A thousand years ago, it was buried deep in the ground, high in the mountains. Each year the Spring rains washed away a little more of the soil. This year, 2020, it rested among the trees and moss, enjoying sunshine and warm breezes. Once it warmed to 98.6 degrees, the pod would awake and a…
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#FFFC #48 — The Favorite
The Favorite Joe built Tommy in his 9th grade wood sculpture class. As Joe was an artist in his soul, he allowed the wood to shape itself into what it was meant to be – Tommy emerged. Made of cherry wood from a tree limb pruned from one in his back yard, Joe made the…
Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #47 — Burning a Bridge
Hen was the middle child and had sisters just a year older and a year younger, both of whom grew into great beauties by their early twenties. In order to compete with her sisters, she developed her sharp intellect into verbal riparte that could mesmerize even the most smitten away from the object of their…
#FFFC 41 — PlasmaTran Inn
Back in the days of combustion engines, when individuals who hooked up in Cyberia, there were the pesky, often-expensive details of traveling in various vehicles to connect with the other person physically. Things called cars, trains, planes, buses, Ubers, and hovercrafts. Since the development of PlasmaTran (i.e. plasmatronic wave transmission) it was a matter of…
#FFFC 40 — The Man in the Mirror
Pixabay at Pexels.com Herman’s daughter had been begging him for a self-portrait for the past year. Herman had been diagnosed with lymphoma two years previous and had been doing his best to stay alive since then. It was September. Herman had a feeling the coming Christmas would be his last. He decided to paint a…
#FFFC — A Place to Grow
Finding a place to grow food in the city was becoming an emergent crisis. Overpopulation forced building housing on every square inch of land that wasn’t streets or sidewalks. The price of food, both at grocery stores and at farmers markets made it unaffordable to most. Growing one’s own became essential. Bands of like-minded (and…
FFFC #33 — Mrs. Willow’s Journal
Mandy was a casual collector of old books, journals, and other written material. During one afternoon of book browsing, she happened across a large, burnished brown volume with buckled closures and a raised embossed labyrinth on the cover. As Mandy creaked it open, so too did the floorboards behind her creak with the presence of…
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