Who Shot First?

I saw Star Wars VII last night, and it inspired me to write fan/flash fiction today.

The prompt: He stared at the table, trying to recall his attacker.

“What happened, scum?” the storm trooper demanded.

Dazed, Ty shook his head. He stared at the table trying to recall his attacker. “I don’t know. It happened so fast.”

“What were you doing in the Mos Eisley cantina?”

Ty’s memory was still fuzzy. “My partner and I must have come here for a drink.”  

“Your partner?”

“Greedo.”

“Yeah. He’s dead.” The storm trooper jerked a thumb toward the mess in the corner. “A smuggler named Solo blasted him all over the cantina.”

“Who shot first?” Ty asked.

“That’s what we want to know.”

Ty remember now. “Han shot first.

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Away in a Manger

        

Today’s prompt: She watched him, smiling.

        The cattle were lowing; the poor baby slept. Mary tucked the swaddling clothes around baby Jesus and placed him on the hay in the feeding trough. She watched him, smiling.

        “You should sleep, too,” Joseph said, placing his arm around her shoulder.

        She rested her head against his chest. “How can I sleep on such a holy night?” she asked. “I can’t take my eyes from him.”

        A dog barked, and Mary straightened. “Someone’s here.”    

        “Is this the place?” a man’s voice came from the cave entrance. “Is He here? We’ve come to worship the Savior, Christ the Lord.”

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Moody Blues

Today’s prompt: She took a deep breath and said to her boss

        Mr. Moody was a micromanager. Nothing escaped his notice.  He hovered over the men and women in the office, squinting at their computer screens to make sure no one was off task.  American Dream Credit was a growing company and Moody intended to grow with it. His ambitions included a private office two floors up.

        Sitting in her cubicle, Elena Gonzalez smelled her boss’s aftershave and knew he was nearby. She typed an IM to Jeanna three desks down. Here comes Moody.

        “Miss Gonzalez. Are you on facebook?”

        She took a deep breath and said to her boss, “What’s that?”

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It Happened So Fast

        Today’s prompt: She clung to the piece of driftwood, praying for daylight.

        It had happened so fast, the rush of water bringing horror and death.

        Alexis was with a group of college students building a school on the Pacific island of Vanuatu. It had been a fun adventure, working beside the villagers, playing with the children. And then without warning the tsunami struck.

         Alexis had heard the roar, ran to the window and watched the monster wave approach in the moonlight. What happened next had mercifully been wiped from her memory. Stripped of her clothes, coated with mud and filth, she clung to the piece of driftwood, praying for daylight.

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