Slow Down!

Flash fiction is a fun and challenging writing exercise. I always enjoy WonHundredWord Wednesday.

Prompt: The accident was not her fault.

        Shattered glass littered the street. It crunched under the cop’s shoes as he walked around the dented SUV. Traffic had narrowed to one lane, backed-up for blocks.

        Tracy stood to the side, clutching her five year-old’s hand.  Dawson would be late for kindergarten, but at least he’d get there. The child in the car that hit theirs was not as fortunate. She’d already been transported to the hospital with her mother.

        The policeman approached Tracy, clipboard in hand.  “The tire treads tell the story,” he said. “The Hyundai had been speeding.”

        Tracy relaxed. The accident was not her fault.

Let’s see what the others wrote:

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Limping Home

Today’s prompt: As she stopped to catch her breath, she looked back.

As she stopped to catch her breath, she looked back. The yappy dog was right behind her—snapping at her four-inch heels.   She’d worn the shoes to impress her new co-worker at the office. Sadly, Brad hadn’t noticed them until she started to limp.  When he asked if she had a blister, she told him she felt as if she were walking on a cloud. He laughed. She wanted to cry.  The commute home in the subway had been agony. And now this pesky animal.  Hopping on one foot, she yanked off a shoe and threw it at the dog.

Let’s see what the other’s wrote:

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Government Stalemante

        Today’s prompt: It’s all bills, bills, bills. That’s my only answer now.

        Senator Talcott settled back in his leather office chair and rubbed his eyes. Legalese gave him a headache. He sighed, shifting his gaze from the computer screen to the framed picture of his family. Two teenage sons and his pregnant wife, taken last summer in Yellowstone National Park. Congress would be in recess for the Thanksgiving holiday next week; he could hardly wait.

        He minimized the document he was reading, brought up facebook, and discovered his wife had left an instant message.

        “What are you working on?”

        He typed: “It’s all bills, bills, bills.” That’s my only answer now.

I wonder what the others wrote:

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Love is Blind

Today’s prompt: The entrance to the tunnel was the only way out.

It was a cliché but true nevertheless, something had gone horribly wrong. First the loud explosion, flying sparks and then total darkness. A couple in the swan boat nearest him laughed. They must think it part of the thrill in the tunnel of love. Seated at his dead control panel, Jeb knew it wasn’t. The boats were stuck, and there was nothing he could do about it. Had the steep slide at the end of the ride collapsed? It was at least seventy years old. The entrance to the tunnel was the only way out. Love would lead the way.

What did the others write?

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http://jaclynweist.blogspot.com/

The Musical Horse

Today’s prompt: The horse came back alone

Shasta’s voice had a forlorn quality reminiscent of the Grand Ole Opry. She strummed her twelve-string guitar as she sang, “The horse came back alone.”

Travis, her agent, shifted in his chair. “I don’t like it,” he said. “The last line leaves too many unanswered questions.”

“It’s a ballad. It tells a sad story.”

“What happened to the cowboy?”

“He stayed with his Indian sweetheart.”

“Without his horse?”

“I don’t know.” Shasta placed the guitar in its case. “Maybe she had another horse.”

“Come up with a better line,” he said.

She laughed. “The horse played his trombone.”

Let’s see what Jenna wrote:

http://www.mistglenmoon.net/returned-alone/

Lead foot!

San Francisco is a fascinating city, but I’d never want to live there!

The prompt: The Ferrari stopped and the tinted window opened to reveal. . .

Jim glanced at his clipboard. Everything was checked out and ready. The commercial included a scene where the Ferrari wound down the switchbacks on Lombard Street in San Francisco. Jim stood at the base of the hill, tapping his pencil. A helicopter hovered high above, cameraman ready to shoot. Where was the car? The sound of a racing engine came from high on the hillside. What the. . .? The sleek, red sports car swerved around the sharp curves. “Who’s the idiot behind the wheel?” Jim shouted. The Ferrari stopped and the tinted window opened to reveal his teenage son. 

Let’s see what the others wrote:

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Hold Still!

Today’s prompt: He knew he must keep very still while he waited.

General Ulysses S. Grant stood outside his tent, surrounded by his staff. The mid-afternoon sun was hot and he perspired in his dark blue uniform. A fly walked on his nose but he couldn’t swat it. He knew he must keep very still while he waited. Mr. Brady, the photographer, had warned him not to budge or they’d have to start all over. This was confounded worse than planning an attack on the rebels. Cannon fire boomed in the distance, but no one moved. Finally, Mr. Brady shouted, “Got it!” General Grant reached for his whiskey decanter. General Sherman farted.

Let’s find out what the others wrote:

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http://www.mistglenmoon.net/borrower-be/