Moral Monday’s Flash Fiction: Team Trust #flashfiction #amwriting


Thanks to Nortina S for hosting Moral Monday’s. This week’s moral prompt is: “There’s no ‘I’ in Team.”

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The Panther’s high school volleyball team were playing a vital game. If they won the match, they would make it into provincials.

“Come on Jackie,” her teammate Aimee cried, “Serve the ball right into that Amazon’s face.”

Jackie set-up her serve and slammed the ball to a player named Stacey on the opposing team. Stacey missed bumping the ball and her Amazon teammates criticized her meanly. 

Jackie’s next serves against the Amazons were down the left line. An Amazon player named Lauren, began pushing her teammates out of the way to ensure she got the pass-up. Her teammates were angry she was in their space and began squabbling. 

Jackie and Aimee from the Panthers smirked. The Amazons were deconstructing from the inside. Their bickering and distrust of each other ensured they would lose the game. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

Maydays: Flash Fiction – Forgiveness and Fate #Maydays



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Thank you to K.L. Caley of new2writing for hosting #Maydays prompts. Today’s theme is a transforming friendship, someone you or a character didn’t like, but now do.


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Ever since Cale started staring at me with his aqua-blue eyes and short blond hair, my pulse speeds up and I think I’m going to faint.

“Hi, ” Cale says to me as I pass him in the cafeteria.

 “Hi, how are you?” I say trembling

“Jane, right?” 

“Yeah and you’re Cale. How’d you know my name?” 

“Oh, I asked a couple of girls who I’m friends with from one of your classes, Marissa and Jackie.” I nodded. 

Marissa and Jackie both hated me. They talked behind my back and gave me dirty looks. I knew exactly who they were. But I was interested in knowing Cale better, despite his choice of friends.

“How did you know my name?” Cale asked me smiling, 

“I go and watch the hockey games. You guys are doing awesome this year. You’re a left winger right? I remember you score a lot of goals.” There’s a silly grin on my face.

“Sit down with me Jane,” Cale says. “Can I get you anything to eat or drink, it doesn’t look like you’ve had lunch yet?” 

“I’m okay.”

“No, really.” Cale says.

“Ok, I’ll have a bottle of water and a yogurt, granola, and fruit parfait.” I say.

Cale chuckles. “Such a healthy eater. I’m buying us some French fries to share too and you better eat some.” 

Cale comes back with more food than we can both eat. It makes me smile and feel warm inside.

“Tell me about yourself?” Cale says staring at me with his aqua-blue eyes. 

I blush. I’m so shy. I don’t know why he likes me.”I, uh um, I’m an English and Film Studies major. I’m taking five classes, I’m in my second year of university, and I like to swim. I go out with my friends on the weekend to dance and that’s pretty much it.” I say stumbling over my words. 

Cale chuckles. “Busy life Jane. Do you work too?”

“Yeah, I waitress at Moxie’s on the northside. What about you?” I’m beginning to feel less nervous.

“Well I can only manage three classes at once. I’m taking business, majoring in finance. I play hockey as you know and practice takes up a lot of time. I work a great deal at an accounting company in the West end. They help pay for my education and I want to get my CMA eventually. I have fun on the weekends with my friends like you. Maybe your friends and mine could meet up on Friday night? The Lucky Fox sound good to you?” 

I’m chewing a French fry and almost choke. I drink some water and as well as I can manage, I say: “That sounds like fun. Let me talk to my friends and I’ll get back to you.” 

Cale is grinning at me and brushes a stray lock of pink hued blond hair behind my ear. Pulling out his cellphone he asks for my number then texts me so I have his cell number as well. We continue to talk and when my next class starts, we talk through it too.

Eventually, Cale has to go to work. He kisses me on my cheek before he leaves.

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“Where is this guy anyways, Jane?” My friend Rebecca asks. “He said to meet him at the Lucky Fox at 11:30 pm and it’s 1:30 am?” 

” Yeah, I don’t think he’s a good guy Jane,” Samantha says agreeing with Rebecca. A couple other girls who came along with Rebecca, Samantha, and I, chime in with their unflatterring views of Cale, trying to be supportive of me.

“Stuff happens when you’re out at a bar,” I say. “Maybe something happened with his friends and he couldn’t make it out.” 

I text Cale: Where are you, Cale? You said you’d meet here two-hours ago?

I don’t expect a reply. I’ve texted Cale four or five times with no response.

Who’s this? His text message says. I jump.

It’s Jane from school remember? We had lunch together and talked all afternoon? We made plans for our friends to all meet tonight at the Lucky Fox?

He texts: Sorry too much to drink. . .

What? I text back.

I don’t get a response and I’m fuming.

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Monday at school I pass Cale on the way to my second class.

Cale touches my shoulder and I spin around to glare at him.

“I can explain about Friday,” he says hands up in apology. “I’m so sorry those girls who told me your name . . .” Cale stops, eyes wide at the anger in my expression.

“Marissa and Jackie?” I say with bitterness.

” Yeah, they got us real drunk. We were playing a card game and pretty much passed-out by midnight. I’m sorry. We did mean to meet you at the Lucky Fox and I was excited to see you and meet your friends.”

 I scoffed. “Whatever, you made your choice. You chose to play games and get drunk with your friends, Marissa, and Jackie.” 

“Please Jane, I like you a lot. I’ll do better next time.” I ignore Cale stepping around him and I don’t talk to him again, this semester or the next. 

He always smiles and waves when I pass by him, but I ignore him. The hurt look on his face every time I pretend not to see him, causes an ache I didn’t know existed inside me.

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It’s the beginning of my third year and I know the courses are more advanced and will be harder this year. I’m done class for the first day when I bump into Cale, not watching where I’m going.

Cale puts his hands on my shoulders to stabilize me. “Jane? How are you? I haven’t seen you in forever. How was your summer?” 

“It was good Cale. I waitressed and I make great tips in the patio season. I also went away with my best friends Rebecca and Samantha and we went to San Francisco for a week. How about you?”

“Ah, a lot of work at the company.” Cale says shaking his head sadly. “I went to Cancun, Mexico though in Spring with my buddies. It was awesome.” 

I’m amazed I’m desperately curious about Cale’s life still. I’m not mad at him for that one night where he didn’t show up to bar. I think I was over reacting and I’m happy to see Cale because I’ve thought of him often, wishing for a do-over. Here’s my chance.

 Cale’s hands are still on my shoulders his thumbs gently brushing the bare skin beside my scooped necked blue t-shirt.

 “Listen,” I admit, “I’m sorry I was so mad at you before. Things happen when alcohol is involved I know, but I was hurt. I wanted to spend the night with you and you spent it with those other girls Marissa and Jackie. Those girls hate me. They talk behind my back about me.” 

Cale frowns, “I’ll talk to Marissa and Jackie. They won’t be doing that to you anymore if they want to stay friends with me.” I feel hopeful about what Cale has said.

 “You had a right to be mad about that night.” He adds, “I was being stupid. But you didn’t have to ignore me for a year. I had given up hope you’d ever talk to me again until well, right now.”

“I’m sorry Cale. I was being mean. I shouldn’t have ignored you for so long. Just because you didn’t show up one night doesn’t give me the right to treat you like you don’t exist. I hated ignoring you, I felt guilty every time I did it.” I said peering up at Cale’s aqua-blue eyes.

” Jane are you seeing anyone right now?”

I blush and smile at Cale. “No, not for months. Are you?”

“No same as you. I’d like to take you out and only us this time. We can meet each other’s friends another time. I’ve missed you and I want to get to know you better. Can I pick you up for dinner some night this week?”

“Yes, you may,” I say. Cale grins, looking relieved.

“Tuesday is a good night for me, how about you?” I ask him.

“Tuesday at 7:00 pm it is.” 

Cale is noticeably exstatic and I think he’s about the hottest guy I’ve ever seen in his happiness. I absently run my hand through his short blond hair which is so soft, as I gaze up at him. 

I barely realize his mouth is on mine until it is and his kiss and searching lips make me forget all the bad things that happened between us. I feel a warm hum of energy trickling from Cale’s lips into me.

Cale pulls away from me, breathing hard. “I’ve been wanting to do that for over a year, Jane.” 

I take his hand shyly. “I’m glad you finally did.” 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers – Part 6 The End – A Whisp in the Wind 


Dear Bernice,

As I stand here at your grave I can’t believe you were right, Davey was trying to kill me. I just wish he hadn’t gotten to you first.

Six months ago I took off on a horse having been raped by Davey and arrived at a police station. I was given a rape kit at the nearest hospital and evidence of Davey’s DNA was taken from my body. Davey was already in the polices’ system and they matched the DNA on my body to his. 

At his ranch, they found a hunting knife with your blood on it and a sawed off shot gun which he admitted he was eventually going to kill me with.

It’s not fair Bernice, that your ghost should save me and we should find your body in a fridge in Davey’s basement as if you weren’t a person, my sister. I love you forever and think I am going away from my condo for awhile, maybe up to San Francisco, I always wanted a house there. 

Jackie 

( A letter left at Bernice’s grave).

Word Count: 180

  
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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – Part 5 – A Whisp in the Wind


Jackie awoke terribly cold and hurting. It was then, suddenly, that Jackie realized where she was, Davey’s Ranch. She gasped at the wedding ring on her finger and groaned in pain from the soreness between her thighs.

All Jackie knew was she had to get away from the Ranch house it was too far out in the wilderness. A woman could disappear forever out here. She spied Davey asleep on the couch next to a bottle of Jack in their old bedroom. Jackie was on the floor admist bed sheets and her torn bridal dress. 

She arose quietly, reached into a drawer not surprised to find her own clothes, and put on leggings and a top. Jackie slipped on an old pair of her cowboy boots at the door and although it pained her greatly, she lept atop a quiet and calm horse called Ella out in the field and as soon as she was away from the house broke into a gallop back towards the city and the hospital. If anyone could tell Jackie had been drugged and raped, the hospital and police could.

Word Count: 180 words

  
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Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers – Part 4 – A Whisp In the Wind


Davey drove Jackie home and opened the front door. He took her upstairs to her bedroom and told her to pack for a sunny destination. Jackie dare not argue, she had seen the gun in Davey’s jacket pocket. Davey brought up some wine for them both to drink. He opened the bottle and poured her a glass. She guzzled it down without thinking. Davey chuckled and Jackie began to feel woozy.

The next event Jackie remembered was having her hair and makeup done and being buttoned into a diaphanous silk and lace white gown. Next, she recalled saying her vows to Davey on a beautiful beach. It was if her own life was occurring from a distance.

She came to as Davey was feeding her and she was eating hungrily from his murderous hands. She began to scream and kick and Davey took her jaw and forced a glass of champagne down her throat. Then, when Davey had Jackie almost naked and she couldn’t move, Davey got on top of her holding her arms above her head while he took advantage of her. The last thing she remembered thinking was why why there were fish in the wall. Little white ones and that they were as trapped as her the again Mrs. Davey Harrison.

Word Count: Aprox. 220

  

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Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers Part 3: A Whisp  in The Wind.


Jackie never saw Bernice again after her terrifying revelation to Jackie at the gazebo. She cut her dark mane short and put large blonde highlights in her hair. Davey could be anywhere. She stopped dressing fashionably and moved her entire belongings to a condo in a neighbourhood not far from a sandy beach called Quiet Harbor Beach.

Walking along the surf one afternoon she saw a group of boys in dark khaki uniforms. They asked her to take a picture of them and Jackie obliged. The boys hugged her and kissed her on the cheek, a proper thank you in their culture and left Jackie to wander.

Suddenly the hairs on Jackie’s neck began to prickle. She started running and knew it was too late for her to get anywhere when Davey tackled Jackie to the ground. ” Go away, and get off me Davey,” Jackie said. She began to kick and flail her limp body but Davey growled and told her to stop fighting him. ” I have a restraining order on you,” Jackie said angrily. 

Davey shrugged on top of of her and laughed. ” I don’t want to hurt you Jackie but I will if you don’t cooperate” Davey whispered in her ear. There was no one around to Jackie’s distress and Davey pulled her to her feet and brushed the sand off her. ” I just want you back, we maybe divorced but half of the money your grandfather left you is mine. Rich old bastard.” And half the money Bernice left you too is mine. Just because we’re divorced doesn’t mean that you can hoard that kind of cash” He stroked Jackie’s hair and cheek and Jackie almost threw up. 

” Yes, we’re going to be a happy family, in time you will learn to love me again.”

” You killed my sister” you asshole, screamed Jackie.

” I did and I don’t know how you know but it’s our little secret Jackie. The same could happen to you” murmured Davey and he stroked a circle around her throat. Jackie began to cry but Davey picked her up none too gently and shoved her in his Jaguar. He buckled her up, locked the doors and drove Jackie away to God knows where.

  
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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – Part 2 – A Whisp in the Wind


Even as a spirit, Bernice told stories well. Bernice’s hands circled her own throat miming a squeezing action and then her eyes rolled back in her head as if she were dying. 

” I get it Bernice, I understand someone killed you but who? Please talk!” Jackie heard the whisper of her sisters ghostly voice finally in the wind, “Davey . . .” 

” Davey killed you Bernice? I mean he’s a prick but he hasn’t got the smarts, has he?” Bernice began to cry and pointed to Jackie. The wind howled and the bell of the old church down by the park began to ring. In the howl of the wind and noise of the bell she could barely hear the force evident behind her sister’s ethereal voice” HE WANTED US BOTH DEAD!” 

Bernice’s concern was evident as she curiously began to fade into thin air. It was daylight and the park was now empty. Bernice had come at an odd time in the day as Jackie was walking. Then, Jackie looked towards the church bell which had rung its last ring and she realized she was vulnerable.

Word Count: 176

  
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