On His Own

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Photo © Ted Strutz

Just before sunrise, Paulo sneaked out of the cabin, careful not to wake his classmates. He wished his parents hadn’t pushed him to go on an overnight field trip.

Walking to the lake, he relished the peace and quiet. After twenty-four hours in the company of peers, teachers, and camp counselors, he felt physically and mentally drained. Standing at the pier, he looked across the water surface and spotted a solitary chair in the middle of the lake. I wish I could sit out there alone for a while. When the sun appeared above the horizon, he reluctantly headed back.


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Word Count: 100

Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers, 10 February 2017

Lifted

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Photo by Camdiluv / CC BY-SA 2.0

Hearing of her lucky break

I’m as happy for her

As she is for herself

But beyond vicarious joy

Dwells a selfish sense of relief

Finally released from guilt

Of being unfairly favoured


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Tumultuous

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“A Disaster at Sea” by J.M.W. Turner

Guaranteed first class seats

On luxurious lifeboats

For the lucky ones

Complacently cocky

Until they’re tossed into the open sea

Kicking and screaming with pompous fury

Their breaths wasted on huffing and puffing

While others get on with treading water


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Disturbance

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Photo ©Jessica Haines

Dragging his feet through puddles behind the school, Toby dreaded going home to his dad even more than usual. He had just received his report card, and the results were worse than ever.

Chronic ear infection over the years had affected his hearing. However, at the tender age of eight, he was not aware of his hearing loss, knowing only that he often couldn’t understand the teacher and his classmates. He had no doubt that his dad was right to call him stupid.

Engrossed in his daydreams, as he so frequently was, Toby didn’t notice how long he’d been loitering outside the school. A familiar, gruff voice made him look up in a panic.

“Toby! What’re you still doing here? You were supposed to be home fifteen minutes ago. Get your ass over here now!”


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Words: 135

Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW), 100th Challenge, hosted by Priceless Joy

Appearances

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Photo by ©Singledust

Sitting at a corner table in a noisy Chinese restaurant, Joe and Connie had just ordered their food.

When the waiter was out of earshot, Joe said, “He looks exactly like Bruce Lee.”

Connie raised an eyebrow incredulously. “No, he doesn’t. The only –”

Joe cut her off. “He’s the spitting image of Bruce Lee. Look at him again next time he walks by.” Before Connie could say anything else, he continued, “You speak Chinese, don’t you? How come you didn’t speak it with him?”

Barely concealing her annoyance, she replied, “I speak Mandarin, not Cantonese. They’re not the same.”

“They’re both Chinese, right? They can’t be that different. I mean, I don’t have any trouble understanding different dialects of English.”

Connie sighed, seeing no point in arguing. Moments later, Joe leaned across the table towards her; she sat back in her chair. “Did you know that you look a lot like the actress Lucy Liu?”

What an idiot, she thought. That’s what I get for going out with a guy for his looks.


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Word Count: 173

Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers FFfAW, 99th Challenge, hosted by Priceless Joy