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Awakening Part 2

Week Four of Said Bree FFC2018 Flash Fiction challenge:

The prompt:
Pick a number. Then, pick another number. Write a story involving both:
(I chose #14 & 18)
14. An inheritancewriting challenge badgea_participant
18. An argument
under 1000 words, and posted before midnight January 22, 2018. – The rules.

This week’s story is a continuation of the story from last week. I wasn’t planning it but a story presented itself after I read the prompt. Here is the link to last week’s story –Awakening. I am really enjoying this writing universe. You may see more, or I may try to develop another avenue of publication for this developing series. Hope you enjoy the story below:

Awakening Part 2
Leann Holland

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Naomi surveyed her makeup one last time. It was the first time she’d left the house alone since Ward and Madeline disappeared on their college reunion trip to Los Angeles last month.

She and Mick had been keeping the girls closer. They maintained weekly phone calls with Faye, the other survivor of their trip. In yesterday’s update, there still wasn’t any news regarding Ward or Madeline.

Not sure she would be leaving Mick and the girls if it wasn’t for her best friend, Ellen’s step mom’s funeral showing tonight. Ellen’s mom watched the girls for them while they were in LA. Ellen was quite close with both sets of her parents. She’d asked Naomi to be there for support as her boyfriend was out of state for a business trip.

An hour later, she and Ellen sat outside Lloyd’s Memorial funeral home. Naomi reached over patting Ellen’s hand.

Flashes of the memories of her walking into her mother’s funeral caused a falter in her steps.
Ellen reached a hand towards Naomi’s elbow. Naomi waved her off mumbling that she’s okay. Then she experienced a flash with her mom’s face all red and angry. Naomi stopped.

Ellen stopped, “Everything okay?”

Walking again, Naomi said, “What happened to Ward and Madeline has triggered strange dreams and memories. I’ll be fine.”

The next half an hour passed in a blur of names and faces. They were approaching the casket. The smiles of greeting and pleasantries disappeared. Friend supporting friend, knees forced to hold. Tears not reigned in. The flower arrangements, large and small, smelled overwhelming.

Naomi stumbled into the nearby sofa, one of many lining the outer walls. Her mother’s angry face blurred her vision. Somehow, Naomi knew her mother wasn’t dead, just very angry at her for leaving Whastle and her families inherited wealth.

“Naomi, are you okay?” Ellen asked, kneeling down beside her.

“Sorry, I am supposed to be here for you.” Under her breath, she murmured, “Whastle?”

“Maybe this was too much after the trauma of your friends disappearing.”

Naomi nodded. “I just keep seeing my mother and I fighting.” Color leaving her face, Naomi added, “Someone mentioned coffee earlier, could we go find some to warm me up?”

“Sure.” Ellen said.

Naomi avoided the casket. Luckily, Ellen seemed fine with it. They kept the conversation light and mainly about Naomi’s girls. But that didn’t stop Helga, Naomi’s mom, from plaguing her thoughts.

Turning the car off in her carport, Ellen turned to Naomi asking, “Are you feeling any better and are you going to tell Mick? He will worry about you.”

“Okay, struggling with distractions. You’re right, he will worry. I don’t think that’s a good idea, right now.” She drifted off, Helga’s face appeared.

“Would you like to stay in the guest room tonight and work out what is bothering you? You could always tell him that you’re staying to help me, because that would be true.”

Naomi debated for a few seconds. It felt like minutes with Ellen’s eyes watching her every move. Mick and the girls alone all night? Working out the message from mom? Very tempting!

“Let me check with Mick?” Naomi said.

Awhile later, the girls sat at opposite ends of the sofa. Feet curled under them, decked out in jamies, and a glass of wine in their hands. “Haven’t done anything like this since college,” Ellen said, before sipping her imported Pinot Noir.

“Hasn’t been time, Mick and I getting married right out of college, had Gillian just shy of a year, then had Darcy a year after that.”

“Even without a husband and kids; the job, dating, friends, and family equals one tired girl.” Ellen sympathized.

An hour later, Naomi paced in the guest room. It was weird being alone. No responsibilities. Alone with her thoughts.

Fighting with herself, she wanted this resolved, but fearing what she might find. Helga, which is how she thought of her mother, never acted warm or loving. Naomi laid down closing her eyes.

“Naomi, why?” Helga said. Disappointment etched into her facial expression. “Why, would you leave Whastle? You belong in the legislative branch!”

“Helga, you have Sabrine and Rowena, my older sisters. They have followed your ways. I want to go to Earth and serve our people there.”

“Military Intelligence?” Helga sneered, “You’re better than that!”

“It’s what I am doing, Mother. I will leave with the Whastlean Earth Alliance in the morning.”

“”If you do, I will cut you out of the inheritance.”

“Please do as I have no desire to play politics, when I can do something meaningful.”

The dream, no, the memory surfaced. She bolted upwards. Her memory implant dissolved on its own. Ward and Madeline’s implants must have dissolved as well.

Crap! Damn the memory implant. She had never been interested in kids or family. So, it had been assumed that she didn’t need the more dangerous implant to suppress the natural desire for family and kids.

What was she going to do with the girls? When would Mick’s implant dissolve? Maybe Mick’s family could take them? But there would be hell to pay if Helga ever found out. They might never be able to see them again. Couldn’t they just raise them here, could they? Maybe if they had a different assignment.

Their different physiology hadn’t raised red flags yet, just a matter of time. Thankfully, America was in “Everybody do your own thing” era. Were there Whastlean surgeons able to perform the complex surgery required to alter the girls after puberty? Did she want the girls altered? What about what the girls wanted?

Too many questions to decide here and now, she needed to see the WAE (Whastlean Earth Alliance) administration. They would have kept track of her and Mick. They would have insight and research that she would be able to access.

Naomi quickly, quietly dressed and slipped out into the night, leaving everything except her purse behind.

©2018 Leann Holland


Awakening – FFC2018 Week 3

Week three of Said Bree Flash Fiction Challenge 2018:

Prompt:                                                                                                    writing challenge badgea_participant

“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.




via Daily Prompt: Deny

A basic human response
to things we cannot handle
or at least don’t want to.
Modern day phrases like
“What happens in Vegas,
Stays in Vegas,” epitomize
our denial. However, recent
events cast long shadows
on the validity of that saying.
The friends and family of the
six hundred plus victims
certainly wish they aren’t
having to deal with
the aftermath of tragedy.
When my grandmother was diagnosed
with lung cancer, second generation,
she was in denial.
She couldn’t take the next step.
Denial is a powerful emotion.
It doesn’t like to be challenged.
I am in denial.
Our nation is in denial.
We are fighting for our very souls.
What is our next step?
Praying for clarity!
Is clarity the opposite of denial?
I think so.
Will clarity bring unity?
Struggling to find hope in
a system of encouraged denial.
What denial has taken root
in your heart?
©2017 Kim Hewison

Praying for all the victims and their friends and family, even the ones that don’t have physical injuries, of the Las Vegas Shooting. 

Athletics Gone!

via Daily Prompt: Athletic

Athletics Gone!

That’s too true for so many of us.
Every sport has former players,
who can only dream.
The reasons are varied.
Some factors within our control.
many are not.
Athletics a season in life
competing dreams
school, jobs, home, children,
too many to list.
Health and quality of life issues
for today, tomorrow & beyond.
Athletics does not equal
staying active,
which is the true goal
in this limited time,
we call our life.
Enjoying athletics a second time
through my children,
it’s coming to a close
three weeks to go.
Athletics gone
© 2017 Kim Hewison


13 Week Summer Streak Finale

First I would like to thank Thain in Vain and Drafty Devil for their hard work creating and running the Challenge. It was so very fun. 

Unfortunely, my crazy life interfered with my ability to complete it. I was unable to continue as my mother-in-law went to the ER twice in August, and was admitted for several days both times. Both my mother and mother-in-law ended up with UTI’s between her stays. My husband and I celebrated our 26th wedding anniversary with a weekend away.

Then for the last week, we have watched my mother grow weaker with growing confusion. We were afraid that her MRSA UTI returned again. Test results didn’t confirm our theory. Yesterday, we took her to the ER. 

She will spend the next several days in the hospital on antibotics with yet a different infection on sepsis protocol.

This week was the finale, Week 13. Head over to Thain In Vain to vote for the Stanley Cup winner (today – September 3, 2017 only). I am. 
According to the comments by Thain in Vain, they are looking into what they can do next. I am hoping to participate.

Kim Izzy

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.”


Crazy Eyes & Swirlish Ebook Released

I have struggled for so long to find time for my writing and illustrating, a few minutes here a few minutes there. My sister is helping more with my parents during her summer break. So, I took a used a day . . . cough. . . or more to submit my Illustrated Children’s Picture book to Amazon. I have another day or so of work to get the paperwork version available (but that will have to wait for another day, or month, or whatever.)

You can find Crazy Eyes and Swirlish at Amazon

Back cover Blurb-

“Trouble finding friends?
Crazy Eyes, an owl, is hungry and lonely in the forest. He’s different from other owls because he cannot see.
Swirlish, an outcast owl, hears Crazy Eyes singing. Can the two become friends?”


While it is late in the day, I accomplished my goal today. To release Crazy Eyes & Swirlish on International Owl day, August 4th. I love owls, and amazed by them. Hope you enjoy!

Happy Owl Day!

Kim Izzy

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.