The Idea

by  raymond alexander kukkee

Lilies    (c)  r.a.kukkee 2012

The three popular girls swaggered down the sidewalk chattering  like chickens scrabbling for tossed corn. Curvy  denims wagged happily as they passed gawky boys.

"I have an idea! "  

Ears perked up. Lisa was the quiet one.

"Let's go to the limestone quarry and go skinny-dipping".

"Skinny-dipping! We can't do that! Samantha said solemnly. She rolled her eyes.

 "Why not?  Are you boys listening? "Lisa  called out, teasing wickedly.

"Boys?  No.... I have a better idea..." Samantha giggled.

Lisa smiled smugly, admiring some lilies. 

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"The Idea" is flash fiction inspired by the  M3 Flash Fiction Challenge.  The limit for July is 150 words.  "The Idea" easily meets Red's  challenge with 85 words.

Is that Incoming I hear?

Company

by r.a. kukkee

*Conefower (Echinecea

Her knees creaked almost as loudly as the rocker when she got up to answer the door. She shuffled across the waxed hardwood, pausing to peek through the Irish lace at the side window. 

  "I hate company" she whispered to herself.

 She could not see his face.  The visitor studied the pink Coneflowers  by the step.  She hesitated, then opened the door cautiously.

"Why hello there, Sarah, ", the old man said, "the butterflies love your Coneflowers"

She gasped and clasped his hand to her breast.  Her hands trembled as she smiled.

 "Robert, oh, Robert...I thought you would never come!"

" I got your letter a few weeks ago, I was in England,  I knew you would change your mind and marry me."   He put his arms around her.

"No, Robert....it's the cancer, my time has run out. I...need you to help me die."

He cried.

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"Company"  was inspired by the M3  Flash Fiction challenge. The word limit is 150 words. 

 "Company" is 147words.

Is that Incoming I hear?

*Photo by r.a.kukkee

The Age of Light

The Age of Light

The Age of Light

Light flickered on cold stone  as the wizened, bent man slowly pulled the wooden door open. Ancient wooden hinges creaked, timeless sound echoing into the darkness above. He painfully wound his way up the worn circular stairway, his shadow chasing  bats awakened  with each step.  

The top door opened silently, bitter cold wind drawing tears as he poured the oil.

Flame from the torch of the  light-bearer sputtered, then  flared, sending the message of peace across the land.

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"Light& Peace"    is  'Flash Fiction'  inspired by M3's  Flash Fiction Challenge. The word count limit for this challenge is 100.  "The Age of Light"   is 78 words. 

Is that Incoming I hear?