FALLING OFF THE EDGE

This is a unique flash fiction challenge where Barbara W. Beacham provides a new photo each week, and the first sentence of a story. Our challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided. Don’t forget to use the opening sentence… The challenge runs from Monday to Sunday! Get creative and finish the story!

Include the photo with your flash and a link back to Barbara's post. Do not forget to click on the blue frog and add your link so that others can enjoy your story too! Now have some fun!

MONDAY'S FINISH THE STORY

FALLING OFF THE EDGE

“She lived a life that some would describe as being on edge.”

Those buffalo nickels were all she had of Jason's. He'd promised to return, but his last deployment to Afghanistan meant she'd never hold him in her arms again.

Teri undertook each adventure they'd vowed to do together. No matter how high the mountain, how hot the desert or how deep the sea, Teri felt no satisfaction or joy.

Then a drunk driver broadsided her car. Before the paramedics arrived, Jason walked out of the mist.

"It's time Teri, are you ready?"

"Will we be together forever?"

He took her hand and they walked away from a crash with no survivors.

100 words

Yolanda Renée © 2015

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FRIED CHICKEN

It's Monday and time some flash fiction fun. Thanks to Barbara W. Beacham and her weekly challenge. Just 100 - 150 words, the photograph and the first sentence as your inspiration.

Today's finish the story begins with:  “As her mount shifted uneasily under her, she grasped the brim of her old felt Stetson, gazed upwards and remembered Jean Pierre.”

MONDAYS FINISH THE STORY

FRIED CHICKEN

 “As her mount shifted uneasily under her, she grasped the brim of her old felt Stetson, gazed upwards, and remembered Jean Pierre's promise.”

She'd made it, one day and four hours past their agreed upon rendezvous. Did he not wait?

Shaking off doubts, she slid from the saddle to the ground and walked her steed to the creek for a drink. Her eyes darting left then right as the search for her lover continued. Tying the stallion under shade with plenty of green grass, she removed her dusty cloak, washed the dirt from her hands and face, and then combed out her braided hair. Satisfied with her appearance and determined to keep busy while she waited, she laid out the blanket and unpacked the picnic basket.

Convinced Jean would never fail her, even as she had failed him, by almost two days, she opened the wine to breathe.

Jean watched from his hiding place, not sure if he should be angry at her lateness or thrilled that she'd remembered fried chicken.

150 words

Yolanda Renee © 2015

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