Pumpkins

It was pumpkin painting day at school so naturally, Em and Row were thrilled.

Em, despite being thrilled had little artistic talent but she never did let such a small thing deter her. To make up for it, she had imagination in spades, and so she put her whizzing and wheezing brain to use.

She thought hard and hard. And slowly let ideas flow from her mind into the world before her. Everything illuminating with just the barest glimmer, she had so many things she wanted to do.

Row, her ever partner in crime did not deter her. Instead, she helped where her best friend couldn’t. She mixed in colors Em didn’t think was possible and corrected the teensy tinsy mistakes Em did.

They worked hard for the hour and a half they had to work. Both girls giggling and covered in paint. But the most important of it all, they were happy and really really happy.

It was something that was theirs and they were proud of it.


Word Count: 169

Ooh boy, this was fun to write. Photo prompt by Susan on Sunday Photo Fictioner. Bit late in replying to this prompt, I know.

Splash

Em was bored. Her parents were off doing boring adult stuff and she was stuck watching her brother. She glared at the little kid, who in turn bared his teeth. Remembering the countless bites she’d experienced, she looked away.

There were other children nearby, in a similar predicament as theirs. But one look was enough to turn Em away from them. She wasn’t nearly as girlish to join the other girls, who seemed busy checking for lice or attempting elegant hairdos, nor was she interested in the snot-nosed brats.

One glance away was all it took. A sudden splash was heard and to her panic, her brother had decided that swimming in the fountain was a good idea.

She rushed forward, grabbing her brother by his arms tightly and instructing the other kids to call the parents. She grabbed and did not let go. She held, panicked until their parents arrived.

Many teary apologies and panics later, they got him out. And all that remained about this incident was an embarrassing story to tell.

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Word Count: 174

Written as a response to Flash fiction for aspiring writers prompt 169, hosted by Priceless Joy, photo copyright wildverbs. To read other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

Cablecar

Em gazed at the cable car, shivering with anticipation. Everything around her was so exciting, unlike anything she’d ever seen before. She was beside herself with joy, with excitement at getting to ride on one. A tug on her sweater dragged her out of her expansive imagination and she turned to face her brother.

“I’m bored.” He said whining and flopped down to the ground.

Em wasted no time in picking him up and setting him upright. “Wait a little while. Dad should be returning with the tickets.”

His attempt to reconcile with the ground was foiled by Em’s hands, causing him to sulk even more, even when Dad returned.

Em pressed her cheeks to the glass of the car, staring at the increasingly decreasing landscape with utter fascination.

Meanwhile, her brother had found a new hobby: people watching. He looked at the cars that were going down but only one of the passengers stared back at him.

Em looked just as he was waving goodbye. “What are you doing?” She asked.

“I’m saying goodbye to the dog. Bye bye dog.” He replied, smiling.

Em laughed at that along with everyone and joined in saying farewell to the dog.


Word Count: 199

Written as a response to Sunday Photo Fiction. Other entries of this prompt can be found here.

Friendly Competition

The ship was huge and decorated nicely with the flags of the competing countries. In the ship, kids and teachers alike milled around, rejoicing and talking amongst themselves, creating new friendships and meeting new acquaintances.

They watched the kids go excitedly on the ship, eager to see around the foreign city. All thoughts of the upcoming competition far from their minds, as they mingled with other people who were as excited as they were.

It was a beautiful sight, different people from different parts of the world all together in one city, all for their rejoicing in their shared interest. The kids who’d one day make a difference in the world smiling and happy as they milled around, eagerly waiting for the boat to start, enjoying every sight their eyes could see and eagerly awaiting more.

The two coordinators looked onward, their faces reflecting the same joy that was widespread on the kids. This amity was the best thing about the competition.

Word Count: 162

Written as a response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by Priceless Joy. Thanks to Dorothy for providing the picture. To read other stories inspired by prompt, click here.

The Cave

“Wow!” Rowena stared in amazement at the rocks. It was beautiful, and even more so due to the bushes around.

Em shook her head at her friend’s antics. “Not that Row. It’s impressive and all but that’s not why I dragged you out on the first day of Summer.”

Row gave her friend a look that said ‘Are you kidding me?’ but probably was ‘You dragged me out of my comfy bed. It better be good.’

Em said nothing and bent down. Parting a large patch of grass aside, she revealed a hole. Row, now intrigued, got closer. With a wide grin and unnecessary dramatism, Em slinked down the hole.

“EM!” Row cried in alarm before following her friend down the hole. She landed on a soft ground and walked on, intent on finding her slippery friend. She found her, sometime later, sitting on a mat smiling.

“What is this place?” She asked amazed.

“Dunno.” Em shrugged. “Found it by accident one day.”

They sat there for a while, chatting away idly. They left some time later, their stomachs growling, their hearts full and with the promise to return.

Word Count: 198

Written as a response to Thursday Photo Prompt hosted by Sue Vincent.


Rowena is based on my awesome friend Aakankshya. You can check her blog here.

Bonfire

 

“Dad. Dad. Is it done yet?” Em asked, tugging at his sleeve, her eyes shining with the red glow. Dad took a stick and poked around the base of the fire for a bit before turning to his daughter. “Patience. Em.”

At that, the little boy beside Em stuck his tongue out, starting a war of silly proportions. For once, their mother did not berate them and just laughed.

“It’s done.” The father announced, producing a fire-baked potato mounted atop a knitting needle. Before Em could react, her little brother had reached over and grabbed the delicacy in his tiny little hands.

“Hothothothothot.” He jumped, dropping the potato. Em giggled at his discomfort and picked the potato gently, wrapping it around a newspaper.

“That’s mine.” He said, glaring.

“Of course it is. I’m just peeling it for you dummy.” She ruffled his hair causing him to sulk even more.

They sat there a bit longer, eating and laughing alongside each other. They left a few hours later, the warmth of the fire still with them.

Word Count: 175


Written as a response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Photo copyright Enisa.

 

 

Snow Day

 

“Look, Mom. Snow!” Em exclaimed pressing her cheeks to the window, taking in the beautiful white landscape. “Can I go out. Please Please Please.” She said, all the while jumping up and down. The confirmation was no sooner out from the older woman’s lips than Emily was rushing out.

Emily was fascinated by the snow. It was so soft and so white and upon further experimentation so cold. She liked it nevertheless. After a while, she got bored. She needed someone to play with and her friend, the snow angel needed a friend too. She rushed in at top speed, leaving cold air to fill the warm living room.

She emerged a while later, dragging a middle-aged balding man with her. She was escastic, he a bit less. However, her excitement was contagious and it spread wide and tall.

They stayed until the day waned, and the sun’s brightness dimmed. The father left with his tired daughter, leaving behind a memento of their efforts. The snowman stood tall and smiling, glowing brightly.

The snowman melted after a few days, and the glow on Em’s face lasted a bit longer.

Written as a response to Sunday Photo Fiction.