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Flash Fiction

"Friday Figments" are my Play Time.
"Play is one of the only human endeavors where uncertainty is actually celebrated."--Beau Lotto, TED Talks

Friday Figments are 10 sentence stories where I practice letting go of the certainty that the the piece is flawless and simply experiment, i.e. have fun with very uncertain results. I hope they're fun for you too!

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Veracious Vertigo
Thunder Theory
Dominant Dreamer
Leaf Laureate
Arty Armchair
Thimble Therapy
Sorry Sunlight
Wondrous Wierdness
Wasted Wine
Fierce Fruit
Callous Crush
Woman Waiting
Flourished. Free.
Missing Magic
Virtuous Vocals
Lullaby Living
Peaceful Pondering
Complex Candy
Sleepless Stories
Worthy World
Backyard Brigham
Goodbye Ghost
Sacrificial Swan
Finless Fish
Iconic Ice Cream
Miraculous Mowing


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Sleepy baby panda naps on a dolphin and drools into the sea. The dolphin has tied to the bear's tail rosy red ribbons that float on the waves. At the shore, sandcastles wash away with the tide. Sleepy baby panda rolls through their gates.
Stop snoring, Panda. The salt from the sea is drying stiff and gritty in your hair. Your paws will feel sticky! You'll smell like fish dried on the beach. The dolphin has long slipped back into the dawn-lit water. Wake up, Panda, and be on your way.

Photo Credit: Tux-t-penguin on Deviant Art

Friday Figment: FINLESS FISH

I found a finless fish…well, fishtailing, I guess, along the bottom of my pond.
I asked him what he was doing in there (cause I was planning to drain that pond and set up a trampoline instead, though I didn’t tell him that).
He said, “I’m living; what does it look like I’m doing?”
“Can’t you live somewhere else?”
He didn’t answer.
“Where are your fins?”
“Really? You’re going to hint that I should leave then ask a rude question like that?”
I kicked the gravel, asked if he needed something to eat, but he silently slithered along.
When I checked on him before bed, the pond was empty.
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Friday Figment: ANTSY ABANDON

The ant asked the caterpillar, "What are you doing?"

"Building my chrysalis," the caterpillar answered.

After a grunt the ant said, "Butterflies don't eat leaves, and I love leaves, especially rose ones, and man, I'd never give that up for anything."

The caterpillar had been working for hours and talk of leaves, rose leaves especially, made her stomach growl even as she defended the butterflies, explaining how they get to soar across the world on their beautiful wings.

"I hope mine are blue," she said.

"But the slow way you walk is so cute," the ant said, "I like you the way you are," and after an hour or two of that talk, the caterpillar left her chrysalis and feasted on rose leaves with the ant.

A week passed, and the caterpillar whispered, "I think I'm sick."

"Don't worry," the ant said, "I won't leave you," and the caterpillar was comforted as she fell into her final sleep…