Autumnal time dance

Leaf Dance

Miranda watched a maple key twirl down, shimmering against the bruise-coloured sky. A handful of yellow leaves danced out of a tree and frolicked ahead of her on the path. She twirled in delight. A great gust of wind brought leaves raining down with an angry rattle. Miranda ran back to take her father’s hand.

 

 

A. Partridge.

Fireplace

Fair Weather Lover

My ardour falls with the temperature.

While others glory in the brilliant autumn colours, I lament the lack of lush growth. My sap stops running.

In my mind your face is already losing definition and fading into a sepia summer snapshot.

I’ve yet to share the warmth of my winter fireside with a lover.

 

 

A. Partridge.

old-truck-flash-story

Truck. Stop.

My husband took his truck out for a jaunt with two guys who might buy it. And now Tim is missing. I didn’t talk to him again. It was such an ordinary plan. Why could my husband not call? What or who could stop him? My imaginings cloud my mind. It was an old truck.

 

 

A. Partridge.

rubble

The Morning After

“I just pulled you out of our basement,” Chris says.

I see it now. The square dirt holes are where basements were. Now that I know, I recognize our yard and neighbourhood. No sign of the homes.

“Was it a nuclear bomb?” I ask in dawning horror.

“No ash,” Chris says.

I’m stunned into silence.

 

A. Partridge.

Sparkly-Eyes-Flash-Story

What makes Aunt Agatha sparkle?

Pondering the magic bath before I slept, I decided I couldn’t actually be traveling. Could I? Such realistic fantasies. I could still feel the silkiness of the chocolate clay on my skin. Was the bathtub magic or was it the bubble bath from Aunt Agatha? She always did have a secret sparkle in her eyes.

 

A. Partridge

Pray

Help from the Hideaway

“We had given up, Father. Then today she left a message.”

“Are you prepared to help?”

She nodded.

“Then you haven’t given up on her. Sometimes people have to ask for help.”

“What if-?” A door chime interrupted her. “Is it a coincidence that friends are arriving?”

“There is strength in numbers,” the priest replied.

 

A. Partridge

 

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Shocked

Ch-ch-changes

“Time for a change,” Stanley told his wife of 25 years.

“The kids are gone. We are alone again. That’s a welcome change,” Valerie said.

“I’ve decided on something that seemed unobtainable,” he said. Looking right at her he announced, “I want to become a woman.”

Valerie’s mouth opened and closed, but no sounds emerged.

 

 

A. Partridge.

Female silhouette

Let Me Count The Ways

“Why do you love me?”

“Well, uh, I …”

Her look was serious.

“Your smile.”

She gifted him with one, but still seemed to be waiting.

“Your giving heart.”

She blinked and nodded encouragement.

“Well, uh, I can’t decide what I love more — your gorgeous red curls or your silhouette against the bedroom curtains.”

 

 

A. Partridge.

Man Scratching Head

Prodigal Partner

“It’s been three days without even a word, Woman! Where on earth did you get to? What happened? Don’t raise your eyebrow at me. I was worried. Now that you’re here I can’t decide whether to hug you or take you across my knee. Oh, that’s got your attention. My, but that’s a saucy smile.”

 

 

A. Partridge.

bungee-flash-story

The Plunge

The rocky gorge was breathtaking.

He had imagined dinner and champagne, but this is what his intended wanted. The sunlight bathed their clasped hands.

He couldn’t look down.

“Where is your sense of …” she said as she wrenched him down.

They plunged.

He both dreaded and eagerly anticipated the tug of the bungee cord.

 

 

A. Partridge.

school-flash-story

Adventures in Learning

Leaning forward to support the weight of his backpack, Jax traversed the steep descent into unfamiliar territory. Emerging into brightness, he was unnerved by the raucous noise. He felt the weight of hundreds of eyes following his progress.

The suction sound of the bus door closing forced him forward to his first day of school.

 

 

A. Partridge.

Romantic diner set

The Sweetest Secret

“You look happy,” Heather said to her sister.

Liz took a bite of stuffing to avoid replying.

She smiled thinking about the secret she would share tonight with her man seated across the table.

This news would dazzle him and if all went well they would bring another person to this festive table next year.

 

A. Partridge.

A worried and afraid young woman

Truly Orphaned

My tether to the world has been severed.

Mom is gone.

Just an accident the school counselor informed me.

Mom was 36. It has always been just her and me.

My floating off into the ether is arrested by a realization. Mom promised to reveal the details about my father on my 18th birthday.

Tomorrow.

 

A. Partridge.

shocked-woman

Turnabout

“What the hell!” Mack said, hand between his legs. His much indulged manhood was missing.

He squealed like a girl when he found he sported breasts, once his favourite party favours.

“A woman!” He cursed and remembered the gypsy girl cursing him after a rough ride.

In horror Mack realized the man approaching was him.

 

A. Partridge.

Nude-with-a-lion

Enchantment


The clouds parted and a ray of sunlight enchanted the glade.

Cassandra’s long red tresses imparted warmth directly into my heart.

The wolves turned pettable, the lions cuddly.

Cassandra fondled a lion’s mane and threw her nakedness over his furred back.

They loped off into the forest in search of the key to our kingdom.

 

A. Partridge.

bondage

Love Letters

Cara’s head drooped between outstretched arms which were manacled to the doorway.

“These are the words you wouldn’t listen to,” Max said as he carved with an exacto knife on her back. “I’ve loved you forever.”

Hypnotized by the steady drip of blood on the dirt floor, she moistened cracked lips and said, “Love hurts.”

 

A. Partridge.