The Statue Pt. 3

It’s been 25 years since I’ve been to Norway.

The boys wanted to see their ancestor’s homeland.

We walk the countryside.  I fall in love with it again.

If only I would’ve stayed all those years ago.

We walk to where I first saw the statue.

Sitting on a small bench, I tell my 24 year olds the story.

They listen, but I see their eyes, they think I’m crazy.

As they walk back to the hotel, I know I can’t go home.

I turn, there he is.

Torvald is waiting for me.

Our twins will have to return alone.

That’s it for now, although I have a part 4 in my head.

The Statue Pt. 2

I wake up.  It’s dark.

I’m alone, lying on the blanket.

Did that happen or was it jetlag?

I start to get up, then see him coming.

He approaches with what looks like a rose, hands it to me, helps me up and then kisses me passionately.

I feel something I’ve never felt as he holds me.

When I open my eyes, he’s gone.

Did I dream all that?  Please say no!

I return the next night and every night until I leave.

He waits for me.

This is no dream.  But what is it?

Torvald, what are you?

Continued from yesterdays Friday Fictioneers.  With that in mind I kept this at 99 words.

Part 3 tomorrow

The Statue Pt.1

The Statue

 

Dad wasn’t happy when I mentioned going to Norway.

Just for a week, I begged, before college starts.

He didn’t say no to me.  It’s his ancestor’s homeland.

I arrive, it’s dusk.  I just want to relax.

I walk to a park across from the hotel.

Spreading out a blanket I notice the statue.  He was magnificent!

It’s dusk, hard to see.  Did he wink?

I sit down, hear a noise, look up.

It’s him, my statue in flesh and blood.

“Torvald” he says.

“Ronnaug” I reply.

He speaks, I don’t understand.

He kisses me, I understand.

The universal language.

Part 2 tomorrow!

Thank you Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers!

Special Delivery

While riding my bike, I saw an envelope in the ditch .  I stopped, picked it up.  It was addressed to Naomi on Brooks Rd.  Because of the dampness it was no longer sealed.  I pulled the letter out and read it.  OMG!  Suicide note written to her from Sam.  Dated today.  Somehow, dropped after pick up and before delivery to post office.  Maybe there is time.  No return address.  I had to get it to Naomi.  I know the road, half mile from here.  Knock at the door.  “Are you Naomi?”  She reads the letter, screams and gets into her car.  I get on my knees and pray she gets there in time.

Writing 101 Day 5

Escape

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The gate was open.  This time he would do it.  Escape!  He would live in the forest.  He was part of the 101st Airborne.   He could do this.  They would never find him.

He moved from behind the wall.  Down the stairs and off he went.  Running like the wind until he thought his lungs would burst.  He stopped.  Safe.  Finally free.

No!  They caught him.  Put him in the chair.  He heard as they wheeled him back, “Nice try for a 95 year old.  He made it 20 feet further this year”.

“Happy Birthday Henry!  Everyone’s waiting for cake.”

 

Thanks again to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers!

 

Woman in Purple

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Mother sends me to pick up Sam from school.  I walk in to the schoolyard as the children are leaving class.  There is a beautiful woman in purple standing to the side.  She holds a gnarled twig in her hand.  As she raises the piece of wood, a little girl yells, “No Mama!”  A flick of her wrist, all the children turn in to sheep.  I run, grab the twig and take off after the herd.  I get in front of them frantically waving the wand.

Sam shakes me.  Was I dreaming?  “Sam, you’re okay”, I say.  Sam replies, “Baaaa”.

Thank you Rochelle for another great Friday Fictioneers picture!

Golden Rule

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Golden Rule

I was summoned to the center of the room.  Knowing what was expected of me.  This was my punishment.  The crowd of women were excited, screaming my name.

I looked at him.  He never should have climbed the wall.  The danger was far worse than just falling the hundred feet.  As I told him this, his dark eyes told me he wouldn’t obey.  He would come to see me, if only one more time.  The passion we shared that night would have to last a lifetime.

I lifted my sword.  It felt so heavy today.  Up above my head and down quickly.  Those dark eyes now looked at me from his severed head.

Oh, the ache I felt for the broken rules.  Only one here, No Men Allowed!

 

This was written for Jeremys Wednesday Challenge.  Another flash fiction.  http://jeremysdailychallenge.wordpress.com/2014/04/09/challenge-wednesday-9-april/

My sister said something to me yesterday about a “cute” lil story I wrote to her.  She said I had a dark side.  So, this is dedicated to my sister, Mary.  A little dark for you.

 

 

 

Decision (Weekend Medley)

 

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The idea of this challenge is to use any one or more of the given prompts to create a piece of flash fiction (100-200 words) or a poem (12-14 lines).

For the weekend there are four prompts that can be used individually or together depending on how the creative juices flow.

This week’s prompts I used are:

Photograph:

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Fishermen-ship by Guy Mokia

Word bank:  4 a.m., weekend, tender, spring, grasp

http://jeremysdailychallenge.wordpress.com/category/challenges/weekend-medley/

What do you think?

 

 

The Stage (Friday Fictioneers)

THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)

THE KEY:

MAKE. EVERY. WORD. COUNT.

THE RULES:

  • Copy your URL to the Linkz collection. You’ll find the tab following the photo prompt. It’s the little white box to the left with the blue froggy guy. Click on it and follow directions. This is the best way to get the most reads and comments.
  • MAKE SURE YOUR LINK IS SPECIFIC TO YOUR FLASH. 
  • While our name implies “fiction only” it’s perfectly Kosher to write a non-fiction piece as long as it meets the challenge of being a complete story in 100 words.

Thank you to http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/ for coming up with this great idea.

This is my first time doing this challenge.  Enjoy or not.  Let me know.

 

 

The Stage