Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: Why Don’t You Love Me?


Dear Dad,

 “I know it’s only been three weeks” but Mom says she doesn’t know when you’re coming back. She tries not to cry in front of me but I know when she is crying because her mascara runs and her face turns red. Mom lays in bed and I don’t know what to do.

I tried laying beside her and rubbing her back. I tried making her soup (from the can) but I can’t make her eat. She doesn’t get up to make supper much or clean. I’m trying to help out but it’s hard, I have homework too and I’m only nine-years-old. I don’t get to play with my friends anymore, there is too much to do.

I had to ask Oma Jane and Opa Paul for your email. I phoned them and told them what happened. On the weekend I go to their house. Oma sends me home with food for the week that I can microwave. She yelled at Mom to ‘get up,’ but I got mad at Oma and I hit her. I told Oma Google said Mom is depressed. 

Before you left, I heard you fighting with Mom. You got mad at her and then she cried and you shouted at her loudly. Mom is trying her best like me. Oma isn’t sure if you’re ever coming back. Where are you Dad, how come you never answer my emails? You used to call me everyday from work. Don’t you love us? What did I do? Why don’t you love me?

Jessica 

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Thanks to Roger Shipp for hosting FFftPP.

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Poem: Nonets -“Mutual Longing”


Thanks to the Daily Prompt for the word longing.

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Doesn’t matter where I venture to,

Doesn’t mean much when I’m absorbed,

Inclination is to think,

Of Moments with him past, 

Why isn’t he here now,

Inside I Know,

He’s left me,

Feeling,

Cold.

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Wandering in search of you, you’d,

Think I’d ponder why you’re vapour,

Why I haven’t seen your face,

Glancing you from a far, 

You can’t comprehend,

What it is to,

Want and not,

Hold close,

You.

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Drinking down frosty beer, she’s somewhere near,

Dreaming about how it feels to kiss her,

Hold her close, breath her in,

Said words that haunt my fears,

Can you take words back,

Watching her sip,

With her lips,

I miss,

Her.

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Literary Lion: Fierce


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There was no girls volleyball team in high school after grade ten. Jenna went to the couch of the boy’s team and asked if she could practice volleyball with them. The couch reminded her it might be difficult but Jenna was fierce. She ran every set of lines the boys team did and she learned to take passes which left dark purple bruises on her forearms. She learned to do a jumping serve, with the ball landing over the net and neatly down the line. Jenna was passionate about volleyball and improving her skills. Despite her lack of reach, she passed or set every ball in her zone. Jenna’s hitting was powerful and her knowledge of plays and positions detailed. Finally, Jenna went to University and played with a girls team which went on to win Nationals four-years in a row — each year Jenna was a force on the team. They boys in high school had called her a panther: “Though she be little she was fierce.”

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Thanks to Laura from I Smith Words for the prompt panther in a story of 150 words or less.

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