Today’s stories come from our previous posting location. Most are mine, though one is from another author. The stories are in no particular order, compared to their original post sequence. — Russell
7. It’s All About the Money, by Ann-Louise Truschel
“Get your coat on, Mother! We have an appointment with your lawyer.”
“But you never let me go out. Where am I going? I don’t remember.”
You don’t remember anything, you old bat! her daughter thought. But today I’m going to get control of your money!
At the law office, old Mrs. Blaine says, “I need to go potty.”
“Let me take you,” offers the secretary.
In the ladies’ room, the secretary hands her cell to Mrs. Blaine, who pulls up the Uber app. “My ticket to Tahiti is at the airport. Stall my daughter as long as you can.”
6. The Perfect Aliens, by Russell Conover
Jacob was struggling to make the aliens in his story perfect. He pictured the most terrifying invaders he could imagine: green with numerous eyes, sharp teeth, and no mercy on Earthlings.
“Something’s still missing,” he groaned. “Too generic.”
Jacob looked up, and saw his cat Fluffy entering. Fluffy carried the lifeless body of a mouse, proud of her conquest.
“Bad Fluffy!” The cat skedaddled.
A light bulb went off in Jacob’s mind. He resumed writing. “The invader was terrifying enough. But then it grew whiskers and fangs, and stabbed its prey lifeless, with an innocent ‘Meow’.”
He grinned. “Perfect.”
5. The Heist, by Russell Conover
Tony eyed the scene. He was sure he could sneak into the picnic while the people’s backs were turned, and grab a tasty treat. He slowly approached the blanket, waiting.
“Darn. I left something in the car,” the dad said. “Let’s go get it.” They all left.
Tony grinned. This was his chance! He scurried forward, eyeing the delectable feast.
“Hey! What’s that by the sandwiches?” the boy yelled. “Get it!”
Uh-oh! Tony thought. He sprinted as quickly as possible, but it was too late. The girl’s shoe squashed him flat.
It ain’t easy being an ant.
4. Seeking Freedom, by Russell Conover
The men, women, boys, and girls looked out of their cages, terrified and sad. The monsters had taken them as prisoners with no warning, and no hopes of escape.
“What can we do?” moaned one girl.
“No clue,” a man groaned. “This is hopeless.”
All the while, their captors watched with glee. “Our plans are finally coming together,” one reveled. “But, I do feel bad for them.”
“Hey–the sign warned them,” her friend replied, rubbing his green skin.
“Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.”
3. Unity, by Russell Conover
Sharon was grasping at straws for her Friday Flash Fiction story. She had a lot of good ideas, but couldn’t unify them into one coherent tale.
She jotted down her ideas: sunshine, chocolate, orangutan, ocean, party. They were all vivid, but they had nothing in common.
“What will I do?” Sharon moaned.
Then she had a thought: Just write. Her fingers tapped the keyboard–first tentatively, then more confidently. The story materialized. She reviewed the work she’d just done, with a smile.
“Not my best, but decent, considering.” She cracked her knuckles. “Writing isn’t so bad after all.”
2. A Little Slice of Heaven, by Russell Conover
Alan smiled, taking in the sights around him. The sun was shining on the Hawaii beach. A cold drink was in his hands, beside his many books. Birds cawed in the distance, and children laughed as they ran into the waves. His wife sat beside him, and his kids were building a sand castle.
This was heaven. An escape from life. He never wanted to leave.
“Jones! Snap out of it! Report’s due in an hour!” The boss frowned.
Alan jolted awake in his office chair, sighing. Only a week till his big vacation.
1. The Beach Walk, by Russell Conover
Sam was in paradise. He strolled the shore, listening to the crashing waves and smelling salt in the air. What could be better?
Then he noticed something. A fish, flopping on the shore, was stuck in a plastic soda can holder. Sam jogged over and freed the fish from the plastic ring.
“I am free! I cannot thank you enough! I will now grant you the wish of your choice.” The fish winked at Sam. His jaw dropped.
“Never thought I’d say this, but I’ve had too much time in the sun,” he muttered. “Madness is setting in.”