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Mist and Light – Flash Fiction

Found time to write this week!!! I have sat down and started a flash fiction challenge in the past only to be disappointed in myself. Not this week, I checked out terribleminds flash fiction  challenge this past week.

Challenge Details:
1 Story under 1500 words
Use one of the randomly generated titles listed on the site: I chose “Mist & Light”
Due: Friday, June 8, 2018 noon EST

My Entry:

Mist and Light
By
Leann Holland

“Grandpa, Grandpa, tell me again of your days on Cieslik?” Marymay bugged. “It’s just the grandest story of anyone in our village.”

“Not now, Marymay.” He sunk down into his comfortable arm chair. While it was true that he was the only one from their small village that travelled to the Land of Milk and Honey, the planet Cieslik, he hadn’t returned the hero.

“Daddy says you haven’t told me everything.” Marymay tugged on his hand. “And I want to hear everything.”

Marwood laughed at her eight year old impatience. “What does he say that I have left out of the story?”

“All the good stuff,” Marymay said, crawling up into his lap. She snatched his mug off the side table.

“Oh, be . . .” Marwood began.

“That’s bad!” she wiped off her tongue on the back of her hand and when that wasn’t enough she scrubbed it on his rough plaid shirt.

“Marymay! What on Verhelle are you doing?”

She smiled up at him, “You taste better than that horrible stuff in the mug!” It wiped the smile from her face again. “How can you drink that?”

“I acquired the taste on Cieslik. Everyone there drinks it all day long.” A longing for times past hit him squarely in his heart. Would he never forget? Thirty five years plus, he was still unable to move past his greatest success and failure. Some days he struggled to decide what was a success or the failure.

She picked the mug back up, eying the contents with a look that made Marwood laugh out loud. He remembered the first time it was offered to him in the lunchroom at the Cieslik’s summer camp for disadvantaged youths. He signed up to work with a humanitarian group to work with the kids in the poorest city on Cieslik, Mahe. He taught himself to drink it, to fit in. Now, he drank it on days when the memories called the most.

“Marymay, you didn’t like it. So, don’t force yourself to change to fit other’s ways.”

“But Grandpa, when we get to Cieslik, I want to fit in.”

“I am sorry, child, I am never allowed back there.” Marwood saw confusion enter into her warm brown eyes.

“But I thought Daddy said. . .” Marymay clamped her tiny pink lips shut.

Marwood hated her silence, rolling his eyes. “What is the best part I keep leaving out of the story, Marymay?”

“Your first love!” Marymay clapped gently, “It’s my favorite part.”

“A romantic at heart are you girl?”

Marymay rolled her eyes, “How old are you grandpa? Nobody says things like that anymore.” She thought for a minute. “At least not here on Verhelle, maybe on Cieslik, but tell me the story, please.”

“So, you want to hear the story of grandma and me?”

She playfully swatted at his hand. “No, silly. You and grandma hated each other.”

“Who told you that?”

“It’s okay, Grandpa. Daddy explained everything.”

“Not always,” He interrupted. By everything that’s holy, Marwood hoped not. His son, Marson, knew how much Liese thought he was a failure. No matter how many times he explained to her. There was no way off Verhelle for him. She thought he wasn’t trying hard enough. Unfortunately, he hadn’t realized her motives in time to stop his disastrous marriage. Looking into Marymay’s eyes, he wasn’t sorry. She had Liese’s eyes, but held a compassion that Liese’s never did. His son had chosen more wisely than himself, although, in honesty, Marwood left his heart on Cieslik.

Marwood felt a gentle pat, pat, and pat on his whiskered cheek.

“Grandpa, where did you go?” She giggled, “One minute you were looking at me, then you were gone.”

“I seem to be getting lost in the past, Marymay.”

“Is it a good place to go?”

“Sometimes,” Marwood said smiling faintly.

“Please wait until I’m not here.”

Marwood smiled, holding a laugh in. “Yes, ma’am.”

Turning around in his lap, Marymay curled into his side, “Now, tell me your love story on Cieslik.”

“Where do you want me to begin?”

“Where did you meet her?”

“Half way through my career in the exclusive Upper Secondary School of Mahe, Miriam was a transfer student from the city of Delamare. Her dad was high up in the administration.”

Marymay whistled. Delamare was the wealthiest city on Cieslik. “But you were the fake adopted son of Wentz and Lenora Muir, by this time, yes?”

“I am not proud of that you know?” Marwood scowled. “I didn’t expect deception in the people of Cieslik. They were golden people who had all the opportunities. They didn’t need to lie or cheat to get ahead. Little did I understand. Then I didn’t know how to get out, which I wanted but I didn’t want to leave school. I had friends, success, and a future. For a few minutes anyway.”

“Grandpa, get back to the love story, please.” Marymay asked.

Taking her face into his hands, “Marymay, it’s never okay to lie and cheat.”

“But daddy said I had to today.” She frowned.

“What?”

“Never mind, I need you to tell me the rest of the story. No lectures! Please grandpa?”

Marwood didn’t like to see her face worried like that, so he continued, “Miriam was smart, funny and beautiful. I had never met another girl who glowed like her. I thought she had everything.” He chuckled quietly, “She had her own struggles. Because her dad was high up in the government, she didn’t know who liked her for her or wanted something from her father. Her mother was extremely involved in her two brothers’ lives.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad.” Marymay chimed in.

“Human nature says all problems are big ones.” At Marymay’s eye rolling, Marwood continued, “The school had a Verhelle Language Study program. Rausch, my best friend, and I headed the study group.”
Marwood enjoyed a few private memories. “Miriam was a quick study of Verhelle Language. Soon she and I were talking circles around the others.”

“How did your talking lead to you spending time in jail?”

“Remember how I told them I was a lot younger than I was. My relationship with Miriam wasn’t appropriate for her age.”

“But you loved each other. How is that wrong?”

A knock on the front door interrupted their conversation. Marymay raced to answer the door. “Yes?”

“I. . . I . . . I . . . am looking for Marwood,” The lady looked down at the crumpled paper in her hand. “Trombley. Do you know him? Or where can I find him?

“I know you. You have talked with my daddy.” Marymay said, stepping out of the Marwood’s way.

“Miriam?” Marwood stood, slightly stumbling to the door. “After all this time, is that really you, Miriam?”

Somehow they met in the middle of the room. Marwood stared into those blue eyes from so long ago. “It really is you, Miriam.” He just stood. Did his mind just go? He was seeing Miriam. “Why are you here?” Marwood cried.

“To take you home with me,” Miriam said, cradling his bearded face between her hands. “They issued you a full pardon.”
Tears filled his eyes. Marwood knew that he couldn’t leave his son and grandchildren.

“Marwood, it’s okay.” She pulled him into a full hug.

He saw Rausch standing behind with a tear filled smile. Marwood’s tears fell harder. When he finally stopped crying, the three friends that hadn’t seen each other thirty five years sat in the comfortable chairs.

“How long have you two been married now?” Marwood asked.

Rausch cleared his throat. “That’s right we haven’t communicated since we made that stupid mistake.”

Marwood looked between the two. It had crushed him when they married but he knew that Rausch would be able to take care of her. He had given them his blessing and it had been the last time he talked to them. The next month he met Liese.

“Oh, Rausch, don’t be so dramatic.” Miriam smiled sadly. “We did share a love, but it was a love of you. But we don’t regret it. We have two wonderful sons that you’ll get to meet when we get back to Mahe.”

“And my wife, Sarah. She has heard so much about you. She helped Miriam and me get you a pardon.”

Tears threatened again. “I am an old man. My family is here now.” Marwood waved his arms. “I would love to come for a visit though.”

“My dear sweet Marwood,” Miriam said, “We were able to secure spots for you, your son and his wife with their children.” Miriam winked at Marymay. “In fact, Marson and his family have been very helpful.”

Marwood looked around the room then at all the faces in the room. When had Marson and Annemay arrived? “Okay, when do we leave?”

 

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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

by

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

2017 13 week Streak Summer Flash Fiction Thain in Vain

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!

 

Doubt
By
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 – 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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Sundown

by

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
By
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.”

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.” http://blog.longreads.com/2015/03/25/karl-ove-knausgaard-on-the-benefits-of-a-work-driven-life/

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