F3 – Cycle 1 – Mary Lou’s Lost Shoe

I’ve Tweeted and Facebooked about starting up Flash Fiction Friday last week, but hadn’t mention here on the Between Blog. Basically, I guess because I want F3 to be about the stories and the contributors, and not me.

Cycle 1 submissions were a little slow, so I decided to see if I could get the first story prompt to work for me.

I’ll admit. After I posted the first F3 prompt, “Why aren’t shoes ever abandoned in pairs?” I was pretty apprehensive. I had done a story years ago, in college, about the lone shoe on a highway phenomena. I got an A, but thinking back on it, it was a pretty miserable story. Not tone, it was just bad.

So last night, and way early this morning. I wrote “Mary Lou’s Lost Shoe.”

I hope you enjoy. Be sure to leave me comments, critiques.

Link: http://ronearl.com/fiction/mary-lous-lost-shoe/

The Bagman – Flash Fiction

Sorry for missing Monday. Unfortunate events over the last few days kept me away from the keyboard.

This week’s Flash Fiction Monday was spurned on by NEEDLE magazine’s flash fiction contest. Requirements were to include a needle, of any kind, in the story and keep it under 1k.

A random winner will be selected and win a cool NEEDLE t-shirt. And entries would be open for consideration for publication in the magazine itself.

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Rebirth of My Soul (poem)

Today is National Poetry Day. Also it’s Thursday. And sadly today was also the memorial of my childhood friend’s father, Donald C. Best. I didn’t know Mr. Best well, but I hung out at his house plenty during my grade school years. They had the best basement with model trains and race cars, everything a yong boy would want. He was a good man, friendly and helpful. My memories of him are all positive.

At the memorial Brent, my friend, gave a eulogy and it brought back so many good memories or as Brent said, “build new memories.” It put me in mind of a poem I wrote after the death of my great grandmother. In death we are reminded of life.

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A tale of two cats

As long as I can remember, I’ve been a cat guy. I like dogs well enough, don’t get me wrong, but cats have a special magic about them. I’ve had and been around cats most of my 40 years. One thing I’ve never had to deal with is their deaths. I’ve always been away or not involve during the actual passing.

In the past 5 days I have lost two cats: Buddy, a wedding gift to my wife, and Kiki, a stray kittenless Siamese.

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