Flash Fiction II

Club Prompts, Fiction, Flash Fiction

Click on the “Comments” link at the end of this post to read two more pieces from this semester’s contest – by Karagh Linzi and Andrew Banas. I like how they both use the “a man receives a letter in the mail” prompt…



2 thoughts on “Flash Fiction II

  1. Flash Fiction – Andrew Banas

    “We all display courage, Sam” The boy’s uncle told him. At the time Sam couldn’t have cared less. He just wanted his father’s funeral to be over.
    It was a rainy Saturday morning and Sam was tired and cold. His cheeks were bright pink, in part because of the cold but more so from the hands of aunts and older cousins who pinched them as they would murmur things like, “Poor Sammy.” Or “I’m so sorry.”

    Sam found himself somewhat indifferent to his father’s mysterious death. He grew up with his mother in the suburbs and only visited his Dad once a month. Even at twelve years old Sam knew that his father was an enigmatic figure.

    Often Sam would ask his father questions about where he worked and why he chooses to live in a small apartment in the city. His dad would simply smile and reply, “Don’t worry about it Sam.”

    Now his father was dead, or had simply disappeared. His body was never recovered in the lake he drowned in.
    It wasn’t until ten years later that Sam would finally understand.

    Sam was exhausted. He had just worked a ten hour shift at the restaurant. He drove home to his apartment quickly as to avoid falling asleep at the wheel. He grumbled when he saw that the elevator was broken and hastily made his way up the stairs. He and his roommate had lived here for nearly a year now. It was a no brainer at the time, a cheap apartment with a great view of the city. But it was times like this though in which Sam hated living all the way on the 8th floor.

    Upon reaching the door Sam fumbled with the keys and was startled by a cat that ran by him in the hallway. He laughed it off and opened the door. It was dark inside, almost pitch black aside from the digital clock that illuminated a soft red glow. It was five minutes after midnight.

    Sam clicked on the kitchen light as he closed the door. His roommate’s coat was gone, which met he wasn’t home. Sam saw a pile of bills sitting on the side of the kitchen counter. Sam rolled his eyes.

    He picked them up and went through them. Cable bill, light bill, heat bill, Sam wondered if his roommate paid the rent yet. A letter underneath caught Sam’s attention. The envelope was completely blank besides Sam’s name. Sam curiously opened and pulled out the letter. A check fell out behind it.

    Sam read it for a minute and then felt woozy. He had to grab the counter for support from falling over. The letter read.

    “Dear Sam,
    This is yours. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to talk for awhile. I had to leave the country. If anyone asks you, this is inheritance from your uncle.”

    P.S. I was thief.”

    Sam read the check and was startled. Half a million dollars. Suddenly, those pink cheeks were worth it.

  2. Flash Fiction – Karagh Linzi

    When a day can seem like a week and a week can seem like a lifetime, you never know what’s going to come next in life. With hands driven deep into his pockets, a tall, muscular man of twenty-two walked down the street with his head bent down in sadness.

    It had been almost a week and a half since he had to leave his hometown in Illinois to be stationed in Texas by the United States Air Force. He had been excited to go when he heard about his departure almost two months ago from his Sergeant, until they told him the news he didn’t want to hear.

    The love of his life, and currently his fiancé, would have to stay behind in Illinois. A stray tear gathered in the corner of his right eye when he pictured her face in his mind.. Her long black hair reached just below her shoulder blades, cascading down in light curls. Her deep blue eyes glistened like broken glass in the sun as she smiled at him, allowing his mind to escape reality for a second and peer into his heart.

    He walked into a small café right outside the arch that would lead him back to his hellhole he was currently living at for the next three months. He shuffled his feet as he approached the counter. There was a young couple, about 18 or 19 years old ordering before him.

    The girl had her arm wrapped around the boy’s waist as he paid for both their drinks and kissed the side of her head. They both had genuine smiles on their faces and looked into each other’s eyes like only true love can vision.

    They reminded him of himself and his fiancé about five years ago when they were in high school together. Not a care in the world, all that mattered was each other. He envied them. Wishing he could be young and naive again so his love could be tucked into his own arms.

    After they left the counter, he realized he wasn’t that hungry anymore. The pain of loneliness and a wounded heart made his stomach protest the thought of consuming anything at this time. He turned around on the balls of his heels, swiftly like they drilled into his head during Basic Military Training and all but sprinted out of the café and towards his doors. All he wanted was to lie on his bunk and let the emotional turmoil his heart was currently putting him through consume him.

    As he hurried down the street, everyone seemed to remind him of her. The mother on the side of the road teaching her young child to play patty cake reminded him of the life they were talking about starting before he was sent here. A young girl about ten years old running through the sprinkler in a white dress with a bright smile on her face that went from ear to ear until her mother came outside and scolded her, reminded him of the free spirit she never lost from her childhood.

    Before he turned into his dorm, he spotted the young couple from the café staring at him from across the street. The young boy’s eyes met his and he smiled. He looked down at the girl he had under his arm and saluted him. This took the soldier by surprise, but a soft smile graced his face. The look of determination in the young man’s face told him he had the same need to protect the girl he held next to him just like he did when he was his age.

    He saluted the young boy back and turned into the dorms. He walked up three flights of stairs and through a door which led him to his dorm he shared with two other soldiers. His roommates were nowhere to be found, but there was a small letter waiting for him on his pillow.

    Grabbing the letter in his right hand, he read the return address and opened the letter in complete haste. He read it twice with his eyes wide the first time and permanent smiles on his face the second time.

    Dear Jacob,

    I hope everything’s going well in Texas. No big disasters have happened here yet so you can relax, I am doing fine. I miss you and can’t wait for you to return home.

    School’s been going great. I have three more classes to take then I will officially have my nursing certificate. I’m so excited, just a few more months.

    I talked to your mother yesterday. Your little brothers are driving her completely crazy, so please if you get a chance, talk to the little demons and make them give your mother a break, cause god knows they won’t listen to me.

    I know this letter is short, but there is something important I need to tell you. I went to the doctors after you left to get some tests done. Don’t worry I’m fine. Just a routine thing.

    Please call me or write me back with your orders for the next eight months, because honey if you leave me in the delivery room by myself in November because you’re halfway around the world, I will be forced to kill you.

    So Surprise! You’re going to be a daddy!

    Love Always,

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