Iqbal

(100-word flash fiction)

The rain battered the roof sounding like dancing skeletons. Or machine-gun fire. Both reminded him of Afghanistan.

Behind his closed sleepless eyelids rose images of families huddled in shacks, hiding their daughters, their young sons. Their once-proud brows shrunken by war and poverty. Their once erect backs, bent.

Only young Iqbal was different. Orphaned, rudderless, hanging around the camp doing odd jobs, immune to the horrors, always smiling, as though he, impossibly, saw only light everywhere.

For him, the war ended when Iqbal was found dead, hit by a stray American bullet.

Collateral damage, they said. Bloody murder, he thought.

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Ah! Wednesday night and we all gather around the Friday Fictioneers fire, led by our ablest Girl Guide Rochelle 🙂

Photo prompt –

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Yellow Heart

(100-word flash fiction)

I got up early to make Mummy a marmalade sandwich with a heart hole for Mother’s Day. Daddy called it Yellow Heart.  He said it would make Mummy very happy when she got home.

It’s 8 o’clock and Mummy isn’t home yet, so Daddy made me a peanut butter sandwich. But, I was still hungry so I started to eat Mummy’s sandwich too, when the doorbell rang.

But it’s not Mummy, it’s a policeman with his hat in his hand. Why is he whispering to Daddy while staring at me?

Is Mummy not coming back because I ate her sandwich?

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* Apparently, on SnapChat, Yellow Heart means you are #1 best friends with each other 🙂

I am a bit late this week because a story just wouldn’t form itself and I didn’t want to pull a premie out of my muse’s womb. I finally got one I am happy with 🙂 Thanks Rochelle for hosting this eclectic group of flash fiction addicts every week, week after week. I salute your dedication 🙂

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PHOTO PROMPT © Kelvin M. Knight

The peak

(100-word flash fiction)

They had climbed the whole day. Yet, the peak looked as far away as when they had started.

Night, a thick furry blanket, fell fast and dark, so they pitched their tent. After dining, Arial left Adam by the campfire to explore a clump of trees.

Her flashlight caught a pair of large, round eyes staring, unblinking.

“Kuuu-koo,” it said.

“The peak is not unreachable,” she heard.

“It seems so,” she said.

“Kuuu-koo,”

“You can change your reality in a blink,” she heard.

Next morning, when they awoke, they were at the peak, looking down at a valley of wildflowers.

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Tried what I think is magic realism 🙂 And also missing the call of the Ruru (Morepork) that I used to listen to until late into the night in NZ.

I can now safely re-christen Wednesday night to Friday Fictioneers night 🙂 thanks to our lovely Rochelle 🙂

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PHOTO PROMPT © Danny Bowman