Fiction under 250 words.
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“Casie! Sharon! It’s time for Bible study, get in here!”
Lauren leaned over to place the children’s bibles at their respective places at the dining room table. Her husband entered the room and playfully slapped her on the rear-end.
“Hey!” She laughed and twisted around to receive his kiss. “Stop that. Somehow, it feels wrong to be swatted on the butt right before we honor God.”
Her husband chuckled, gave her a playful wink and took his seat at the head of the table.
The two girls scampered into the room giggling. They gave each other a playful shove before settling into their seats; they squirmed with pent-up energy.
“Okay girls, settle down. Sharon, you’ve got food on your mouth, wipe it off, please.”
The seven-year old girl lifted a pudgy hand up to her mouth and neatly wiped it across her mouth. She then ran the back of her hand down the side of her jeans to clean off her hand.
Lauren sighed. “I actually meant for you to use a napkin, but since I wasn’t specific,” she rolled her eyes at her husband. “I suppose I asked for that one.”
Casie chuckled in appreciation of her sister’s actions.
“So,” Lauren’s eyes locked onto Casie as she took her seat. “Did you read the Ten Commandants like I asked you to?”
“Yep.”
“And did you note the part about honoring your mother and father?”
Casie snorted. “You said to learn it. You didn’t say I had to do it!”
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Want to play? All you have to do is write 250 words (no MORE) about any scene you heard, witnessed or imagined. You can either post your own flash fiction on your blog, or post it in the comment section!
Either way – do it now. Don’t wait. Don’t make excuses.
Write From Karen 
Very nice! And good for you for writing it! The more you write, the better you get and the more your imagination expands and suddenly, the world is brighter and a bit more colorful.
Thank you for writing this! I hope you’ll do this every Tuesday. I LOVE flash fiction – it gives me a change to document a moment in time, a passing thought, or a fleeting emotion and immortalize it. It also gives me a chance to write about a real-life situation without getting “caught.” You know, it being “fiction” and all. 😀
That’s what this exercise is all about – capturing the moments in our lives.
HA! “You didn’t say I had to do it!” That is classic! I love it!
I wrote something this week – my first attempt at fiction. Please don’t laugh. 🙂
He was driving down the street, going too fast as usual. There was no one around, except for the man who lived at the house just beyond the bridge. Mr. Simms always sat on his front porch at this time of day, watching the birds hunting for food, the wind blowing in the trees, and the cars driving too fast. This day was no exception.
Matthew eased up on the gas a little as he approached the bridge. It was narrow, with guardrails that met the minimum safety guidelines – when it was built 50 years ago. The car slowed some, but its momentum kept it going. It hit the slight rise right before the ground disappeared from under the road. For a moment, Matthew was airborne. He landed in the middle of the bridge with a crunch. Grasping the wheel, Matthew did everything he could to regain control. The car flew across the bridge and stopped only when it slammed into the oak tree in Mr. Simms’s yard.
Mr Simms chuckled. How many times had he seen this happen? It was the same scene week after week. Cars going too fast hit that bump, go airborne, and the drivers fight for control. Only this time it was different.
This time it was Matthew.
Mr. Simms got out of his chair and sauntered over to the car. “Hello, Matthew,” he said. “Going a bit too fast?”
Matthew groaned. “Busted,” he thought. He looked up at Mr. Simms.
“Hi grandpa!”