“The Long Road Home” – A Flash Fiction

“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.

Impact – A Flash Fiction

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

 

Big Brother – by Rob Colvin

 

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

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

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

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

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.

Sisters

The Two Sisters by Theodore Chasseriau

 

I envied her abilities to dance, the way she moved about, gracefully as if gravity did not restrain her, rather worked with her, propelling the movements into the air like a symphony.
She had been beautiful in every sense of the word, while I was the average sister, waiting behind her, to be noticed, to be seen.
At times, in my poor judgment of youth, I dared to express the anger that arose, through many actions, and hurtful words, but she always smiled.
Always, patiently, lovingly.
But none of that mattered now, as I stood outside of her hospice room, still grasping with the concept, that I would lose her, soon.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

This post was inspired by this weeks Five Sentence Flash Prompt: Envy. 

 

 

The Cure – A Spooktoberfest Post

The chill was deep and heavy, as she emerged out of her cocoon of blankets she had draped over herself, and moved toward the direction of the commotion not far from her front porch.
Ever since the new neighbors had brought with them three unruly teenagers, and many disturbing toys, the quietness of her weekend retreat was often broken. It did not matter how many polite visits, she or her fellow housemates made upon the threshold of the Millers, or how many times the other neighbors called the police. There was no stopping them, those who did not care for the rest of others, who in their short stay had managed to be topic of many discussions at the corner store. Like a bad virus, they where here to stay, but no one was happy about it.
A screeching, then a short scream, that sounded more of that of little girls, than young boys, followed by a quick curse-filled dash into their home, widen her grin and she nodded at the dark figures that emerged out of the thick shrubs.
The implementation of a cure had begun.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

This post was inspired by the Spooktoberfest Blog Hop, which includes the following restrictions

1. maximum word count 300 words
2. include the following words: chill, cocoon, commotion, cursing, virus
3. post by Oct. 28th 2014.

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Breaking Free – A Five Sentence Flash Fiction

Prison – A Haiku

the prison without
bars tightens around my soul
self-imposed pain

Breaking Free

Choices had to be made today, no longer could she put them to the side, hide behind what had happened in her past.

It was time to make a move, a large one, something that would get her unstuck, and away from this self-imposed prison.

But making a choice could come with the price of falling, of making a mistake, without the safety-net – the comfort of her usual, but well-known painful existence.

A soft noise broke through the desolate silence of the tiny bedroom.

 

She turned her head toward the crib, her heart beating faster, with a mixture of fear and love, and knew, that somewhere inside of her, she had no choice but to find the courage – for that little girl.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014