Ready to bloom again? ~ #FlashFiction

Ready to Bloom Again? ~ #FlashFiction Fiction Inspired by The Rose Inside The Glass dome In Beauty And The Beast

Ready to bloom again?

Ready to Bloom Again? ~ #FlashFiction Fiction Inspired by The Rose Inside The Glass dome In Beauty And The Beast

It was a tale as old as time.  A tale that was stuck in a bubble of time.

Time was standing still but the rose petals fell.

Each time a petal fell, Belle got older and with each petal that fell, a bud appeared in its place, ready to bloom again.  And so it went on, this tale as old as time.

And did Belle retain her youthful looks and beauty, like all good fairytales should?

Well, yes and no.  Inside, she was ageing, like a withered rose.  Outside not a wrinkle appeared.

Eternal youth was not blooming all over this beauty.

But what would happen to the rose petals when the body gave up?  Would it continue to bloom?  Or would it recognise that beauty of knowing when to also give up and stand still in time?

Time would tell.

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By Carol Cameleon 2017 ©

Inspired by the rose inside the glass dome in Beauty and the Beast.

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A Comfortable Racket ~ #FlashFiction

 

‘A Comfortable Racket’ ~ Flash Fiction

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When the shutters opened again, they would provide comfort to the community.

Nobody needed that comfort more than Sonny.  He had come he from – well he wasn’t certain where he had come from.  But even this clinical, draughty, nuts-and-bolts, industrial shell of a corridor was luxury compared to that place.

Most of which he had pushed from his memory.

He had heard the unmistakable racket of the shutters going up and down oh, so many times.  They were part of his daily routine now.  Part of daily comfort.

But no one knew when the shutters would open again…

…which was not a very comforting thought.

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A Spectacle ~ #FlashFiction

 

‘A Spectacle’ ~ Flash Fiction

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He wasn’t sure what had brought him here.  In truth, he didn’t know where he was but looking at the window, he guessed it was an old converted church.

He hadn’t been to church for years.

Perhaps this was his calling?

Then, a distraction.

He could see a reflection in his glasses; they were lights that moved as he did and followed his every move.

Yet when he took his glasses off to see the source, the light was nowhere to be seen.

Was it a trick of the light or a trick of his mind?

A trick that resulted in him seeing things from a different point of view?

Ironic that taking his glasses off helped him to see more clearly.

He felt sure that he had lost his religion, as he moved to ascend the stairs.

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‘Square Peg’ ~ Flash Fiction

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The next clue was, “Take the key from ‘around’ the floor to be ‘this way up’ .”

“Unlock the round containers; next clue must be in the box on the windowsill,” the contestant thought out loud, head spinning, as he solved the clue.

You really had to think outside the box in this cryptic adventure…

but first you had to fit a square peg into a round hole…

The clock was ticking.

It was a lose-lose situation.

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Visiting hours ~ flash fiction

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She loved cliches.  She could use them ’til the cows came home!

Her life had been full of cliches recently, or at least close to cliches.

She’d come to terms with a lot of things; she’d overcome a whole range of emotions and now she felt another chapter closing.

At first, she’d found it really hard to let go but then she’d seen the sense.  In fact she’d seen how it had all slotted into place perfectly, almost as if it was meant to be.

She’d taken comfort in that.  After weeks of sorting, clearing, reminiscing, she was now stepping through the door for the very last time.

She was just a visitor now.  The limbo was gone.  Time to move on.

Time for one last look around and then she’d close the door, lock it and she’d start again; a new chapter with so many exciting things on the horizon.  She hadn’t even realised that she was ready for all of this.  But she was.

It was all meant to be…

Visiting hours were over at last.

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“Platform to Another World” ~ Flash Fiction

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‘Platform to Another World’ ~ Flash fiction

Were it not for the tell-tale modern phone wire across the skyline, the wizard thought he could still be in his past life.

He gazed at one of the tools of his trade, namely the magician’s time-piece on the windowsill.

What of that time-piece?

A good friend had gifted it to him; a fellow wizard.  Oh, the wonderful journeys he had been on!

“So, where to next?” pondered Professor Severus Snape as he heard the familiar chug of the Hogwart’s Express in the distance…

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A little bit about this piece of flash fiction:

Inspired partly by my current read ‘The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August’; the theme (so far) being time-travel.

Partly by the intriguing ‘time-piece’ that I saw on the windowsill in the photo.

Partly by one of my favourite characters in ‘Harry Potter’

And of course partly by my imagination…

I wanted to get the theme of Platform 9 3/4 into the title by a clever play on words… 😉

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The Time for What? ~ Flash fiction

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My accidental fiction has been rekindled… and I intend to keep the embers burning regularly as part of my Footnotes & Anecdotes monthly post. Before we go into the story, a quick run-down: – Frank and Louise are pregnant… with twins!  Louise is extremely excited but Frank is very uneasy about the whole ‘twin’ thing.  He was over the moon about the ‘baby’ but appears to be feeling resentment towards Louise’s twin baby bump… let’s catch up –  the ‘Footnote’ that inspired this instalment:

The chief requirement of the good life, is to live without any image of oneself.

And the next instalment:

Frank found himself clock-watching with anticipation in a plush waiting area.  Louise wouldn’t tell him what they were waiting for and Frank wouldn’t stop asking questions.  Nor would Louise give any definitive answers.

On arrival, Frank had given the inside of the foyer a quick once-over.  To him, it looked like a slightly above average office block with a slightly above average looking reception area.  At least, he assumed it was a reception area.  It was difficult to tell without a receptionist manning ‘it’.  Being Sunday, there was no-one else around.  Just Frank, Louise and the ever-growing bump.

Louise’s phone had been beeping, announcing an incoming text randomly. By the look of excitement building on her face, it was clear to Frank that the time was getting close.

The time for what?

He was just relieved that they were spending some time together, and not surrounded by baby shop magazines or stockpiled nappies that were on offer.  Time with his wife was precious indeed.  It was certainly getting increasingly difficult to be intimate due to practicalities of bumps and also Louise’s lagging energy levels.  Not to mention Frank’s growing resentment interfering with his libido.  In fact, intimacies were very low on the agenda these days.

“Here she is!” came Louise’s voice, breaking into Frank’s thoughts.

‘She’ entered the foyer with a broad smile that was slightly too corporate.

Offering a hand out to Louise she said, “Good morning, are you both ready for your 4D scan?”

Frank could have given several reasons for not being ‘ready’.  The cost of the scan for one.  With twins on the way, there were a whole host of other, more practical things to spend money on.

And they would be meeting the babies soon enough; why did Louise have to allow ‘their’ precious time together to be invaded by baby talk?  Again.

Purely for an easy life and to keep the peace, he gave a false smile that rivalled this woman’s.  The truth was, he was dreading the twins’ arrival.  He’d have been quite happy with one baby.  Louise was so wrapped up in the pregnancy that she didn’t seem to notice Frank’s mood swings.  And he couldn’t blame the hormones.  Not pregnancy ones in any case.

Any outsider could clearly see that Frank needed to open up to Louise about his feelings but would he?  Or would he continue to grimace for the remainder of the pregnancy journey… and most probably beyond?

…Find out as the story continues on the 2nd Monday of next month (subscribe to make sure you don’t miss it – see top of right hand sidebar.)

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‘The Glass and the Pearls’ ~ Flash Fiction for #WonderfulWorldofWriting

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The Glass and the Pearls

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Penny teased the key out of the glass.  Perhaps it wasn’t the best place to keep a key – any burglar would probably look there first. But still, it seemed like the ‘right’ place to her.

She unlocked her jewellery box and rang her fingers over the sumptuous purple velvet lining, then carefully retrieved her string of pearls like they were a piece of beautiful bone china.

She knew she shouldn’t save wearing her pearls for special occasions but she still did.  And so, the pledge was made right there and then.  She would wear them more often.  No, she would wear them every day.  Every single day.

This was not a special occasion in the traditional sense but she knew she still had to wear her pearls.

The chime of the doorbell pulled her thoughts back to the now.  This was it.  Head up.  Deep, deep breath.  Yes, she looked together.  She looked much, much better than she felt.  She must now answer the door to her friend and hold herself together for the funeral of her dear old work colleague who was also her dear late husband.

Yes, she was a widow now and she would wear these pearls that her late husband had given her every day.  She would put them back in her jewellery box, lock it up and put the key back in the ‘Happy Retirement’ engraved glass every day.  For this was the glass chosen by her dear husband and she would look at the glass daily.  Such bitter-sweet memories of the glass and the pearls.

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By Carol Cameleon 2015

First published on this blog a year ago as part of a game where the theme was ‘glass’.  I felt the need to give it another airing 🙂

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“Never let it be said that a stone heart holds no emotion.” ~ Flash Fiction

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The three men were all together with tools, determination and perserverence.

All working to make space for something new.  But something was in the way.

They tried to move ‘The Old Fella’ but he refused.  Though made of stone, he was a stubborn ‘Old Fella’ and the place would always be his home; would always be in his heart.

“Never let it be said that a stone heart holds no emotion,” he muttered at the burly men as they gave up, downed tools and headed home for the day.  This building project would have to wait…

 

 

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No one knew when it was going to happen…

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No one knew when it was going to happen.  There was no warning.

The locals accepted ‘it’ as a part of village life which happened randomly twice a year;  although it was an inconvenience.  Most of them saw the funny side though… except those that got stuck on the only bridge into and out of the village.

No one knew when ‘The Curse of the Herder’ would strike and open the gates for the herds to escape… and run amok.  It was a game that the ghostly herder relished!

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