Stage Fright

WonHundred Word Wednesday

Flash Fiction Fun

        Standing in the wings, I watched the actors on stage. I had a few short lines in the play, but it was a crucial part. Anyway, that’s what my drama teacher said. He insisted I say the lines slowly and clearly.

        Nervous now, I straightened the gold buttons on my red uniform. Queen Antoinette wrung her hands, pacing back and forth, reciting her monologue.

        I heard my clue and strode onto the stage. “I have a message, my lady.”

        “Thank heavens. What did he say?”

        Suddenly, my mind went blank. I fumbled the words. “Midnight, on the bridge. Come alone.”

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On the Warpath

                               Grandpa sat close to the hearth, a quilt draped over his knees. His wire-rimmed spectacles reflected the firelight.

        “Tell us about the Injun war, Grandpa,” little Abe said. “When they burned the fort.”

        Despite the warmth, Grandpa shivered. He couldn’t remember what he’d eaten today, but memories of that night of terror were as clear as the ice on the water bucket.

        “It was a freezing night when the natives took up arms,” he said.

        “Like tonight?”

        Grandpa coughed and spat into the fire. “Deerfield woke to screams at dawn.”

        “What did you do?”

        “I was a boy. I cried.”

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Who's Who?

WonHundredWord Wednesday

Flash Fiction Fun

        “Mr. Simms is absent today,” Jodi whispers. “You know the plan.”

        I line up with the rest of the students in eighth grade English. We all know what to do—change places and change names. Grinning like a goofy goose, I sit in the third row, not in my assigned seat.

        Mrs. Murphy, the gray-haired substitute, sneers at the class from behind the teacher’s desk. She holds the seating chart as she calls the roll. “Andrea.”

        “Here,” I say.

         She frowns at me. “You’re not Andrea. You’re Cynthia.”

         “I am?”

        Everyone laughs.

        Even I have forgotten my name. “Absent.”

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While the Cat's Away

        When the Nelson family moved out, the mice family moved in. Mamma and Papa were soon joined by a brood of six pinkies. Born furless, and blind, they lay in a nest of dryer lint and drank their Mamma’s milk.

        Four weeks later, they were out of the nest, nibbling cracker crumbs in the far corner of the kitchen. They had the run of the house—until the cat returned. Cleo had squeezed through a torn screen.

        Papa Mouse squeaked the alarm. “The cat’s back! Quick, hide behind the sofa!”

        Mamma, Papa, and the little mice scurried to safety. 

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Storm's Comin'

Today’s prompt: Outside the cabin, the wind howled

        “I’m cold,” Ma said. “Fetch some wood, Billy. Keep the fire goin’. I can’t get up.”

        “Yes’m.” Eight year-old Billy had done his chores, watched his little sister, and worried about Ma all day. The baby was coming and Pa had gone to fetch the doctor.

        Billy buttoned his jacket before opening the door. Outside the cabin, the wind howled through the trees, and the gray sky threatened snow. He loaded his arms with firewood and brought it into the house.

        “Wind’s blowin’ up a storm,” he said.

        She moaned. “Pray the wind blows your Pa home soon.”

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Dashing Through the Snow

Today’s prompt: This wasn’t where he wanted to be.

        Squinting into the night, Sam clutched the steering wheel. The windshield wipers couldn’t keep up with the blast of snow, and the visual effect was like traveling at light speed in a Star Wars movie.  But Sam wasn’t flying the Millennium Falcon. He was lost on a two-lane highway in southeastern Idaho.

        This wasn’t where he wanted to be. He was supposed to be at the staff Christmas party. Sam’s jaw tightened. They were probably exchanging white elephants by now.

        He glanced in the rear-view mirror and saw flashing lights.

        A plow truck! The best white elephant of all.

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Too Much of a Good Thing

Today’s prompt: The whole family had been cursed since

Jimmy heard the horn beep and ran to the window. His father had parked a maroon Mustang in the driveway.

       ”Mom,” Jimmy called, “Dad bought a new car.”

       “Another one?” she asked. They both hurried outside.

       “I couldn’t’ resist,” Mr. Hopkins said. “It’s my color.”

       “But we already have two new cars,” Jimmy said.        “We’ll need a bigger garage,” Mrs. Hopkins said.

       “No,” her husband said. “A new house.”

       “Oh, darling!” She kissed his cheek.

       Jimmy frowned. The whole family had been cursed since Dad had won the lottery. Now they’d move and he would have to leave his friends.

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