#100WW — The Search

8CF57C00-AC27-49BD-AFC0-49367EBA3E09The apartment was dark when Alex walked in. He flicked on the hall light and saw his backpack, cameras, and other stuff spread on the floor just past the entryway.

Alex looked for his wife, but she wasn’t there. Then he saw the handwritten note on the backpack. He picked it up and read it.

Dear Alex,

Here’s everything that’s important to you. Your cameras and film, hiking boots, external hard drives, and some warm clothes.

Take it all and go out and explore the world. Find whatever it is you’re searching for, because whatever it is, it’s not me.

(100 words)

Written for today’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Image Credit: Brevitē.


In a Rut


“Let’s go dancing,” Julie suggested.

Felix looked at his wife of forty years in disbelief. “Dancing? You can’t be serious. Why would you want to go dancing?”

“Oh Felix, we used to have such fun going out and dancing the night away,” Julie said. “Remember the night….”

Felix interrupted his wife. “First of all, we haven’t danced together in years. I think the last time was at our son’s wedding, and he got married 15 years ago…and divorced eight years ago. Second, I’m 72 and you’re 68. Do you really think we can still dance without hurting something? And finally, where would we go? They don’t have dance clubs where you can do the waltz, the foxtrot, the cha-cha, or the jitterbug anymore.”

“But Felix,” Julie objected,” we are in a rut. We need to spice things up, don’t you think?”

Shaking his head, Felix continued. “Look, we don’t know any of these new dangled dances. And today all you’ve got are discos and, what do you call them, raves, with their mash pits, pot, ecstasy pills, or some such nonsense.”

“There must be places in the city for older couples like us to, you know, strut our stuff,” Julie said.

“Yeah, old age homes and retirement communities,” Felix responded. “I don’t want to be hanging out with a bunch of old people.”

“Okay, fine,” Julie said, resigned to yet another night of staying home and watching TV. “I think TBS is having one of its ‘NCIS’ marathons again tonight.”

Written for today’s one-word prompt, “dancing.”

One-Liner Wednesday — Snoring

“A marriage is always made up of two people who are prepared to swear that only the other one snores.”

English author and humorist, Terry Pratchett

I know that I don’t snore. In fact, I can tell you that I have never woken myself up snoring.

That said, my wife claims that my snoring is constantly waking her up, which is why, she says, that she pokes me during the night. That explains why I wake up with all of these black and blue marks on my torso.

Written for this week’s One-Liner Wednesday prompt from Linda G. Hill.


30B491ED-B923-41A7-BDF6-8EAB9DD374DD“Whoa,” Martin said as he fell back down onto the bed.

“Are you okay?” Debbie said. “You look as if you’re going to faint or something.”

A slight sweat had broken out on Martin’s forehead. He felt dizzy and nauseous. “Give me a second,” he said, closing his eyes.

Concerned, Debbie asked, “Can I get you some water or something?”

Martin opened his eyes and smiled weakly at his girlfriend. “I’ve got this inner ear thing. I’ve had it for a few years and I usually know how to control it. But just now, when I tried to get up out of bed, I got hit hard by a spinning sensation.”

“You mean like vertigo!” Debbie asked.

“Yeah,” Martin responded. “It sometimes happens if I move my head in a particular position, so I try to avoid putting my head in those positions that could trigger the dizziness.”

“Ha!” Debbie exclaimed.

Martin, whose vertigo sensation seemed to have passed, slowly sat up, moved his legs around and off the bed, and tentatively stood up. “Ha? What do you mean by that?” he asked.

“I mean that I can seriously say to my boyfriend that he needs to get his head examined and mean it literally. Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah, I think I’m okay,” Martin said.

She smiled, walked up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her body tightly into his. Feeling his naked body respond to her embrace, she whispered, “I know a position that will really make your head spin…and in a good way.”

And she pushed Martin back down onto the bed.

Written for today’s one-word prompt, “faint.”

FFfAW — Imagine Dragons

A50CC291-3C2B-4117-B483-4FA3F86887A4“Hey Craig. How did it go at the show?”

“Oh hello, Frank,” Craig responded. “It went okay, I suppose. I did sell the dragons, both of them, to one buyer.”

“That’s terrific, Craig,” Frank said. “But you don’t seem that psyched about having sold them.”

“Yeah, well I was hoping to get a little more money for the dragons,” Craig explained. “They took me a long time to weld and I was looking forward to having some rich collector, you know, an aficionado of metalwork or something, express an interest in my work and maybe even become my patron who would fund my future work.”

“But you did say you sold them both to one buyer. So why so glum?”

“Because the guy who bought them owns Norstar, the recycling place out on Dohertys Road.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Frank asked.

Craig sighed. “Norstar’s a freakin’ junk yard in the middle of nowhere. Nobody’s gonna see them. My dragons deserve better, like to be in a museum or at a public plaza, you know.”

(173 words)

Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers from Priceless Joy. Image credit: Enisa.