Friday Flash Fiction


Photo Courtesy of CE Ayr

I know I’m late this week – but it’s my first story since mid-December. I have missed out on the fun and need to get back to a weekly commitment!

The name of this home is lovely, a warning, perhaps, or tongue in cheek. We’ve all done it – put our hopes and dreams into something that wasn’t meant to last. Here’s to dreaming – and to capturing the moment when it comes.

Word count: 100

Castles in the Sand

How long ago the memory seemed – she felt again the warmth of that day at the beach, innocent and optimistic. Sitting side by side, they planned each room, designing their first home in the sand by the bay, feeling giddy as children.

She felt the rough grains between her fingers, smelling of seaweed and kelp. A seagull cried overhead, white against the blue sky. Hope soared as their dreams took shape.

The telegram began “We regret to inform you…,” Tears tasting of salt and the sea etched down her face. Their future just another sandcastle washed away by the tide.

To see other stories, please visit the Rochelle Wisoff-Fields site here.

© Erin Leary

Flash Friday Fiction

Grandma’s Kitchen


– Remember how much she used to love decorating cookies with us?

– Of course – I was there, too.

– I know – it’s just that you were so young.

– What was the cat’s name again?

– Stinky.  He was a real Tom cat, balls and all.  Back then, you didn’t neuter pets.

– I remember how her house used to smell.  It was a combination of cooking, rose powder  and love.

– A wonderful woman…pity we don’t have more than a few pictures to remind us. Oh – there’s the timer. Let’s get this batch out to cool.

– We have more than that, mom – we have cookies, too!

– That we do, dear.

The photo prompt is courtesy of Scott L. Vannatter via Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  Links to all the other Flash Friday Fictioneers can be found here.

© Erin Leary