In a Flash: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

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Flies buzzed. They flew in slomo before landing on the ham sandwiches and the pink cupcakes.  How much shit had they sat on before touchdown? Was I going to be eating pure ecoli or no germs at all. I brushed them away. They rose as a black cloud, descending on food out of my arm’s reach. It was too hot to care. The fans did little to challenge the heat. Soon it wouldn’t matter – we’d all be baked inside this tin can.  The sweat raged as a torrent flowing down the gullies of my face. The bride and groom must be boiling. They were clothed for occasion; not for comfort. They’d look like they were melting in the photos. I was no fan of swimming but I yearned for the river. They’d not miss me. I took off.

I was close to the river when I heard a loud kabooom. I turned. The shed had gone, engulfed in flames. Running, no longer caring about the heat. How I hated terrorists.

Thank you to our host  Priceless Joy and to Yarnspinner for supplying this week’s photo prompt.

Word count 171

About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
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24 Responses to In a Flash: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

  1. yarnspinnerr says:

    Very well crafted.

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  2. shivamt25 says:

    To flies landing on food to the kaboom by terrorists. It wasn’t a short story, it was a thrilling joyride!

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  3. James says:

    A perpetually difficult life punctuated by terrorism.

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  4. NorCal Zen says:

    I love the twists and turns of this story! You had me spellbound 🙂

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  5. I felt like I was in sweltering heat then my miraculous escape of terrorists! Wow, Irene, Great Story!

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  6. Aweni says:

    I could feel the heat! And those flies…..eeeewww! The twist was also on point. Beautifully expressed.

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  7. The description of the grueling heat made me feel as if I was actually there, sweating it out with the narrator.

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  8. Varad says:

    Yikes! That took a nasty turn. I was expecting something like the bride and groom running to the river as well. This one literally went up in fire.

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  9. athling2001 says:

    Oh, no! How horrible to think of the bride and groom – and most of their families, dying on the wedding day. It amazes me how anybody can think something like this is a ‘good’ thing.

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  10. this was so good, your description of the heat was lovely and short as it may be, the story was a pleasure to read. I couldn’t take my eyes off the page!

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