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When they found her, she wore a white wedding dress, the last remains of a memory. Amanda McKinnon, age 90, used to give out candy to all the kids in the neighborhood. In exchange, all she ever asked was polite conversation and company.
Then, the police came to politely tell her she had to stop. There had been complaints. She donated the remaining sweets to charity and died in her sleep two days later. Concerned neighbors found her a week after that.
Her passing, some said, was the end of an age, a time when people could (afford to) be more trusting.
This story is partly based on an old person I knew IRL who used to give out candy to kids in the neighborhood. Part of me always wondered why they would exchange something so valuable (candy) in for something silly – looking at old pictures and listening to stories. The parents in the neighborhood knew about it and as long as we didn’t take advantage of this person, they were like fine – but not too much candy! I wonder sometimes if this would be allowed these days.
Nostalgia! Such a funny thing.
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I’ve been away from Friday Fictioneers for a while. Life has been crazy. Just finished up my first week at new job. (I survived!) And have a closing for my new house scheduled for next week. So I’m finally starting to feel like, okay, my life is going to be normal or at least normalized…. And, how I’ve missed writing flash fiction for Rochelle, who every week posts these fascinating prompts for 100-word stories.
Hope you enjoy my take below. If you’d like to participate with your own story and/or read more flash fiction, click the froggy.
Sometimes, I dream of you. At least I have not forgotten you.
In the dream, we stand together in a long, unending room with no doors. At the end of the room shines a brilliant light, a blindingly bright light, a light I cannot reach, not yet.
Perhaps, the light is heaven. Perhaps, that is where you are.
In my dream, you are young, brown curls bouncing on rosy cheeks. I hold you tight, never wanting to let you go. And that’s when, usually, I wake up.
Most days, life goes on. Life must go on. But sometimes I still remember.
Here is my entry for Day 11 of the A-Z Challenge.
J – Just Kidding
I was only kidding, we whispered, too little, too late after her funeral, over her grave. So young, only sixteen, beautiful, vivacious & perhaps too free in her affections.
Months afterward, I used to lay awake at night, wondering if at prom her ghost might come back to take vengeance on us all like in the movies, which might just be fitting.
What we did was wrong, the rumors, the gossip, slut-shaming, those stupid internet posts, the jokes. I want to say I feel terrible,feel guilty but I have to go on with my life. If there were any justice in this world, maybe I would be the one who was dead, but
I don’t actually know what it would be like to want to die. I just don’t know. I just don’t.
Kind of a downer, sorry. Hope you have a good weekend, we’re going to see the cherry blossom festival parade today and kind of half-awake but determined to get something out. Blessed be!
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Time Wounds All Heals
Genre: Contemporary Fiction, General
In and out, the waves work to erase all trace of the flood, of the road, of the place where his wife, his beloved Yoko once stood. No one could have predicted the unseasonable rain last night, or the flash floods that followed. Even if she had known, Yoko was never one to heed words like never drive through running water.
You never know how deep it will be.
In another year, the shore will be pristine, stripped clean – no sign of the devastation.
John falls to his knees by the shore and weeps.