Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Poem – Lauranelle – “The Best Wait Ever” #amwriting #poetry #flashfiction 


Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.

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Credit: Dawn M. Miller

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Painfully stuck in airport for hours wait, 

Sitting here staring the clock ticks slowly. 

Here with you life’s perfect –it doesn’t grate. 

My arm falls asleep, your heavy head rolls, 

Further onto my chest; I need to get up. 

Legs start to tingle, I’ve sat too long so —

I gently moving your head; my ‘buttercup,’ 

You hate when I call you that but you make me smile. 

Happiness, tranquility; I’m drugged. 

Departure board reads, plane is still awhile. 

Walking for coffee, some lunch, magazines. 

You’re awake when I return, you beguile;

Your grin makes you quiver and I preen. 

Unaware we stare, our stare held timeless.

You appreciate me (and food); your eyes gleam. 

We’re both stuck here all night, it’s liveable, 

We both forge a tighter bond insurmountable. 

Painfully stuck in airport for hours wait. 

Here with you, life’s perfect — it doesn’t grate. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

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Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner:  Outsmarted #amwriting #flashfiction


Thank you to Roger Shipp for hosting FFftPP.

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I’v never been to Florida. I didn’t think hiking around the condo we rented out would be anything exciting. But I was wrong.

Hiking down the gravel trail with my friend, we ran into some giant alligators lumbering about a waterhole. 

“Oh my god,” Patricia said shrieking. “Huge alligators. What do we do? Can we walk around them?” 

As if he was listening, one of the alligators crawled over onto the gravel path. Patricia was in hysterics and I wasn’t sure if we should both turn around or try to walk around the alligator on his left side, away from their watering hole on his right.

I picked up a long thick piece of wood, poking the alligator and trying to force him to move right, back to where a couple of his friends sat half in the water.

“Come on guy, that’s it grab the stick.” I muttered. 

With his jaws wide and ferocious, the alligator bit the piece of wood and pulled. When he had moved over enough as he pulled on the stick, and the alligator wasn’t in our path anymore, I instinctively let go of the piece of wood.

When I turned around Patricia was no where in sight. I thought she had gone back to the condo.

Then I saw the alligators rolling and twisting, fighting over prey in the water. I felt sick and afraid.

“No it can’t be,” I cried.

I had been outsmarted. While the alligator on the path was distracting me, the others had gone after Patricia. All that was left was a scrap of her pink yoga pants.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.