The Tea – A Flash Fiction

 

“The Dreams In Which I’m Dyin'” by Samantha Aplin 

 

“Soon”, she said to the impatient child, stirring the tea, the clouds of steam rising above the slightly cracked cup, slowly allowing the brew of roots to cool to a consumable temperature.
She tried not to frown, her eyes filled with a sorrowful smile as she nodded reassuringly at the little one.
This would have to make due for now, no breakfast available to fill their empty stomachs, but at least, the heat the tea brought would allow them to move about in the bitter cold.
For a moment, a flicker of despair rushed across her face, but she caught herself, adjusting it back to the well-practiced facade she had worn now far too long.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

The above image is by the talented Samantha Aplin and is available on RedBubble. Please support independent artists, thank you.

The flash fiction was inspired by Lillie McFerrin’s flash fiction prompt “Steam”, and the #1word blog hop prompt “Soon”.

Waiting

I waited all my life.
I have been waiting for the right moment to run away from this prison called family, find my own way, forge my own destiny.
I have been waiting for that special time to follow through on my dreams, the moment of inspiration to strike, when the fire of following through burns so hot within me, that it leaves me no choice but to act.
I have been waiting for the perfect second to share with you the deep love I feel, expressing all that my heart desires so much to share, with you, my soul mate.
On my knee, in front of you, I am no longer waiting, for the thought of loosing you burns harder in me within me, than any fear of taking a chance.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

This Five Sentence Flash Fiction was inspired by a Five Sentence Flash Prompt “Waiting”

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Just A Girl – A Flash Fiction

This was the worst, and scariest day of her short life, the day where everything would change, and nothing would ever be the same.
A slave to a custom, that never dared to ask what she wanted, her choices not relevant, her young age not an obstacle.
She was, after all, just a girl, her father’s property, for him to give away, so she could become the property of another.
A person, whom she had never met, and who would from now on, be the one deciding for her, where she could go, whom she could talk to, and to bare his children.
Pushing back the tears, she tried to smile through the delicate veil her Aunt put upon her, awaiting her new fate, as a wife.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

This post was inspired by this weeks Flash Fiction Prompt: “Marriage”