“The Long Road Home” – A Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction: The Long Road Home

“The Long Road Home” by Avalon Media available here:
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Despite numerous diversions, I had followed through on my plans to make the trip to Santa Fe.
No matter what the Universe threw at me, I was determined to follow through, after all, I had made the promise to stand by my sisters side on her special day, even though I loathed weddings and knew it would mean I would have to encounter slimy old Uncle Thomas.
None of that mattered, nothing did, because I was happy for her, more importantly for the first time in her life, she was happy.
Diversions or not, I had to go in a hurry, and took a wrong turn that would end my life.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

This post was inspired by this weeks prompt “Diversions” by Lillie McFerrin. The above image “The Long Road Home” is available on RedBubble here.

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Impact – A Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction: Impact

One day can change everything. I had never appreciated that sentiment until this very moment. A breath, a glance, a decision, all actions that are fleeting, but their impact felt long after, creating waves of changes not to be taken lightly. Until now, standing here, in the midst of the thick, lushious lawn, feeling simutaniously at home and lost, I did not know the depth of this truth. But at the end, all that matters to me now, is that those decisions brought me right here – to you.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

Five – A Flash Fiction

 

 

He would not – could not –  stop repeating the number five, over and over again, sometimes louder, other times barely whispering it. This was normal behavior, they told me, normal for him at least, and assured me that on good days his uttering sounded like a happy recital of long-lost memories. They were lost alright, lost within me, but I did not tell them, knowing that they would think, I was as crazy as him, belonging in the same place he would never leave again. I knew the meaning of his mumbles because I heard them before, twenty years ago, when I saw my Dad that last time – and I was five.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015
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The Spell – A Five Sentence Flash Fiction

The Spell - A Five Sentence Flash Fiction

She made the offering with gentleness and care, honoring the path of her ancestors, while softly murmuring a prayer, I could not understand.
Floating, her bare feet seemingly not touching the soft grass of the large yard, she was somewhere else, not only in spirit, but also in body.
Her soft, long hair weaved back and forth in the warm breeze, then she froze, smiled and open her eyes, looking directly at me, with such suddenness that it startled me.
Nodding at my puzzlement, her smile deepened, as she said clearly, the first words of her’s I actually understood: “So Mote It Be!”

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

This post was based on this weeks Five Sentence Flash Fiction Prompt “Offering”.

Responsible – A Flash Fiction

Responsible - A Flash Fiction

It should have been me, laying there, the delicate tea-cup broken, as it fell out of my hand, before I hid the ground.
Not her, not the person filled with the most innocence I have ever witnessed, not the only one whom never would speak a word of ill, or hold a harsh thought in her heart.
I was supposed to be there this day. It was me, whose house had been broken into, who’s jewelry enticed those less fortunate, my choices leading up to the occurences of this tragic day.
Instead, I had left, this day as any other, leaving her behind asleep, defenseless, and now dead.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

The Door – A Flash Fiction

The Door - A Flash Fiction

She knocked on the door with such force that her knuckles hurt, but she continued anyway.
There was no barrier to thick to stop her from going through to the other side, another life, a new beginning. How could she continue to live without regret, if she would not take the chance, even if the potential of devastation was great.
The door opened with the same fierceness that she displayed in knocking on it, his hand on the knob, wearing an expression of confusion and anger on his face.
Reaching for his tangled morning hair, she took a deep breath and uttered: “I love you.”

Claudia H. Blanton 2014

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Thank You And Good-Bye – A Flash Fiction

Thank you and Good-Bye - A Flash Fiction

I thought I should tell you, that your phone call this crisp, bright morning, saved my life. You know which call I am talking about, the one where you broke up with me, because you where too cowardly to do it to my face. It stopped me in my tracks, leaving me too breathless to cross the street, right as a speeding car ran the red light in front of me. So, I thank you from the bottom of my heart and with all sincerity – good-bye.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

This post was inspired by the Daily Prompt, where we were asked to use the following  words within any post of our choice: a phone call, a crisp, bright morning,and  a speeding car.