flash fiction friday #67
my apologies! in true trini style i return from long fff hiatus with a late trigger...swear is the mother's fault, though; i had wha's below ready to go then had to stop+lecture her about not telling people where+when she riding out alone. steups. anyhow...
flash fiction friday #67 trigger; inclusions: cold, bold, fold, hold, rolled.
rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural/thematic challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.09a.m. friday, trinbago time; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago time.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to this/my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment here on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on this/my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago time.* [in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.
posted by sweet trini @ 12:09 pm
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fff#67 written+posted on this blog immediately above this post, or use url: https://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2019/04/fff67.html
walk good.
It was a cold, rainy evening as her car drove up to the block to check her brother. It had become a weekly ritual between them. She never liked going there. She hated the way the men on the corner would look at her; like a group of perverted schoolboys. Nevertheless, she would make the trip. Her brother had been estranged from the rest of the family for years; only she maintained contact. She parked the car some distance from the corner parlour and hopped out. It wasn’t hard to see why the fellas on the corner regarded her so highly. She had a bold and fierce beauty.
She walked up the steps to her brother’s small bungalow and knocked on the door. About a minute later it flew open and her brother stood there smiling. They hugged and he stood aside motioning for her to enter. As she walked in, her nose caught the strong scent of freshly baked cake. She was not a huge cake lover but when he offered she obliged. A small slice was good enough for her. He brought it over and she thanked him kindly. In two bites she was done. She dusted the crumbs from her mouth onto the napkin before giving it a single fold over to prevent the crumbs from falling out.
She looked at him and gave him a gentle smile. “You’re getting much better.” she said.
“He didn’t bake it.” Came a voice from the bedroom. Two seconds later a tall and strikingly handsome man walked out into the living room.
“Hi, I’m Sheldon.”
Sheldon stretched out his hand to initiate a shake. She stood motionless for a split second before slowly putting out her hand to his.
Her shock was evident.
“I didn’t know you were seeing someone.” She told her brother. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Girl,” replied her brother, “...this thing is so new. We met a couple months ago really. Come, let’s take a smoke on the porch and I’ll tell you all about it.”
He walked over to the table and cut three more slices of cake handing two off for his sister and Sheldon to hold. Out on the porch the ashtray was waiting with a cheap lighter and an already rolled joint.
As they sat down he began, “Remember that night I got robbed and called you to come get me after our mother refused? Well...”
FIN
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