FFfAW — Hello Kitty


Rachel implored Doris to take one of the kittens off her hands. Doris had always wanted a kitten, so she said she would. “Just take the cat to the vet for its shots, buy a litter box, some kitty litter, cat food, and a few cat toys,” Rachel explained.

It was love at first sight when Doris picked up one of the precious little kittens. The small kitten she chose was the runt of the litter, which is why Doris, a relatively small girl for age, was drawn to her.

Doris got in the car, put the kitty on her lap, put on her seat belt, and drove home. When she got there, she picked up her new kitten, who she named “Hello,” and ran into the house.

“This is ‘Hello Kitty,’ Mom,” Doris exclaimed. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

“You gotta get that thing outta here before your step-father gets home, young lady,” her mother said. “You know he’s allergic to cats.”

“Why did you marry him?” Doris cried. “He’s ruining my life!”

(173 words)

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


FFfAW — The Grasshopper And the iPhone


Pointing to a large, green insect resting on the gravel, Ian said, “Look at that big bug, Dad.”

“That’s a grasshopper,” his father said. “It’s harmless. It can’t hurt you. Grasshoppers have powerful rear legs and wings, so they can hop and fly.”

Ian moved closer to get a better look. “What are those orange things on its body”

Ian’s father said, “They may be eggs, Ian. I’ll Google it.” He pulled his iPhone out and searched “grasshopper eggs.” After reading the page, he explained, “They’re actually egg pods, and each pod contains 15 to 150 eggs. She’ll probably be hiding the eggs in the gravel.” He handed his iPhone to Ian so that he could see the screen.

Ian lost interest in the grasshopper and was, instead, fascinated by his father’s iPhone. “Can I have an iPhone, Dad?”

“You’re way too young to have your own cellphone,” his father said.

“How old were you when you got your first iPhone, Dad!” Ian innocently asked.

Ian’s father smiled. “Fifty,” he answered.

Ian was not happy.

(173 words)

Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt from Priceless Joy. Image credit: @any1mark66.

FFfAW — The Scene of the Crime

1B7C8338-86D5-4487-AF01-15D64C9B560CSince he was the last person to see her alive, it didn’t surprise Aaron that he was, at first, a person of interest in her disappearance.

He told the police at the time that he and Amanda were camping near the bay and, after a romantic night of wine and watching the sunset, they went to their tent, made love, and fell asleep in each other’s arms. But when he woke up early the next morning, she was gone.

Five years had already passed since Amanda disappeared. No one knew what happened to Amanda, and her disappearance was now a cold case. Now Aaron was back, yet again, at the same spot by the bay looking at the same sunset.

As Aaron gazed at the sunset, he remembered how she told him that she wanted a divorce. The fight that ensued became violent, and before dawn broke, he disposed of Amanda’s body.

They say that the criminal always returns to the scene of the crime. Aaron did — every year at this same time.

(174 words)

Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers from Priceless Joy. Image Credit: Footy and Foodie.

FFfAW — Cave Drawings

0CD8683C-0400-46CA-BF84-355B61BD47B3Harold ran back to his group of explorer scouts. Out of breath, he screamed at the others to follow him. The other explorer scouts and the scout leader, Steve, ran with Harold until they reached the the vertical, clay-colored rock wall.

“Look at these rock carvings,” Harold said, excitedly pointing at the images. He turned to Steve and asked him if he knew who might have made the carvings.

Steve moved in for a closer look. After inspecting the carvings, he stepped back and said, “Yes, boys, this is the work of the Anasazi culture. They inhabited this region more than two millennia ago and left us the magnificent ruins at Mesa Verde and other sites.”

One of the younger scouts stepped forward and said, “I don’t think so.”

“Why would you say that?” Steve asked.

“Just look closely,” he said. “The guy is carrying a briefcase and he’s standing next to an open laptop on a desk.”

“Yeah,” said another boy. “There’s the screen and the keyboard with a track pad.”


“Oops,” said Steve.

(174 words)

Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers from Priceless Joy.

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.