Three Line Tales: Gifts of Fish #amwriting #fiction #3LineTales


Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales.


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Leo the polar bear headed down to the local watering hole and it didn’t surprise him that the usual gossiping seals were there as he drank from the refreshing lake. “Haven’t you heard?The humans are back doing their testing and they’ve tagged us all; if I were you, I’d stay hidden because once you’re tagged they’ll comeback every year to look you over.” Leo yawned, “They tagged me years ago but I never mind, each year they’re like Santa, they bring gifts of fish.”


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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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