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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.”

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.”

 

We’re Still Family

We're still family 2017kimberhewComplicated relationship can make explanations boring. My family and I seem to be in a season of trials and loss. A couple of weeks ago, we experienced the pain of a love one dying, which is never easy but living 750 miles made it impossible for me to visit him during his short but intense illness.

There will not be a traditional funeral service either. So, I wrote the following poem to express my grief.

Praying sorrow doesn’t dark your door any time soon,

Kimberhew

Mom’s Typerwriter

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Since my mom’s ruptured brain aneurysm, we have been slowly helping her clean out the basement. It has been a catch all for all the treasures from my grandparent’s passing and my mom’s only sister.

My daughter and I are writers and aspiring authors. While I earn a small amount from my writing, I am not where I want to be. I have self published two “books.” One is a children’s book, “The Case of the Missing Mother”. It’s a gentle tale about a little girl who gets lost but from her perspective her mother is the one lost. The second one, “Sideways” is a fanfic based on the Wayward Pines book series by Blake Crouch.

I also loved doing mixed media art. In my online group, several artworks used typewritten quotes. I really loved the look and wanted to try it. I found a local craft store that had new typewriters for $200. Ouch!

My parents had purchased an electric typewriter for my sister and I while we were in high school (now, I am telling my age, oops!) I knew they would never get rid of it. So, I asked them about it. Not sure where it is but dad found mom’s. I was cautiously optimist. All it needed was a ribbon. Score!

Now all I need are stronger fingers. It takes quite a bit to operate it. My next post should include a #52CafeCards card that I created using typing as an element on it.

What is your favorite family hand-me down? Please reply in the comments.

Blessings,

Kimberhew