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#MondayMixer is a flash-fiction event hosted by Jeffrey Hollar (@Klingorengi) .  Jeffrey provides three groups of three prompts (three locations, three things and three adjectives)  and participants post 150-word stories – using at least one word from each group – on their blogs.  This week’s prompts are:

Locations:  1) moraine         2) tumulus            3) bazaar
Things:         1) canard            2) settee                3) stiletto
Adjectives: 1) obsequious   2) audacious       3) penetrating

Here is my story:

Her penetrating, stiletto gaze laid open his heart the instant he met her in the bazaar.  She seemed to show interest, as well, so he moved along, a little bit, and glanced back.  She was still watching.

Encouraged, he began to approach her – indirectly, at first, so as not to appear threatening.  Her eyes definitely stayed with him.

She took a few steps toward him then nodded away from the bazaar to the alleyway that led to private residences.

Seeing the signal from her eyes, he continued toward her as she turned and slowly walked in the indicated direction.

He followed and she made sure that he didn’t lose sight of her through the maze of intricate turns.  Finally, they met.

It was then that she drew out her real stiletto and plunged it deep into his chest.  Thus, she stole his heart, his life, and finally, his wallet.

 

#MondayMixer is a flash-fiction event hosted by Jeffrey Hollar (@Klingorengi) .  Jeffrey provides three groups of three prompts (three locations, three things and three adjectives)  and participants post 150-word stories – using at least one word from each group – on their blogs.  This week’s prompts are:

Locations:  1) brasserie        2) caldera                 3) hummock
Things:         1) keloid              2) demesne              3) capsule
Adjectives: 1) esoteric          2) disingenuous     3) truculent

Here is my story:

It would be disingenuous of me to say I had planned what happened, but his mistake – not my planning – saved us.  Of course, timing also played an important role.

He was carrying enough of the virus to wipe out the entire colony – a disaster that would have brought an end to any further exploration of this planet.  By then, my only hope was to vaporise his ship in a way that would burn up not only its pilot, but also its deadly cargo

Up to that point, he had evaded every move and weapon I had tried and it looked like he would make it safely to the ground.

The volcano had been dormant for centuries and he probably figured it would be a good hiding place after he touched down.  Who could have known that landing his capsule in the caldera would actually trigger the eruption?

 

#FridayFictioneers is a weekly flash-fiction challenge hosted on the blog of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  Each week, she posts a photo prompt for which those interested write 100-word [or so] stories to post on their own blogs.

This week’s prompt was the following photo:

#FridayFictioneers

Here is my 100-word story based upon the prompt:

Constructive criticism welcomed.

“Hey, your camera takes great videos.  Are these from your trip?”

“Yeah.  I got the camera just before I left and I’m glad I did.  Even though it’s so small, the pictures and videos are excellent.  I used it all through the Holy- Week festivities they had.”

“So I see.  Even right down to these lilies in your room.”

“What lilies?”

“These lilies in your window.”

“Let me see that.  Wait!  Where did THEY come from?  This is the video I took through our hotel- room window the morning of Easter Sunday.  There weren’t any lilies there – only the skyline.”

 

#FridayFictioneers is a weekly flash-fiction challenge hosted on the blog of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  Each week, she posts a photo prompt for which those interested write 100-word [or so] stories to post on their own blogs.

This week’s prompt was the following photo:

#FridayFictioneers

Here is my 125-word story based upon the prompt:

Constructive criticism welcomed.

“How did I get HERE?” he wondered.

Staring at the spiral before him, he realised that it was his only way out.  He could see no doors, no windows and no other exit from the strange, twisting passage.

Cautiously, he tested the first step, making sure of his foothold before completely moving onto it.

It held steady.  He tried the next.

It was safe, as well.

Gaining confidence and no longer fearing the structure, he now revelled in his adventure – hopping and jumping down the rest of the steps.

Finally reaching the bottom of his winding descent, the sand flea emerged from the chambered nautilus, safely reaching the beach before another wave picked him up and, this time, propelled him away from the washed-up shell.

#FiveSentenceFiction is a flash-fiction event hosted by Lillie McFerrin.  She provides a prompt and participants post five-sentence stories – inspired by the prompt in some way – on their blogs.  This week’s prompt is “whisper” and here is my story (really more of a brief prose poem – seem to do that a lot for this challenge):

Shall I shout my love from the tops of the hills?
Shall I proclaim it through a megaphone?
Shall I sing it in a rock concert?
No, I shall say, “I love you” in a way much louder than any of those.
I shall whisper.

#MondayMixer is a flash-fiction event hosted by Jeffrey Hollar (@Klingorengi) .  Jeffrey provides three groups of three prompts (three locations, three things and three adjectives)  and participants post 150-word stories – using at least one word from each group – on their blogs.  This week’s prompts are:

Locations:  1) cavern     2) plantation   3) grassland
Things:        1) dogcart   2) samovar     3) harmonium
Adjectives: 1) vengeful  2) gustatory   3) acerbic

Here is my story:

The way he ran the estate, it may as well have been a plantation and his household servants may as well have been slaves.  His valet was no exception and was probably the most maltreated of all.

In particular, the afternoon tea was never right.  The water was too hot or cold.  The tea didn’t taste right.  Something was ALWAYS wrong, even if the tea had been prepared perfectly.

The valet had done everything perfectly, today.  He had made sure that nobody else had interfered in any way.  Of course, the old man still cast a wary eye upon the samovar and complained.

“When was the last time that thing was cleaned?”

“Why, just this morning, sir.”

“Are you certain it was thoroughly rinsed, afterwards?”

“Absolutely, sir: I attended to it myself.”

“Well, the tea is off.”

“How so, sir?”

“It’s rather… acerbic.”

“Bitter?  That would be the cyanide, sir.”

#MondayMixer is a flash-fiction event hosted by Jeffrey Hollar (@Klingorengi) .  Jeffrey provides three groups of three prompts (three locations, three things and three adjectives)  and participants post 150-word stories – using at least one word from each group – on their blogs.  This week’s prompts are:

Locations:  1) moor           2) oasis            3) mortuary
 Things:       1) bandana      2) cloche         3) overshoe
 Adjectives: 1) loquacious 2) egalitarian  3) sedulous

Here is my story:

Hunter, Chef and …

Sedulous in his pursuit of the perfect dish, the chef roasted the bones, added the mirepoix and sachet d’épices and prepared the stock.  From this, he created a sauce espagnole that he turned into a sauce chasseur.

Such a “hunter’s sauce,” he reasoned, would be ideal for his catch.  The shallots and mushrooms would complement the meat well.

He chose to roast this cut slowly, on low heat, so as to make it as tender as possible while keeping it moist and flavourful.  He also roasted the side-dish vegetables, since he couldn’t bear losing their flavours or nutrients to boiling.

Before sitting down to enjoy his private feast, he placed everything onto the table, removed the cloche from the platter and carved the roast.  Then, as the room became redolent with the heady aromas, he seated himself at the table and supped heartily upon his latest quarry from the mortuary.

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