My Short Short for the Day

This looks like a nice place to rest, Bee said to himself settling onto the soft, fuzzy cushion. Ahh! Bee closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep. He jerked awake suddenly when he felt a tingle in his wings. He didn't move, instead he remained still giving himself a chance to look around. He didn't see anything that looked like danger, so he moved.

“Momma! Momma! He's moving. He's alive!” The little voice sounded very close.

“Don't touch him Honey!”

Bee froze again in fear. He didn't dare move or look around. His peaceful spot of serenity had changed completely. Not so long ago he thought he had found paradise. But now it looked like his end was near.

“What do we do Momma?” The little voice was closer now but Bee couldn't see what it came from.

The woman moved too fast for Bee to react. He was soon covered by a clear object. Immediately his instincts kicked in and he flew around his enclosure furiously trying to find a way to escape.

“See, then slip a piece of paper underneath. Gentle.” Bee could now see the little girl. She didn't seem threatening but a bug could never be sure.

Bee watched as the woman lifted his enclosure and walked away from his comfy resting spot. The little girl opened the door and they two walked out. They walked a little ways then stopped by a tall tree.

“This looks like a good spot Momma.” The little said with a smile.

Maybe I can fly out before they crush me. Bee thought preparing himself to dash the moment he saw a crack in the enclosure.

The woman set the cup down and slid the paper from under it. “Ok, Honey, now step back.”

The little moved back a few paces and the woman tipped the cup over before quickly stepping back herself.

Bee couldn't believe his luck. He shot out of the cup and up into the air. I'm free! I'm free! He shouted soaring into the air. I'm fr...

“Oh, Momma! He hit that tree.” The little girl said.

“It's ok Honey. He'll be alright.” The woman said taking the little girl's hand.

“Silly Bee.” The girl said.

My Short Short for the Day

It's time. She told herself calmly folding her shirt before placing it in the suitcase. It's long overdue, but at least I'm taking that step now. She had thought of this moment so many times but it had always filled her with such fear, terror of being alone. But now, as she closed the lid and listened to the click of the latch, she felt only calm. This was the right thing for her. It was time.

She loaded the last of the suitcases into the van and drove down the street. After she had put several miles behind her, she turned on the radio and hummed to the tune. As dark settled in, she pulled into the motel parking lot. She paid for her room and grabbing a small bag, locked up the van and went into the room. She slept soundly for the first time in years.

The morning sun peeked through the curtains waking her gently. She smiled, letting the sun warm her face. After washing and dressing, she checked out of the motel and hit the road. After several hours she came to a small town. It looked so peaceful, so unassuming. There were trees everywhere, a water fountain at the center, and people walking around leaving their cars at home. The sun was warm surrounded by clear blue skies. The air was fresh as she breathed in deeply.

She pulled over to the curb and turning the engine off. Nearby she saw a small park with a tiny pond in the middle. There were beautiful flowers blooming and soft green grass covering the entire area. She got out of her van and closed the door, locking it out of habit. She stepped onto the curb and walked toward the park. The sun sent welcoming rays toward her.

She was home.

My Short Short for the Day

“Wait! Stop! You'll get killed!” The urgency saturated his words.

“I have to go.” Affa said calmly even as the tears glistened in her eyes.

“But...” She stopped his words with a kiss then turned away, dashing into the fire.

She ran fast, pushing her legs until they went numb. Then she glided along in a fog. The fire has only burned for the first few moments then the sensation was only one of painless heat. She had no idea what lay beyond the fire, but it didn't matter. She had to go. This was her destiny. She had resisted at first but realized her life and more importantly, the lives of all those in her village and beyond were at stake. Her doubts and fears didn't matter. She had to succeed. She had no choice. It was her destiny.


“Can she do it?” Sanat asked.

“She will do what she has to.” Jerget said gently touching his lips, feeling the last of the kiss fade. “It's her destiny.”


Affa felt the change in the air before the cool water misted her face. She didn't slow her pace but did allow a moment of relief to pass through her as the heat dissapated. Soon the cool water turned to icy cold on her skin. A shiver raced through her but her pace did not slow. Don't think, she reminded herself locking her mind to the feelings churning inside her.


“How long should we wait?” Sanat asked fidgeting.

“Until she returns.” Jerget said never taking his eyes off the flames.

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She took a deep breath trying to calm her racing pulse. Why did she agree to meet him here? It was crazy. She hadn't seen him in 20 plus years. They had dated in High School but ended as friends each going their separate ways. They hadn't talked in years and suddenly last month, they bumped into each other online. It started out as reminiscing about the old days. Then they started talking about what had happened since High School. The friendship was easily rekindled, like no time had passed. But maybe it had only been the safety of being online that allowed them to feel so comfortable sharing such intimate details of their lives.

She was too old to feel like a foolish teenager going on her first date. This wasn't even a date. She had mentioned planning a visit to her parent's house and he had casually said they should meet. She readily agreed and here she was. It wasn't a date. It wasn't...anything. Then why was she so nervous? Why were her palms sweating and her heart pounding in her chest? Why was she acting like a school girl?

“Hi.” His voice sounded just as she had remembered it.

She turned around and smiled. He looked a lot like he had years ago. A few more pounds but not too much. Shorter hair but it suited him. His clothing was toned down and more casual. The dark angst look was gone but the mischief was still glimmering in his beautiful eyes.

He took a step and looked into her eyes. He raised his hand and gently caressed her cheek. She closed her eyes and lost herself in his kiss.

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Sarla raced down the dirt path leaving a cloud of dust behind her. Sweat dripped down her face and soaked her shirt. Her muscles screamed at the abuse but she wouldn't slow down, she couldn't. She hurdled a fallen tree and ducked beneath low hanging branches. As she crested the hill she saw it. Finally! It looked just like Arnin had described. The beauty of it was breathtaking. Sarla gazed on it for several minutes before shaking herself.

She took a deep breath then plunged into the shrubbery and raced down the hill to the bottom of the waterfall. She reached the pond and stooped to take a long drink. With her thirst quenched she reached out and grabbed a vine. Slowly she crawled and climbed her way up the steep cliff. Just over halfway up she paused and there was the opening. Arnin told her there was a tiny ledge she'd have to cross behind the water to get to the middle.

She took another deep breath and inched her way across the little ledge. She didn't dare look down. She had no desire at all to see how high up she was. She inched forward and froze. There it was. The tiny little pink flowers with soft blue petals. She stretched out and plucked several flowers. Tucking them into her pouch she straightened and started to inch her way back out from behind the waterfall.

She scrambled back down the cliff and was about to set her foot on the edge of the pond when she heard a noise from above. The rocks tumbled down before she could move. She clung to the cliff and squeezed her eyes shut tight. Several rocks banged against her but she held strong. Finally the noise subsided and she opened her eyes.

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Peg looked out across the water. Sure hope it's this calm tomorrow, she thought. A triathlon. Her very first one. She'd trained so long, spent so many hours building up muscles and endurance and speed. Her mental fitness was in top notch shape as well. But she was nervous. What if she goes out too fast and cramps up? What if she pops a tire or crashes? What if she hits the wall and simply collapses? What if...? Well, there were a ton of those to think of but why waste the time. She had a very long day ahead of her tomorrow. Plenty of time to contemplate what ifs. Right now, she needed to clear her mind and relax. Today was a short, easy run and now it was time to cool down before dinner. She always ate a big spaghetti dinner the night before a running race. Tonight would be no different.

Well, that's not entirely true. Tonight was different. There was one big difference. Her coach, the man who had first introduced her to running, the man who had been her coach from the first moment she tied on sneakers until just one short month ago. He had always been there for her. Running beside until age weakened his knees, then using a car to meet her at different points during her run. Always planning her schedule and pushing her to go faster. Always reminder her never to give up, never to quit.

Then one day he didn't show up at her house at 6am banging on the door as usual. She waited around for 15 minutes then called his house. He was gone. Died in his sleep. It wouldn't be the same now. It'd never be the same.

Her mother came up behind her and touched her back. “Honey, dinner's ready.”

“Thanks Mom.” Peg said putting her arm around her mother and walking inside.

“I'm so proud of you Honey. No matter what happens tomorrow.” Her mother said warmly. “And you're father is so very proud, too.”

Peg hugged her mother tightly. “Thanks Mom.”

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Sidney admired the beautiful view even while the tears silently rolled down her cheeks. It was two years ago today that her daughter and husband had disappeared. The investigators had searched for months but with no clues or leads. They had finally been forced to push it aside when a bigger case came up. Sidney had continued on her own but with no luck. Ginny and Ed had simply vanished off the face of the earth.

Everyone told her she had to move on but she just couldn't. She had lost weight, had been unable to maintain her job and was fired, had run through all her savings and eventually was forced to move back in with her parents. She had gone to a counselor, a psychologist and even a psychiatrist but they all felt she needed strong medication. She refused.

She had eventually stopped talking about that night, the last night she'd seen them. No one believed her. The police felt Ed had kidnapped Ginny but they couldn't explain why. Sidney knew that Ed would never do such a thing. But as time passed, even Ed's family had begun to believe that it might be true. Her parents had bought her a ticket to this island and forced her to take a vacation in the hopes she would find a way to put it all to rest.

The island was lovely and the hotel room was amazing, but Sidney couldn't help feeling guilty for taking time off from searching. Oh, Ginny. Where could you be? And Ed, I hope you are with her, protecting her. Where are you both?