Showing posts with label Flash Fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Flash Fiction. Show all posts

Monday, October 14, 2019

Janies Assurance // Flash Fiction 02


Janie’s Assurance 

Ten year old Janie Bailey stretched her arms high above her head with a big yawn. Today was the day. Her school spelling bee was at 5:00PM. She had practiced long and hard in the last week of preparation for this major event. Her family was counting on her to win the grand prize of 5,000 dollars! 
Janie knew that her family could use the money, her father was working two jobs as it was and they were still behind on their rent. Her little brother, Danny, was starting first grade next year and her parents would need the prize money for those extra expenses. Janie felt pressure to win from everyone except for her mother.
“Even if you don’t win first, honey, you will still be a winner in my book.” Her mother had told her the night before. 
Medical bills took up most of her fathers income. Her dear mother did not mean to be sick all the time. But that didn’t change the fact that her mother stayed in her bedroom and stared out the curtain-less window, days on end.
White tufts of snow continuously fell. Drifts piled along the sidewalk just outside of their apartment. Janie made a mental note to shovel the snow before it turned to ice. She didn’t want Crazy Old Cat Lady to slip on it. Their next door neighbor was famous for rescuing animals, having a especially soft spot for kittens.
Janie got dressed, throwing on a hand-me-down yellow shirt and worn blue jeans. She brushed her long, auburn hair and quickly tied it up in a sloppy ponytail. That will have to do for now, she shrugged into the bathroom mirror. The girl staring back at her was plain, nothing special. The only thing Janie felt like she was good at was spelling the words her teachers gave her. They said her mind was like a steel trap. That must be good, right? 
She looked down at her sweaty palms and pushed away the doubt threatening to creep into her steel trap. Stubbornly shaking her head, she shook a finger at her reflection in the mirror above the chipped and rust-stained sink. 
“You are going to win that prize whether you think you can or not. You have to do better than the best you can do!” 
Her self-talk was interrupted by her brother’s call. 
“Janie! Phone!” His high-pitched five year old voice pierced the dusty air of the apartment complex. 
Danny had appointed himself as the “official phone picker-upper” and met each incoming call with a speech that would make any adult smile at its sweetness. Danny was always sweet, unless you messed with his Lego creations. Then, you better watch out for the little man and his pea shooter.  
“Coming!” Janie practically tripped out the bathroom door, hurrying. 
Danny handed her the phone and she placed it to her ear, “Hello?” 
“Is this Janie?”
“Yes.”
“Hi, this is Hattie Williams, your next door neighbor, do you remember me? You probably see me playing with my kittens with a feather duster next door. Well, anyway, your poor mother said that I need to drive you to your spelling bee since she wasn’t feeling good and your father is working his night shift. I will pick you up at 4:30PM to give us enough time to get there, okay dear?” 
“Ok, see you then.” 
When the Click! sounded on the other side of the line, Janie hung up on her end with a sigh. What if I don’t win?
4:30PM came around, and with it came a honking car horn announcing the Crazy Old Cat Lady’s arrival. Janie quickly set Danny up with a movie and told her mother goodbye. 
“Wish me luck!”
Mother halted Janie in her rushed tracks, “Luck won’t have anything to do with you winning, dear. I said a prayer for you tonight. If you win, it will only be because God is answering my prayer in the way I wish. And even if you don’t win, God is still answering my prayer, just in a different way. God sometimes says “Yes” to our prayers, then other times He says “Wait” but He always has our best interest in mind. Have faith, Janie, for He is always faithful. Now,” she winked, “go break a leg!” 
Janie smiled then ran to Mrs. Williams’ car.
What if God doesn’t answer Mama’s prayer? What if winning has everything to do with luck and nothing to do with God? How can I have faith in God when everything seems to be going wrong? Her thoughts jumbled.
The spelling bee was held in a large classroom. Children lined up in the front row. Thirty minutes passed as each of the participants took turns spelling words. Soon, the group of kids began to diminish in size as each word got harder. There were five kids left—Janie was among them.
Her heart beat faster as they called her name and told her the word to spell. She cautiously walked up to the microphone, “Encyclopedia, e-n-c-y-c-l-o-p-e-d-i-a.” 
“Correct.” 
Breathing a sigh of relief, she got back in line. A few minutes later there was finally only one other girl left to compete for the prize. Janie and Kelly—the girl who Janie recognized as the most popular girl in school. 
God, if Your listening, help me to win this prize. Not for me but for Mama, Daddy, and Danny.
The lady who was hosting the spelling bee, spoke to Kelly first “Kelly, your word is assurance.”
“Assurance, a-s-s-u-r-” Kelly hesitated with a gulp, “e-n-c-e.” 
The buzzer went off, “Incorrect. Kelly, you may take a seat. Janie, you may now have a chance to win the grand prize by spelling the word ‘assurance.’” 
Janie squeezed her eyes shut, pleading to a God who she didn’t even have assurance that He was listening to her prayers. She fidgeted with the bottom of her yellow t-shirt, fisting it tightly in her left hand. She slowly came up to the mic.
“Assurance, a-s-s-u-r-a-n-c-e.”
“Correct! Congratulations, you won the grand prize of 5,000 dollars!” The crowd cheered, and among them, the Crazy Old Cat Lady whistled her applause. Janie winked at her and waved back. She couldn’t believe it!
For the whole ride home, Janie was amazed and couldn’t wait to tell her parents the good news. I guess God was faithful after all! 
Janie closed her eyes reverently in prayer, thanking God for His faithfulness. 

How did you like reading this story? This is my second piece of flash fiction here on the blog! Read my first piece shared HERE



Wednesday, September 25, 2019

Catching the horizon // Flash Fiction



Happy Wednesday, peeps! I am really excited (and slightly nervous) to share with you a piece of my writing! I have posted snippets of my writing before, but never Flash Fiction. Well, that changes today! I wrote this story for a contest that Melissa hosted a while ago... it did not place, but she gave me some very helpful tips to improve! Then, I also entered it in a contest hosted by, Izzy West, but again, it did not place. Even though this story didn't win any contests, I still really like this piece of flash fiction!

I'm hoping to post short stories and flash fiction more often, so let me know if you like this post in the comments! I'd love to hear your feedback! 


Catching the Horizon
1930

The horizon far off in the distance was hazy on the shining waters. Blues and whites stood dull against the vibrant colors of the rising sun and its beauty beckoned the thirteen year old girl to venture off on the peaceful waters. If she could, she would travel by boat to a place far away from where she lived. 

To a place of new beginnings and not of dirt, grime, and filth. A place of peace and not of mounting desperation. A place where she could thrive and not just barely survive. 

The only reason she must continue on with living was for her little brother who needed someone to look after him. The Great Depression was hard on everyone, but it hit her family with a blow that was bound to leave a deep dent in their lives. It already had. Her mother had died last winter and her father had been killed when caught in a riot, leaving the two siblings alone in this big city. Times were even harder on her little brother, Brody, when medication was as scarce as finding a filling meal. 

Everly Mae Robertson turned away from the waters that called her from this retched city. She trotted the dusty cobblestone streets to the soup kitchen where thousands lined to be served cold, watery soup and stale bread. Tapping her tattered shoe impatiently, she inched along as the line got shorter. She needed to hurry back to Brody before he awoke in another coughing fit and a blistering fever. When it was finally her turn, she drank a small sip of soup then stuffed a slice of crumbly bread into her dirty skirt pocket for her brother. 

On her return trip to the filthy alleyway where they camped, two boys about her age tried to steel her bread.

"Give it over!" the bigger boy demanded, his tone cold and heartless-- or just hungry. He lunged for her piece of bread, but she side-stepped him.

In her attempt to flee, the other bully grabbed at her sleeved wrist. Pain shot up her arm from his death-grip and she gritted her teeth to conceal her scream. Everly followed her first instinct and stomped hard on the boys foot. This is Brody's meal, not yours! Her thoughts raced faster than her beating heart. 

As soon as the boy loosened his grip, hollering at her for the pain she caused, she narrowly escaped their clutches as she ran deeper into the throng of city people. It was moments like that when she was thankful for a scrawny body and a scrappy mentality.

When she got to where she had left her brother, her breathing had finally slowed from the narrow escape moments before. Everly sidestepped a stray dog and her heart felt crushed for the little animal. She knew how it felt: alone in a alleyway, hungry for each meal.

“Brody, wake up.” She whispered and gently shook her brothers shoulders. Everly Mae crouched beside his sleeping form where she had left him behind a pile of rusty barrels in the alleyway… their so-called home. 

Brody startled awake, rubbing his watery eyes, “I’m hungry Evy.” 

The moan of pain from his parched lips was not overlooked by Everly and she bit back tears of her own. She handed him the bread that she had saved from the two bullies. 

“I’m sorry it isn’t much.” She regretted not taking more than her share of the food.

“It’s ok, Evy. I’m thankful for it,” Brody said with a small bite, “I’m even more thankful for you, ya know. I don’t know what I would do without you.” 

Everly ruffled his curly red hair. Her brother was very mature for his ten years, “And I don’t know what I would do without you. We make a good team.”

His reply was interrupted by a coughing fit and Everly’s heart ached to take away his pain and bear it herself. She would do anything for her brother. 

Her thoughts returned to the view at the boat docks. She pondered out loud, “Do you ever think we will catch the horizon, Brody?”

He seemed to understand what she meant and nodded, “Yes, Evy. Someday we will.”

The End. 



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