Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge – At Last

He did not belong to anyone. He used and threw them. Now he was sick from a terminal illness, lying alone. His housekeeper of 10 years walked to him and changed his clothes without emotion. “Thank you,” he told her. Had he spoken to her? She looked at him, stunned. He could detect some deep feeling behind her eyes for the first time. He had never known her eyes were intelligent and kind. Why had he not seen her before? The way she looked at him! He held her hands, gratified that he had found true love at last.

Thanks to Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge for this week’s word prompt.

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Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge – The Little Girl

Tough-looking muscled men chopped the trees, cutting nature’s artwork to make way for furniture. Loud women worked with them, chatting and laughing. The little one hid behind the trees, glad that she had no legs. She was scared that they would find her out. She nibbled on the cakes and fruits they had left in the corner. It was the same every year; she longed for new cream cakes and pastries. She paused, startled. A man came quite close to her. If the little one had a heart, it would have thudded. But, she had died 5 years ago.

This was written for Charli’s Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge.

Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction- The Doll

It was cloudy when Macie returned home. She had been little more than a machine for the past 2 years. Her husband sighed, reaching out to take her hat and coat. All of a sudden, a fierce gust of wind shook their living room. The wind blew through his study, scattering his papers and bringing down a doll, which he had hidden from her. He did not hear the doll fall, but Macie did. She rushed over and picked it up, her eyes watering. She looked at his stunned face and sobbed for the first time in 2 years.

This story was written for the Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. Thank you, Charli, for giving us the opportunity.

Carrot Ranch Challenge – Melanie

He squinted at the braided girl in brown hair with his half-blind eyes.  The first time he saw her, she was dancing to the same tune. Has it been 60 years? They were married the next year and she had passed away a year after their marriage. She was back now, wearing the same dress. “Melanie’, he whispered weakly. Melanie, for the first time in her traditional attire, danced exuberantly. She looked at him and sensed that something was wrong. She hurried over to him. ‘Grandpa’, she shook him. His limp body fell to the ground with a thud.

This is in response to this week’s Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge.

Carrot Ranch – Flash Fiction Challenge

“Darling, I have got some fresh apples for you. Here, take this one.”

He placed the shiny, juicy apple in front of her. She took a look and knew what it was. “Are you sure you don’t what this?” She tried.

“Nope. Not really.”

She thought of her unemployment, the years of quarrel and her god-forsaken country where divorce was a crime.

“Shall I peel the skin? It would taste better, I think.” She gave herself a last chance.

“No. An apple’s skin has the most nutrients.”

She looked blank for a minute. Then, she took the first bite.

This is in response to Carrot Ranch’s word prompt.

Dark Lane

I walk in a lonely

dark lane,

I fear the night

Cicadas tease me

with their low hiss.

My home is still far away,

I hit a stone

and my heart freezes

at the sharp sound.

I look around

and fear turns into wonder

as a bud blossoms

into a purple flower.

Bees swarm

around the new-born flower

and I find a place

in a rusty bench.

I don’t want to move

I don’t want to go home

I swap my fear

for joy and wonder,

glued to the mesmerizing

beauty of the night