The Chant

My rubber shoes are soaked with rain. My hungry stomach is now in pain. I was drowned in the sea of noise made of my schoolmates’ giggles and words shared with their friends and parents as well as the sound of the car tires against the water-kissed road.

The sun’s about to be eaten by the night sky but I promised to my once present father that I won’t ever cry.

So with my head bowed down, I repeat the chant my mind’s uttering for almost four hours now: “Mommy said she will come for me. Mommy said she will…”

Word count: 100
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Photo credit: Jessica Haines

For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) January 31, 2017. 🙂 Congratulations for the 100th milestone, dear PJ!

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First Fly

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“That’s your daddy, little man!”

My mom-heart swells when the eyes of my four-year old sparked in delight as he watched his father fly the red helicopter for the first time. From playing toy planes, now my beloved husband is flying his real one.

“Let’s go, Momma! Come on!!!” he giddily say as he pulled me towards our condo’s door where we gaze at the lovely, exciting scene.

“Not yet love, it’s not safe—.”

A loud ear-shattering blast. We looked up.

My son’s delighted eyes turned to widely horrified.

“Moooooom!!”

“No. No. It’s not your daddy. It cannot. I cannot be.”

Word count: 100

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Photo credit: Iain Kelly


In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) August 30, 2016.

Rules:

  • a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
  • each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
  • no serial (continuation) stories
  • include a pingback to the challenge post

Thank you for hosting this awesome prompt, Priceless Joy! ❤ 

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Like Father, Like Son

The familiar high-pitched screech of tires, the familiar loud cheers of race enthusiasts, welcomed me as if it was just yesterday.

Two decades ago, my heart’s racing as the man who owns it zooms for his dream trophy. Now my old beating ticker’s jittery again, this time for our beloved son.

My love lost both– the race and his life. That’s why I tried with all my might to rid my son of his dad’s roaring racing blood. But like father, like son, I failed.

Now I have none, but the hope that their fate isn’t like father, like son.

Word count: 100

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Photo credit: Sunday Photo Fiction


I missed writing fictions!! 😀 I’m glad to be back, again. ❤

In response to Sunday Photo Fiction for May 01, 2016.

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.

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Numbered Mind

Three is my favourite number. But after that candle-incident, it’s now four.

There are four candles in my cake. Mom and Dad want me to blow them all. I didn’t. Mom shouted, but not at me. She cried, wailed on the floor while I group the pasta strands in three, silently. She went inside their room then went out with her four-wheel bag. She hugged me tight. She said sorry and I love you, four times each. She left.

I think her favorite number is four.

Dad hugged me, told me not to cry. I didn’t. I can’t count my tears. I don’t like things I can’t count. Just like my mouth don’t like words it cannot say, which is all.

24 days after, mom’s still not home but I am happy. ‘Cause for the first time, Dad and I went out of the house. I can’t look at people’s eyes but I am amazed to see the long staircase. Excited to count them, I run and climbed up, up and up. I am in 44th step when I looked back.

I can’t see Dad.

Maybe his favourite number is five.

Word count: 190

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Photo credit: Louise of Storyteller’s Abode


In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) March 08, 2016.

Rules:

  • a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
  • each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
  • no serial (continuation) stories
  • include a pingback to the challenge post

Thank you for a beautiful prompt, Priceless Joy!

P.S.

This is inspired by a fictional character from the book I am currently reading; Love Anthony by Lisa Genova.

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