The Health Department called. Was Frances Huffines (Huff-ē-ness) my mother? (HUFFINESS [noun]: A passing state of anger and resentment.) I laughed. It'd been years since I'd heard it pronounced that way. I corrected the pronunciation: Huhf-fynz They were pushing the booster vaccine. My reaction? Huffiness. Are we doing that already? By Lisa H. Owens Created for an Inner Circle Writers' Group 50-word Flash Fiction Friday September 17, 2021
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Oh, how I miss you. As a child, I hated you, crying at the mere suggestion of you. As an adult, I scoffed when I heard your name. Older now, I lie in bed—eyes closed—praying you'll overtake me. Without you I'm a listless endless yawn. I need you, dear Sleep. By Lisa H. Owens Created for an Inner Circle Writers' Group 50-word Flash Fiction Friday September 17, 2021 ![]() He hunts under cover of darkness. When the house falls silent, he creeps across bedroom floors. Easing up, peering over mattresses containing bodies at rest. Wide maws snore and closed eyes flit. They’re never aware of his presence. Eight furry legs crawl up one limp arm, heading toward chapped lips. Lisa H. Owens Created for an Inner Circle Writers' Group 50-word Flash Fiction Friday. September 10, 2021 Story One: "Obsessive Compulsive Dis-Order" She shuts the door, spins and “click” locks the deadbolt. She plops down in her Prius and cranks the engine. She carefully backs down the driveway. Did she lock the door? She pulls back in to check. Locked. She backs out again. Did she lock the door? This goes on for a while. *** Story Two: “Tea Party” Wearing his tuxedo (pinky extended), he poured tea. Then, using tiny silver tongs, dropped two sugar cubes into each cup. “Chantilly needs three cubes,” the girl demanded. He complied. “Anything else, Madam?” “Chantilly needs two cookies. Then, off with your head!” Chantilly’s button eyes taunted and accused. He was dismissed, “Carry on, Daddy.” By Lisa H. Owens Inspired by a September, 2021 Press 53-Word Theme Prompt : September, 2021 - 53-Words: Oyez! Oyez! Oyez! After August comes September. That’s important to agree upon for any calendar arrangements. The 53-Word Society accepts stories through September 15, written by homo sapiens (see taxonomic rank). Content remains at the sole discretion of the author. Create your own menu, so to speak. Now, go forth, write, and submit! Write a 53-word story about an order. She paces back and forth, her “need” stronger than ever this morning as she wrings hands riddled with sun-damage. Working hands that belie her age. She needs a fix—now. Detoxing. Jonesing. The drip-drip-drip stops abruptly and she spins to face her foe. A worn out Keurig needing a good descaling. Lisa H. Owens Created for an Inner Circle Writers' Group 50-word Flash Fiction Friday. September 3, 2021 |
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