Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: Some Things Don’t Mix Like You Hoped


Sierra knew she shouldn’t be driving but she hadn’t been drinking since 1:00 am. The last song in the bar by Tim McGraw, played over in Sierra’s head: “Diamond Rings and Old Barstools.”

Sierra had been terribly upset at the end of the evening. Leaving quickly, when she spotted an old ex-boyfriend in the crowd. Casper’s clear green eyes had met Sierra’s intense blue and Sierra had fought her way through the crowd to the door.

Casper wasn’t any old boyfriend. He had broken Sierra’s heart ending their engagement two-years ago for no valid reason.

Sierra darted into the frosty morning and started her car. As she drove away she saw Casper standing outside the bar doors, staring at her car.

Sierra blinked with heavy eyes. The road ahead was blurred, shiny with odd lights, and the sun appeared to be rising . She checked her phone it read 6:15 am; Sierra had been driving aimlessly for three -hours.

She thought of Casper while driving into the morning sun. Lines from the Tim McGraw song came back to her: “I guess some things don’t mix like you hoped / Like me and you /  And Diamond rings and old barstools.” 

Tears leaked out of Sierra’s eyes, falling down her cheeks. She began crying so hard she had to pullover.” [S]ome things don’t mix like you hoped . . .” 

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“Diamond Rings and Old Barstools” – Tim McGraw

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Thanks to Roger Shipp fo hosting FFftPP.

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Poem: Ethree – “Helpers”


Thanks to The Daily Post for the word prompt help.

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We

Try to

Be of help,

Sometimes we are,

A hindrance,

But I was told once that,

If we’re able to give our aid,

We shouldn’t hesitate to, 

Do only what we are commanded,

Love your neighbour as yourself; help them out! 

But not everyone acts to help us,

Some would rather see us fail — bleed,

People aren’t always nice in life,

At times they send us tumbling,

Sometimes we fall down far,

But in the worst

Look, true —

Helpers,

Act.

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3Line Tales – The Luxury of Colour


Thanks to Sonya from Only 100 Words for hosting the 3LineTales Challenge.

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Liam Desic
 
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1.Flags fluttering multicolour and multicultural in the breeze; there is a feeling of hope in the air for refugees coming to this country to escape terrorism and a terrible life in their home countries; so many have come seeking a new life and to escape the horror that was life back where they were from; many people wonder at the luxuries afforded in the western world, even the multicoloured flags seem extravagent, yet strangely exciting.

2. Jas looks at all the colourful bright flags with ecstatic joy; wearing bright colours where he lives means you are more likely to get shot; Jas feels the warm fleece of his red sweatshirt and grins, he loves the colour red, the colour of hope, life, and love; Jas loves all the colours of the flags, he wants clothing in every colour because in this country he is free — no one will kill him for his love of freedom and vibrancy.

3. A woman with a hijab stares up at the flags, all in primary and secondary colours. Where she is from the women wear black, the coloured flags are bright for her eyes but she is quickly growing used to their beautiful rainbow look as they flap like clothing on a clothes line; the woman fingers her hijab wondering if Allah would be upset if she wore a hijab in a jewel blue, or lapis luzia blue; she doesn’t say her thought aloud but the amount  of colour in this new country is making her dream and hope, if only for the luxury to wear blue.

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