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Nothing is ever as easy as it looks. When Mrs. Grelina taught us our ABCs, we thought it was as easy as apples, balls, and cats. Thirty years later, our ABCs merely stand for

Anger,

Bills,

…and Children.

Children, ha! Isn’t it weird how our world was the size of a crayon box back then and we’d simply grab the brightest colors to paint our dull day? I remember one Thursday morning, Mrs. Grelina asked us to paint a picture of our day and my seatmate, Jules, in his messy hair and oversized shirt, drew the weirdest picture I’ve ever seen. In his paper was a white rectangle under a tree. His world was dark as the night and on the corner of the picture was a huge portal-like shape colored in bright pink.

Back in my five year old mind, that picture was scary so I called Mrs. Grelina and told her about Jules. Then they talked in whispers at the back of her desk. I was actually surprised to find her beaming!

After class, Mrs. Grelina handed me the paper with Jules’ drawing and said, “Maria, Jules was upset because his dog died yesterday. But you see that bright pink color? That’s your world. He says you brighten up his day.”

Word Count: 205


Written for Roger Shipp’s flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner. The photo prompt reminds me of the eulogy I wrote for last week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt so I really, really have to continue sharing the world of Mrs. Grelina in here. ❤ ❤ ❤

This week’s prompt is: “Nothing is ever as easy as it looks…”

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The Orb’s Call

SPF 4

I never liked it whenever mom and dad leave me alone with the twins, Ben and Crum. They either make a fool out of me or ignore me completely. Tonight, I played the role of the lone unseen as I watched them engage enemy forces in Berlin, eyes not blinking as if their lives depend on it.

Out of nowhere, probably boredom, I asked, “Did you know that in ancient Greece, cicadas were considered a luxury snack?”

Their eyes blinked as if trying to process if the Black Ops said something about cicadas.

“Hello! Ben and Crum to Earth!” I finally stood in front, blocking their view from the game.

“Troy you weirdo. Go away or I’ll kill you!” screamed Ben in angst.

“Mom says you guys should watch over me, not play Call of Duty.”

“You wouldn’t like that. Move!” shooed Crum.

“What a waste, we should’ve been sitting next to a campfire.”

I ran upstairs and looked out my bedroom window. Fireflies mimicked the stars, twinkling and blinking along the beckoning woods. And there it was, a most unlikely sight, an orb-like thing shinning in emerald light.

“Come deep into the forest if you dare.” it says.

Word Count: 199


This week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt was quite a challenge. It took me sometime weighing if I should opt for another soliloquy or a short story. Then I finally decided on the latter. 🙂

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.

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