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Sunday Photo Fiction: Poem – Italian Sonnet – “Pushing Daisies” #amwriting #poetry #flashfiction


Thank you to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF.

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A Mixed Bag

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Little Lana, stood with her Mommy saw —

Flowers thought, “daisies,” over grave grew tall.

Thought Dad was here, never saw him at all.

Mom had tearful eyes, emotion made her raw.

Why’s Daddy pushing Daisies, where’s my pa?”

Lana asks fragile Mom; had heard phone call —

Nana said Dad’s, pushing daisies, new calling.

Mom cries at question, by the grave she bawls.

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Pushing daisies, what did that mean? Girl knew —

Not the phrase, but thought it’s Daddy’s new job. 

Papa came, Lana asks, “Why Dad now grew —

Daisies? Wasn’t doing business his job?”

Tears trailed down Papa’s eye, his nose he blew:

“It means your Dad is dead, to heaven flew.”

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.


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Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: Next To Her


Thanks to Roger Shipp for hosting FFftPP. Also thank you to The Daily Post for the prompt word Hope

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“Why are we going in here?” Karen asked her older cousin Alicia, struggling to carry  the load between them.

“It’s Grandpa’s barn. I remember my Dad helping rebuild it when I was seven-years-old.”

“I like the vintage feel. The lanturne is neat. I bet it’s antique,” Karen said enthused.

“Ah, it’s pretty dusty and dirty in here actually. I’m sure no one has been in here since Grandpa retired.” Alicia said.

“So did you bring a shovel?” Karen inquired.

“There is a couple of shovels in here. We should bury him over there,” Alicia said quietly pointing.

They started digging through the barn’s loose dirt floor. 

“I hope this is deep enough?” Karen asked.”We should do six-feet deep, right?”

“Yeah,” Alicia remarked. “At least he’s close to her here.” Karen gave Alicia a funny look but decided to stay silent.

The cousins carried the body wrapped in blankets to the hole they had dug. 

Breathing heavily after shovelling, they threw the body in the hole and began the slow process of shovelling dirt ontop of the body. 

Karen stopped shortly.”You really think we should be doing this?” 

Alicia sighed.”Grandpa told me to do this. He told me to bury him here next to our Nana when he died.”

“What happened to Nana?” 

“He was mad at her once. In a fit of rage he hit her over the head with the back of a shovel. Grandpa never meant to kill Nana.”

“When did he tell you?” Karen asked. 

“I was there that night, sleeping over. I saw everything and helped Grandpa bury Nana. He was in shock. It was my idea to bury her in the barn.” Alicia admitted.

“I can’t believe he killed her,” Karen said.

THWACK! Alicia’s shovel hit Karen in the head cracking her head like a watermelon.

” I believe it,” Alicia said burying Karen in the grave with her Grandpa.

” You always were their favourite grandchild, cousin.” Alicia smirked. 

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©Mandibelle16.(2016) All Rights Reserved.

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Sunday Photo Fiction: The Elephant in the Shed


Joshua saw his Papa going out to the brick shed. He saw that Papa left the door ajar. He knew Papa and Nana would be mad at him for taking a look inside the shed, but Joshua couldn’t help but peek.

Joshua gazed in awe in the shed. There was an elephant inside, chained up by his leg. 

Terrified brown eyes stared down at Joshua as Joshua placed his hands gently on the elephants trunk and started to pet him. The elephant closed his eyes in delight. Joshua whispered to the elephant that he would come back and set it free. He also named the elephant George.

Later, when Nana and Papa thought he was asleep, Joshua went on his phone and called his Dad, who was in disbelief. Everyone went out to the shed the next morning, Papa laughing at Joshua’s suggestion that he was keeping an elephant locked inside.

Papa hesitated opening the door and Joshua’s Dad took the key from Papa. To Joshua’s Dad’s surprise when he opened the shed, a great elephant stared down at him sadly. Joshua went and hugged George before his Dad could stop him.

The police and a special vet from the zoo were called out to Papa and Nana’s farm and George was set free. Once his chain had been cut off, George trumpeted and began to flap his ears. He waved his head joyfully.

“How could you do this, Dad?” Joshua’s Dad asked Papa. 

“It was something beautiful that I could keep.” Papa admitted. “I never wanted him to leave and I could never let him free because someone would know.”

Joshua’s Dad shook his head at Papa. “Dad, an elephant isn’t meant to be held captive and he needs to be with other elephants.”

Later, Joshua’s parents took him to visit George at the zoo. “Is George free?” Joshua asked his Dad. “Yes, unlike Papa and Nana,” Joshua’s Dad replied. ” George will never be a wild elephant but he’ll be happier at the zoo with other elephants around.” 

Joshua watched George play, happy George had elephant friends.

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Alistair Forbes
 
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Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF.

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