The Key ~ Fiction in a Flash Challenge @pursoot #IARTG #ASMSG #WritingCommunity

Hey, everyone. I’m excited to once again take part in Soooz Burke’s Fiction in a Flash Challenge.

The rules are simple. Write a flash fiction or non-fiction piece based on the photo prompt with a maximum of 750 words. If you’d like to participate, click here to visit Soooz’s blog. And now, here is this week’s prompt and my contribution.

The forest has always been a special place for me. As a child, I came here often. It was a place where I felt safe. Secure. At home.

I loved the sound of the wind as it whispered among the tall pines. The smell of fall as leaves crunched beneath my feet. The freshness of a spring rain. Occasionally, I would come across a raccoon foraging about. Once I even saw a bobcat, but I didn’t fear him.

The forest, along with all its inhabitants, was my friend.

It had been a long time since I’d walked here, but today I needed to clear my mind. Brandon’s sudden reappearance has left me with more questions than answers. I thought I’d closed that chapter of my life for good.

To say I’ve been happy the past two years would be a misnomer. But I coped with my loss. Realized I would never be more to him than a friend. It wasn’t like Erica would have allowed even that to continue. She’d dug her claws into him good and hard and he willingly went along.

When he showed up at the bar last night, asking for my help, I should have turned him away. But I couldn’t. He said he needed a friend. So, I foolishly allowed him to come home with me.

This morning he had questions. I had no answers.

I had questions for him. His answers were ambiguous, but he said enough for me to know he was in danger. He also told me Erica was no longer a part of his life.

“I made a mistake, Cassie. I regret ever having allowed her to destroy our friendship,” he had said.

At least he wanted our friendship back. But nothing more. Never would anything else.

But there was no time to think about that. Despite what happened in the past, I still considered him a friend. And he needed me. He’d saved my life on more than one occasion. Now, it was my time to help him.

I’m not sure what to do. We both had contacts in Woodville, but at this point, neither of us knew who to trust.

I walked along the once familiar trail, kicking pine cones as a means of working out my frustration. Better than rocks, I suppose. Booting a good-sized stone with the amount of force I used would probably result in a broken toe.

I kicked a rather large cone, revealing something metallic on the forest floor. Bending down, I discovered an old key. I couldn’t help but wonder how long it had been there or who it once belonged to. A mystery for sure.

Shrugging, I picked it up, then put it in the pocket of my jacket before walking deeper into the woods, still contemplating Brandon’s situation.

You know the answer.

But I don’t.

Yes, you do.

A memory niggled within the deep recesses of my mind. I willed it to surface.

Think, Cassie, think.

Presently, I came to the edge of a pristine stream. The crystal-clear water splashed among the rocks as it journeyed from the nearby mountains to the valley below.

If my memory was that clear. Instead, it was like a murky pond.

That’s it!

A lake. An unsolved crime. The mysterious witness who was never located.

It all ties in.

I found the key.

One Minute ~ Fiction in a Flash Challenge @pursoot #IARTG #ASMSG #WritingCommunity

Hey, everyone. Over the past few weeks, I’ve read several amazing flash fiction stories prompted by Suzanne Burk’s weekly photo challenge. I decided to take part this week.

If you’d like to check out the challenge, visit Soooz’s blog by clicking here.

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Photo by Bryce Barker on Upsplash

The clock was ticking. Only one week remained until Janie’s manuscript was due and she found herself staring at a blank computer screen. The pivotal moment, the last few chapters, eluded her like a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. So close but just beyond her reach.

I’ll never finish this manuscript by the deadline. There isn’t enough time.

She rose from her writing desk then walked to the window. The falling snow made the yard and surrounding woods look magical. A true winter wonderland. A myriad of birds—finches, buntings, and cardinals—flocked to the feeders. They fluttered about, often fighting with one another. She watched—mesmerized by their movements.

Janie didn’t realize how long she had been there until her cell phone chimed to indicate a new text message.

Probably another reminder from my agent.

Choosing to ignore the message, she glanced at her watch. Fifteen minutes had passed since she first looked out the window. Fifteen wasted minutes.

Oh well, that’s not a lot of time.

She walked back to the computer to stare at the blank page again. Music always inspired her. Maybe it would help. Looking at her vast musical library, she came across the album, Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.

The Beatles always lifted her spirits. Lots of good songs on this album. “With a Little Help from my Friends” was a favorite.

I can use all the help I can get now.

“Getting Better” was another cheerful tune.

Things can’t get worse, can they?

Then she saw it. “When I’m Sixty-Four.” Janie recalled seeing a video from the film, Yellow Submarine. Using cartoon illustrations, they stated how many minutes were in sixty-four years, then proceeded to count down the last minute of the song.

Janie immediately felt encouraged. One hour is sixty minutes. One day contains 1,440 minutes and a week is 10,080 minutes.

I can do this. One minute can be a very long time.