.” Recie said, swirling the coffee in the bottom of her cup. “But I really thought you loved going out on New Year’s Eve.”
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“Me, too, I guess, I really enjoyed New Year’s Eve with Rodney.” Ivena replied.

“You’re young. You’ve got time.”

“I don’t feel young anymore.” Ivena ran her hand through her long white tresses. “Maybe I should do something with this?” She waved a curl or two into the air.

“Your hair is beautiful. Don’t change it for anyone.” A stranger, with green eyes staring down at her, said.

“I’m sorry?” Ivena said. Her eyes opened wide.

Jumping in, Recie added, “He’s right, you know.” She patted Ivena’s right arm.

“Sorry to interrupt, it’s just that you don’t see beautiful white hair very often anymore.” He smiled.

He was probably about their age, mid-fifties, Ivena guessed. His hair was a distinguished salt and pepper.

“What would your wife say if she caught you saying that to another woman?” Ivena asked.

Standing at the end of their table his eyes got sad, “Before she passed she would have loved to have any color of hair.”

“Oh! I’m sorry.” Ivena muttered.

Holding two cups, he looked around the coffee shop. “Give me just a second.” He dashed off.

Ivena was determined not to watch. She failed. Out of the corner of her brown eyes, she saw him stop at a group of twenty somethings, and pass a cup off to one of the young men.

Returning to their table, he said, “Chad Revco, ladies. Thank you for rescuing me from my son and some of his former high school classmates.”

“Reice Bedell. Looks like a nice bunch of kids.” Reice’s oldest daughter’s boyfriend sat among the group.

“Yeah, but once we get off the topic of classic rock we don’t have much in common.” Chad said.

Reice nodded and added, “Haven’t seen you at the school?” After his eyebrows rose, she added, “My high school senior is dating Erik Pettit.”

“Seems like a nice kid. We moved here during my wife’s treatment to be near her parents. So my in-laws have taken care of most of the school stuff since my commute was so much longer.” His face clouded while he spoke. “Being closer to their grandparents was and is good for both our kids and them. Are you natives of this area?” He asked keeping eye contact with Ivena.

“My husband is . . . was.” Ivena stuttered, “We met in college.”

Reice chimed in, “I am. We, Ivena and I, met in church. What?” she looked at Ivena, “Twenty plus years ago?”

“Seems like a life time ago.” Ivena teased.

“Two husbands ago,” Reice laughed. At the polite cough, Reice added, “I’m divorced but dating someone seriously.” She looked over at Ivena. What should she say? “She’s been a widow, eighteen months now. Not dating!” Reice howled when Ivena kicked her under the table.

Chad looked over at Ivena, “Those are rough times. People telling you, it’s time to start dating. Not sure where you really fit.” He took a swig of his coffee. “Do you have any children?”

“No, we never did.” Ivena wondered if she would ever feel normal. It wasn’t normal in their small city for a married couple to choose not to have children. Some people jumped to conclusions right or wrong. “Not even fur babies, as I have heard them referred to.”

“Are you lonely?” He asked politely. “I know I was, even in a room or house full of people. I just missed my Kelly.”

Here was someone that understood. Ivena stammered, “Yes . . . Yes, I am lonely.” It would be great to have a friend that understood. While Reice understood loss on one level, because divorce was a loss, just a different kind. She never wanted to have to see or deal with Dennis again. Ivena would give anything to have the opportunity to see and talk to Rod again, even for a few minutes.

“If you’re okay with talking about it, how did he pass?” Chad asked.

“Wrong place, wrong time – car accident,” Ivena said. It was freeing to talk about it. Her world was so small. Everyone knew or it didn’t’ matter. How had she let that happen? Now, her life was work, church, and home.

“Have you talked to anyone?” Chad asked.

“Of course, I haven’t locked myself away.” Ivena replied. Her small her inner voice whispered, haven’t you?

“Sorry,” he looked down at the table, while continuing, “Friends and family mean well, but a grief support group helped me. They even had some books that helped.”

“You sound like a counselor.” Reice teased.

He blinked, “Sorry nothing that altruistic.” Turning to Ivena, He added, “I am interested in being friends for now. Even more maybe when you’re ready, here’s my number.” Chad handed her his business card. “Got to go catch up with my ride. Good day, Ladies.” Chad dashed out.

Reice and Ivena watched as he ran out the door.

“Do you think his son forgot him?” Reice asked laughing.

“Looks like it.” Ivena said smiling wide.

“Are you upset by what he said?”

“No, just a little scared.” Ivena said, twisting her hair.

“Wrong time, wrong place?” Reice asked.

“No, I am thinking, right time, right place.” Ivena smiled.

©2018 Leann Holland

Thank you for reading my flash fiction. Sorry, I ran out of time to do more proof reading and I was having difficulties getting the paragraph settings correct. Hope you didn’t have too hard of a time following along.

Thank you again.



13 Week Streak Summer Flash Fiction – Week 8 Take Two

Week eight of Thain in Vain and Drafty Devil bringing us the 13-Week Streak Summer Flash Fiction challenge. 500 words, one story using the prompt, enjoy! Oops, this is the second short story using this prompt.

Prompt: Prompt – Week 8
Will you tell this story from the perspective of the bombshell, the couple or a short-order cook flipping burgers?
A couple is seated in a booth at a diner when a red-headed bombshell walks in and sits down at their table.

Take Two


Kim Izzy

Lola felt the eyes follow her. Yes, she was overdressed for a simple diner in the middle of the day. The black velvet tea length fifties vintage cocktail dress was . . . well, definitely, out of place.

She swung her auburn locks off her bare shoulders, emphasizing her ample cleavage.

What was he doing here? She’d sworn if she ever saw Richmond again, she was going to kill him.

She teetered on three inch heels. She hated heels but she liked being five foot four. Although, she needed more practice in them.

Just a few more steps, she slid into the booth with the Carmisino’s

“Lola, thank you for joining us,” Mr. Carmisino said, looking over his shoulder at Richmond, “We can’t offer you a room or help.”

Lola felt tears prick at the back of her eyes. She wanted to be surprised, but Richmond threatened her with this, all their friends and family refusing to help her. She couldn’t blame them. Her previous lifestyle combined with his lies made helping sound risky.

Mrs. Carmisino patted her hand pressing something into Lola’s palm. “We are so sorry, dear.” She shook her head barely enough for Lola to register.

“Thank you Mr. & Mrs. Carmisino.” Lola stood to leave keeping her hand clamped shut. Turning, her right heel slid out from underneath her.

Richmond was at her side as she straightened back up, his hand under her elbow. She yanked her arm away.

“Lola, let me help you.”

Turning to face him, “You don’t want to help but you want to control and own me. Well, you can’t. I won’t let you.” Resuming her teetering steps, she held her head high. Once the door closed behind her, under the bright blue sky, Lola let the tears stream down her face. What was she going to do now?

Which way to turn? She was officially homeless. Where could she go? Back to the nursing home and Shirley, she needed to return the dress and shoes. Shirley was wrong dressing for success didn’t ensure success.

Slowly opening her fingers, she read the note. Her fingers clenched. Lola unclenched her fingers releasing the paper into her other palm. A different kind of tear streamed now, tears of hope.


Thank you for reading!

Kim Izzy


13 Week Streak Summer Flash Fiction – Week 8 – Doubt

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Week eight (hint – 1st story) of Thain in Vain and Drafty Devil bringing us the 13-Week Streak Summer Flash Fiction challenge. 500 words, one story using the prompt, enjoy!


Kim Izzy

Vicki Howay walked into the Flag Diner off the interstate. She knew she was over dressed, but Ila was pushing her. She spotted only one couple that met the description. It was easy as there was only one couple in the diner. How had Ila known?

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Doubt by Kim Izzy

Vicky could feel the eyes of the other patrons on her. While continuing her progress towards the couple, she focused on the hundred or so folk art style American flags of all sizes, shapes, and colors that decorated the walls of the diner.

“Mr. Justin Webber?” she said, stopping at the end of yellow formica table.

“Do I know you?”

“No, but your dead wife sent me,” Vicky winced. She hated this aspect of this gift/curse. Half the people didn’t believe in her ability. A quarter thought she was a liar. The last quarter, well, would fall for anything. What category would Justin Webber fall?

“My dead wife?” he asked a frown tugged at the corners of his lips. “As you can see,” he pointed to the lady sitting across from him, “My wife is very much alive.”

Vicky was quiet for a moment with a look of concentration on her face. “Ila?”

“No,” Justin’s eyes narrowed, “What are you up to?”

Vicky eyed the blond sitting across from him. She didn’t look like a killer. When Ila poured her heart out, Vicky had no doubts, but looking at the couple changed her feelings. She didn’t want to help a vengeful spirit. She also didn’t want to let a murderer go free.

“Clara, scoot over,” Vicky demanded sliding in even though Clara didn’t budge, “How did you and Justin meet?”

“You’re the physic, shouldn’t you know?” Clara replied icily.

This is why she got out of the business, Vicky fumed.

“Well . . . ,” Vicky took a deep breath, “According to Ila, you and her were high school pals who’d lost touch, found each other on social media. You gave her poisoned coffee over the last several months of her life, then started making moves on Justin here.”

Clara’s face was blotchy and Justin’s jaw fell open.

“I was trying to avoid accusing you out right but I have other things to do. I am feeling rather annoyed at the moment. Not sure why I got involved.” Vicky stood up to leave. Mumbling, hopefully quietly enough for no one but Ila to hear, “I told you I suck at this. Now, leave me alone.”

As Vicky reached for the door, she felt a hand on her arm.

“Not so fast, you . . . you . . .”

“”Lady” is the word you are searching for,” Vicky said smiling sweetly.

Clara’s hand flew back. Vicky didn’t have time to prepare as Clara’s fist connected with her left cheek. Vicky’s head snapped back, falling on her bottom.

“That’s for casting doubt.” Tears streamed down Clara’s face.

Justin pulled Clara into his arms whispering, “I know you’re innocent. Ila got it wrong.”


13 Week Streak Summer Flash Fiction – Week 7

2017 13 week Streak Summer Flash Fiction Thain in VainWeek seven of Thain in Vain and Drafty Devil bringing us the 13-Week Streak Summer Flash Fiction challenge. 500 words, one story using the prompt, enjoy!

Prompt:  A boy puts a quarter in a gumball machine and a human tooth comes out.

The Gumball Caper


Kim Izzy


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The Gumball Caper by Kim Izzy


Timmy stood there staring at his hand. Tears streamed down his face. He snuck away from Mommy while she was in aisle six so that he could sneak back without her knowing. He’d gotten two cavities, whatever those were, last week at the dentist and now mommy wouldn’t let him have candy or gum.

Raiding the change in the sofa, he’d found a quarter. Daddy always let them have any change found. Usually they didn’t care because Mommy gave them quarters.

He’d better get back before Mommy realized he was gone. Turning he saw mommy rushing towards him. Oh, no!

Tears rushed down his face now.

“Timmy, what’s wrong? What happened?” Mommy yelled across the store.

Timmy couldn’t speak. His face felt hot, everyone was staring at him.

“Did someone hurt you?” Mommy asked dragging Dylan by the hand, pushing Ida Marie in a cart.

A crowd gathered. He was scared. When mommy reached him, Timmy opened his hand.
The yellowish/white tooth received a round of “uh, gross” from the crowd.

Mom’s eyes narrowed, “Timothy, where did you get that?”

He pointed to the gumball machine two steps away.

She reached down into Little Ida Marie’s diaper bag, pulling out two wet wipes. She took the tooth out of his hand with one.

Thrusting the other into his hands, Mom ordered, “Here wipe very, very good.”

She watched him carefully. It scared him. When he finished, the wipe was reddish brown.

“When we get home, you and I will have a long talk.” She turned to the crowd. “He’s okay. I will go talk to the manager regarding this matter.” Her comments didn’t stop the crowd from following them to the store’s office.

Mommy pushed him with her body towards the door. Why were they going there? He hadn’t done anything wrong, like last year when he was seven and had taken . . . no, Mommy said, stolen a candy bar. She made him pay the manager. The manager scared him. He fought her for months to get out of grocery shopping.

The manager eyed him but asked, “Mrs. McCole, what can I help you with today?”

“This is what you can help me with!” Mom shoved the tooth at the manager, her voice high pitched.

The manager finally seemed to notice the crowd.

Cough, “I see,” coughed again, “I see you found the fake tooth we use to . . .” he coughed again, “to scare the kids into eating less sugar.”

Mom’s eyes narrowed. “So, it’s not real?”

“Of course not,” The manager said.

One of the regular cashiers walked up to the manager, “Oh, great. Someone found my missing tooth.” She reached out and took it from mom’s hand popping it into her mouth.

13 Week Streak Summer Flash Fiction – Week 6

Week six of Thain in Vain and Drafty Devil bringing us the 13-Week Streak Summer Flash Fiction challenge. 500 words, one story using the prompt, enjoy!
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Prompt: A character is at an arcade on the pier, when a man comes up and grabs his/her shoulder.


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The Gavitt Crew


Kim Izzy

“I didn’t realize there are so many arcades on the pier,” he said as he placed his hand on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Terrien. I thought I told you that this arcade is only one with Martian’s Edge game,” Etta said over her shoulder, “Anyone looking this way, Marlin?” Marlin was their shipmate aboard the Gavitt in orbit monitoring their progress. While she was the Captain, she loved to be part of the action. This procurement needed all of them and a specialist.

“What about security cams?” Terrien asked. A lesson learned the hard way a couple months ago.

“Marlin has that covered,” Etta explained, “Did you . . . get what we needed?”

“Mostly, I think.”

“You think?” Her voice was several octaves above normal.

“Keep your voice down,” he chided, “It’s not like I could walk into the store and order antimatter.” Terrien looked over his shoulder, “Marlin, now.”

Walking behind Marlin, Etta asked, “Della back yet?” Della, the specialist, came highly recommended.

“No her tracker status indicates another twenty-eight minutes.”

“You two shouldn’t taunt the local authorities,” Marlin chastised, “If the High Council hears about this, they could suspend our charter.”

“They shouldn’t make the tariffs so high, when the raw materials are so easy for the taking, if Illegal.” Etta said laughing.

“Earth’s a protected primitive planet,” Terrien joked, “Like the High Council would do anything!”
The lights flickered.

“Oh damn.” Terrien raced to the drive console.

Yellow warning lights flashed, and the proximity warning alarms disabled by the military. They were dead in space.

“Cut Della loose. Hide her tracker.” Etta yelled. She ran to the data terminal, ordering, “Remove all records of Della Princing.”

“She’s gonna be mad at you,” Terrien stated.

“No, if she gets caught again, it’s hard time at Renterghem.” Etta swallowed hard. The penial station located in Saturn’s rings. Only the Martian Military had technology to be able to transport through it.

As Etta finished entering the approval code to delete Della, the Military General Haggadone materialized behind her with several armed soldiers and a team of attorneys. It was crowded on the bridge of the small ship.

“Where’s Della Bliss of Dru?” Haggadone demanded, “Immunity for anyone who gives her up!”
“Not so fast, General. You haven’t been. . .”

“Shut up, Rankin.” Haggadone bellowed, “I’ve been chasing her for too long to lose her now. We’ll never find her among all the Earthlings.”

Etta held her breath. They were in more trouble than she realized. She knew Della as Della Princing not as Della Bliss, the ERC’s most infamous Earthling Rights Activist. Some called her freedom fighter, others called her a terrorist.

“We dropped off Della Princing on the ship Trinity, three days ago,” Etta stated.

“Not so fast. The Trintiy said she was aboard your vessel.” Haggadone smiled wickedly.

Warning lights flashed. Alarms blasted.

“The transporters are blocked.” Marlin cried.

The ship exploded.

The Earthling’s evening news reported an unexpectedly large meteoroid shower over the Northern Hemisphere.







13 Week Streak Summer Flash Fiction – 4th week -updated

2017 13 week Streak Summer Flash Fiction Thain in Vain

Week four of Thain in Vain and Drafty Devil bringing us the 13-Week Streak Summer Flash Fiction challenge. 500 words, one story using the prompt, enjoy!

This weeks story is also inspired by real life events. My mom is struggling to remember my dad. It’s really more of a struggle for us as she is convinced of her reality, no matter what logic or documentation says.

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Kim Izzy

Amazement flowed through her. Brick, her best friend Meechy’s cousin, stood beside her at her uncle’s garage door. He was six two to her five one, jet black hair to her strawberry blond, and blue eyes to her green.

He looked back at her over his shoulder, whispering, “Are you sure we won’t get in trouble for this?”

“My uncle loves me. I’m his favorite.” Chynna replied whispering.

“Then why are we whispering?”

“You started it.”

He twisted the knob. “It’s locked.”

Chynna reached around him lifting the door while twisting the knob. The door swung open.

“Hey how’d you do that?”

“A trick my uncle taught me.” She grinned strolling into the garage. Heading to the workbench, screwed to the underside of the shelf, there were multiple baby food jars, she just had to remember which one contained the keys to the powder blue ’57 Chevy.

“Wow, what a sweet ride!” Brick exclaimed, “Can I drive?”

She stared at him. Didn’t Meechy tell him anything? Neither of them had their driver’s license. She gave a little cough, “Of course, you can.” She giggled, wishing Meechy could be here.

“Double wow! Your uncle has great taste.”

She smiled. For the first time, she wished she was into cars. His enthusiasm made his blue eyes sparkle.

“Did Meechy know what car she was missing out on?” He held out his hand for the keys after she located them.

The bay water of Lake Huron was like bath water when they arrive in late afternoon after a two hour drive. In ten minutes, she changed into her new emerald green two piece bathing suit. The high-waisted black belt accentuated her tiny waist.

Wading into the shallows, Chynna giggled, “Brick, it’s beautiful. Come join me.”

“I don’t like the water.” Brick stood staring into the clear water at the water’s edge.

She looked at him over her shoulder. Where were his swimming trunks? While you could swim in cutoffs in the great lakes, the denim wasn’t very comfortable when wet. “Why’d you come all this way?”

Brick patted her hand, jolting her back to the present. Thirty years slipped back into her reality.

“Yes, honey, it was your smile to that question that melted my heart. We played and frolicked like two little kids, splashing, making sand castles and collecting shells. It was the perfect day until we had to return Uncle Fritz’s car.” She hugged him and he squirmed.

Brick frowned. Chynna wondered if he really remembered coming to her rescue when Uncle Fritz went to strike her.

Tears threatened, most days Brick didn’t remember her until she recounted this story for him. Honestly, it wasn’t most days. It was every day for the last four years since an on-the-job accident gave him a closed head injury. She didn’t know if he knew her.
Brick patted her hand again.

“Let’s go outside to the garden. Maybe we’ll see a gorgeous sunset like that day so long ago.” Chynna suggested through the tears.

Personal note: If you pray, please pray for me and my family. If not, please wish us well, as I have scheduled this story to post as we arriving at the hospital to have a brain scan(angiogram) on my mom. We are almost to the first anniversary of the rupture of her first aneurysm. The test is to check out the status of her second aneurysm. We are hoping that the new symptoms that we are seeing are due to the stress of the test and not to more brain injury. Thank you.

UPDATE: My mom came through the procedure beautifully. We didn’t get the greatest news or the worst news. Thank you for your thoughts and prayers.

Kimberhew/Kim Izzy 

Flash Fiction Challenge Week 2 & Happy Father’s Day

2017 13 week Streak Summer Flash Fiction Thain in VainWeek two of Thain in Vain and Drafty Devil bringing us the 13-Week Streak Summer Flash Fiction challenge. 500 words, one story using the prompt, enjoy!

And today in America, we celebrate and thank our fathers. So, I included the holiday in my story. Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers. It’s a hard job at best. Thank you!

Furst’s Campground
Kim Izzy

“Are we there yet?” Anyse asked her father. Their group had hiked two miles since leaving the car after a six plus hour drive from the Metro area. She loved hiking and camping but it was going to be dark soon. “Seriously, where does Grandfather Furst live?” She asked after yet another unmarked fork.

“Just five more minutes,” Dad said, “Everyone okay? We’ll catch up to your grandpa soon.”

Karan, Anyse’s twin sister, asked, “Dad, can you show me on a map where we are going?”

“As I explained to both of you at the trail head there is no written record of this trail. You must remember,” Dad replied.

“Why have we never been to Grandpa Furst’s campground before? I don’t understand his marketing plan.”

A break in the old growth forest appeared once they rounded a bend. It wasn’t what she had expected. It was some kind of landing pad, not long enough for any kind of plane. “What kind of plane was capable of a vertical take off?” Anyse asked under her breath.

“Good question, my granddaughter. Happy Birthday, sweethearts.” Grandpa Furst hugged and kissed them both. “You graduated last month and now you have turned into adults.”

The girls giggled not quite comfortable being adults.

The girls said together, “Happy Father’s Day, Grandpa.”

“Thank you, girls, unfortunately, we don’t have time to celebrate today. It’s time for you to be on your way.”

“I thought this campground was our destination,” Anyse said.

“Another time perhaps. Your transport is waiting on the pad ready to leave. We have excellent cover tonight with the Aurora Borealis on this south shore of Lake Superior.”

“Where are we going?” Anyse asked.

“Home, of couse.”

“Dad, we haven’t told them yet,” Dad said.

Grandpa gave a big belly laugh, “No wonder you two are looking at me with wide eyes.” Turning to dad, he added, “Sorry, we don’t have a long time. Erime will have to answer a lot of their questions on the transport.”

What? Erime was their best friend since preschool. How did she know things that they didn’t?

“Mom, dad, why is grandpa talking in riddles?” Karan asked.

Mom burst into tears. Erime put her arm around mom’s shoulder, whispering, “My mom will be here for you, Miss Sylvia.”

“Uh. . . girls, there is no easy way to say this. We are not from this planet. Your grandfather was the Commander and Chief of a twenty world alliance until a few hours ago. A rival alliance has been known to use any means including family members against the Commander.”

“Are we royalty?” Anyse asked. “What’s the rush?”

“No, your grandfather was elected and is still a powerful man on our home world. In a few hours the world learns about us. You go with Erime, learning all that you can,” Dad said, wiping at a tear hugging them. Mom joined in.

“You lied to us.” Karan accused.

“No, we protected you. Now you must protect yourselves.”

13 Week Streak, Summer Flash Fiction -Week 1

2017 13 week Streak Summer Flash Fiction Thain in Vain

Week one of Thain in Vain and Drafty Devil bringing us the 13-Week Streak Summer Flash Fiction challenge. 500 words, one story using the prompt, enjoy!


The Whale Watchers

Sonja took Henry’s hand as they watched the Marina appear on the horizon.

“We’ll get it all straightened out.” Henry squeezed her hand.

With a trail of tears visible, Sonja shook her head, “I don’t see how.”

“I’m sorry, I wish. . .” Henry drifted off.

“Do you remember the words spoken as the giant hand. . . reached down. . .?” This time her voice faded.

The captain shook his head, “It plucked John off my boat as the voice stated, ‘Before you can wreak havoc.’”

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The Whale Watchers by Kim Izzy

Sonja glanced over at Joanna, John’s wife. John was her boss at Champion Medical Supply. The company had won this whale watching tour aboard the Helena because Champion’s Peg Bugloisi and Daniel Forman were the top salespeople of the Nitrile Brand wheelchairs in the tri-state area. Sonja and Henry filled in for Daniel and his wife when she went into labor six weeks early.

Peg and her husband were sitting with Joanna in the other corner. They had known each other since they attended Bossomwood Academy together.

They looked as shocked as Sonja felt. Turning she asked, “Captain Scott, do you think the Coast Guard will believe us?”

“As a Coast Guard retiree, I would like to think they would believe me.” He stroked his blond beard, “However, I think the truth is too bizarre to be believed.”

Looking around, everyone was shaking their head in agreement. Sonja asked, “What happens if we tell the truth?

“We are held as people of interest while they test us for drugs and other substances that can cause shared hallucinations,” Capt. Scott replied.

“Could we lie? What lie could save us?” Sonja pondered. Would the others corroborate the lie? It was in everyone’s best interest as none of them were guilty. Though only a few of them were good liars. Frequently, Sonja had to deal with unhappy customers because Peg and David would promise customers the impossible.

Staring at her feet, head hanging, and hand wringing, Sonja wanted land under her feet. What were they going to do? What would happen to them?

Joanna screamed.

Sonja looked up. There behind Capt. Scott bearing down on the Helena was a waterspout.

“We are the Whale Watchers,” a voice boomed from the sky, “We made a mistake. Sorry, but you all must come with us now.”

Capt. Scott adjusted the course of the Helena. The waterspout adjusted as well.

When the spout was within a few hundred feet, Sonja yelled. “But I didn’t do anything.”

The air responded, “Should have been more mindful of the company you keep.”

Several hours later, The Daily News Reporter standing on the dock at the marina stated, “A rare phenomenon occurred near our shore today. The waterspout overcame the vessel Helena. Capt. Trevor Scott was spotted trying to out maneuver the freak of nature. Unfortunately, nothing of the boat has been located. All passengers are listed as missing as the rescue search continues through the night.”


Work Ethic

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Third From the Top.”

The third line from the third blog:

“My mother’s mother had the work ethic, and she had passed it on to my mother, who had just retired, and who missed her job in the same way, as she put it, a cow misses its pen.”

Now to work it into a new post:

Work Ethic( A short story)

For the hundredth time, I wondered why couldn’t I be more like my peers, standing around talking about what they watched last night not caring that the client’s messages were ten and twenty deep on their messy, unorganized desk. But no! My mother’s mother had the work ethic, and she had passed it on to my mother, who had just retired, and who missed her job in the same way, as she put it, a cow misses its pen. We’re a dying breed.

Maybe it’s a good thing, I tell myself as my fingers fly across my keyboard.It was five minutes before five . . .

“Linda, get in here.” My supervisor bellowed across the office. “Now.” She stood there tapping her foot.

I grabbed a note pad and pen fast. I had no idea why she’d called me into her office this late on a Friday.

“Leave that and get in here.” she added.

I practically ran, tripping over my own shoes.

“Sit!” She pointed to the chairs across from her desk. She walked back to her chair. “Linda, I am sorry but I did warn you.”

“Warned me about what?”

“I have to let you go. You make the others look bad.”

“But . . . I do my job and do it well.” I stuttered.

She shook her head. “I know but that’s the way of the world these days. You can’t stand out. Please hand me your badge.” She stood. I stood. “You should call HR on Monday morning.” I stumbled out of her office towards my desk.”Have a good weekend, Linda.”

I heard her door close.

©2015 Kim Izzy