Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: The Dial on the Metal Desk #amwriting #fiction


Thank you to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW. Also, thank you to The Daily Prompt for the prompt words Rebuild and Understanding

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Nonnaci

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“What do you think it does?” Wallace asked Ed.

“I don’t know,” Ed said thoughtfully, ” It’s odd, don’t you think? A dial in the middle of a metal desk? There has to be a purpose for it.”

“I’m sure it has a purpose. I’m not sure we should be the ones finding out what the purpose is. Rivers was a bit crazy. He was in intelligence in the army during WWII. My Grandma Milly always said he had claimed to have uncovered something world changing.” Wallace remarked.

“I didn’t know Canada had spies in WWII?  But what I really want to understand what this dial does. Rivers died last May, and this desk in his old garage is the only furniture left in his entire home.”

“Fine!” Wallace said exasperated with Ed. He turned the dial on the desk fully around until in was in line with a red mark.

“Rivers probably thought his property would stay deserted. It was closed up the by health and safety shortly before he passed on,” Ed muttered, waiting for something to happen.

“Click! Click! Click!” The sounds were loud and ominous in the abandoned garage. The young men turned to each other eyes wide.The garage floor began to lower with Wallace and Ed standing on it. 

Beneath the garage, was the most terrifying and fascinating thing, Wallace and Ed had ever seen.

“We can’t tell anyone about this,” Wallace said afterward shaken.

“Agreed,” said Ed, “We need to hide it better. This information could force the entire world to rebuild.  

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Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner:  Wing Walker on the Stairway to Heaven.


 Fighter airplanes were used by the allies in their efforts against Hitler and the triple axis. 

When the plans arrived home and were repaired, wing walkers such as Genia performed acrobatics on the wings of the fighter planes. 

The boys who flew them were a gas. Genia had great times with them at the nearest dance hall. That’s where she met Andy. 

Andy was handsome and he cracked Genia up. He was an ace pilot who hadn’t returned from his last mission months ago. Genia knew he’d been dropped.

She was light on her feet and Genia lived for adrenaline, performing for the airforce and providing entertainment to keep people’s mind off of the war.

A pilot who liked Genia, Chester, had taken her up that day as the crowds clapped and shouted from below. 

Genia worked on her new routine, knowing she was attached to the plans wing if she fell. She heard something snap and the snapping caught her off balance. 

Chester watched in horror as Genia fell from the sky, an acrobatic beauty on the stairway to heaven. 

Genia felt “she’d been waiting years for this day,” to be with Andy at last.

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Thanks to Roger Shipp for hosting FFftPP.  Also, thank you to The Daily Prompt for the word prompt stairway.

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