The Door

 by Raymond Alexander Kukkee

The old Hay mow Door

The door swung in the wind, flailing mercilessly, banging erratically and loudly, keeping him awake.

"Damned door!" he pulled the pillow over his head and tried to go back to sleep, but quit trying. He got up and pulled his  boots on. It was raining.

"Good grief!" he said.

 He climbed up to the hay-mow . He reached  down for the door but slipped on the wet timber.

"Damned door! " he yelled on the way down.

 "Good thing the hay-wagon was still loaded " he told his wife as she handed him a cup of coffee at breakfast. 

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"The door" was created for Red's  M3 Flash Fiction Challenge. The August word limit is 100 words.  "The door" barely squeaked in under the wire at  99 words.

Is that Incoming I hear?

 photo credit  www. flikr.com

The Call

by Raymond Alexander Kukkee

Peanuts

"You try it"  Mikey said, looking at the gooey stuff. It was like thick soup.

He  stirred . It was cold.

"No, you try it",  Perkins squinted at it. The brown stuff was flat as  pancakes.

"I'm allergic to peanuts" Mikey said,  " I better not, I had it for five years now, is there peanuts in it?" 

"I dunno" said Perkins. 

"You make the call" Mikey said.

 "Here's the bread".  He handed Perkins a slice of white bread and a knife.  He slathered the stuff on his own, folding it in half.

"Make the call now! He took a big  bite.

He gasped and grabbed his throat. His eyes rolled, struggling for air.

Perkins  pretended to  dial 911. 'Operator? Help!!"

Mikey fell back gasping.

Mikey's  mother clapped.  "Chocolate syrup, boys, no peanuts in that. "

 "Good practice, boys! Perfect!"

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"The Call"  was inspired by Red's  M3 FlashFiction Challenge and with a w.c. of 139, squeaks nicely into the July limit of  150 words.

Is that Incoming I hear? 

A Sign of Understanding

 by raymond alexander kukkee

Understanding

"We have an understanding then,  you and me.", Old Jake said, adjusting the throttle valve on the carburetor.  The motor shook roughly.    I watched.  He shook his head.

"You and me, we get along just fine, don't we?  He made another adjustment, tapping the side of the carb,  listening for just the right sound.

He took the long, fine-bladed screwdriver and bent the throttle cable  connector back into position and tightened the clip.

"That ought to do it."  he said.  "You'll be fine now."

He pointed, twisting his hand  to the right, as if he was holding a key.

I started the car.  It fired first time.  Jake looked at me and nodded. He signed me. "Good! ", he said.

He patted the car on the hood.  He signed.  "We have an understanding, you and me".   

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  At 137 words, "Understanding" easily meets the word count requirement of Red's Flash Fiction Challenge July limit of 150 words.

Is that Incoming I hear?

photo credit  www.edupics.com

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?

The Vise

by  raymond alexander kukkee

"Your vice,  boy,  --your marginal propensity to  theft -- lead to your appearance in front of this court! " The judge peered over his black-rimmed bifocals. 

"Yes, your honour"  he said meekly, scuffing the floor with his sneaker. He was ashamed.

Blacksmith's  Leg Vise

"You will return the Smithy's vise you have stolen, and  tools. I hereby commit you to 52 weeks of labour at the blacksmith's shop to learn the fine art of Smithing." the judge said.

"Thank you, your honour. I couldn't  afford the apprentice program...".

The judge winked.  

 " Minor,  age 14!... No record!"

 Next case!"

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"The Vise"  is a work of flash fiction inspired by M3's Flash Fiction Challenge.  Only 96 words,  it easily meets the July word limit of 150 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. 

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