The Funeral

Flash Fiction can be fun and a real challenge. This week focus on the words and the strength of each to contribute to your story. Write a 300 word piece using the following word for inspiration: LIFE.

 

It was the day that Becca had been dreading since she heard that echoing knock on her front door. It seemed like that was ages ago when in all reality it was less than a week. It’s funny how time passes when something significant in your life happens.

Was it really only 5 days ago?,  she thought to herself as she sat in the front pew. Emotions once again took hold and she fought the tears that seemed endless, but they burned her eyes and she finally gave in and let them stream down her cheeks again.

This wasn’t how their life was supposed to be. They had made so many plans together for their future and they had only recently able to check one of the items off of their list.

The house. It was their love of the water & that little house that led her to where she was now. She couldn’t go back there. Ever.

The music stopped and there was shuffling of feet, a cough here and there, and the rustling of paper. The sounds seemed so loud in her head until he started to speak and then they dimmed as his voice rose and carried through the sanctuary.

The words were meaningless to her and she barely heard them. She didn’t want to hear them because it meant that he was really gone and she wasn’t ready to accept that yet.

Her sister squeezed her hand as she wiped her eyes again with a damp, mascara-covered tissue. She took a slow, deep breath and forced herself to look up towards the minister and at her husbands’ coffin.

She felt her heart clutch at the site of the dark wood with the white, fragrant flowers on top and she kept hoping that she’d wake up from this nightmare and turn to see his face on the pillow next to her again.

The music started again and her sister helped her walk out of the church.

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The Fight

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It was a big one. Probably one of the biggest fights that they ever had and this one… and just a week before their wedding.

Jake couldn’t even remember how it started as he walked down the sidewalk, glancing in the store fronts as he made his way to the beach. All he knew was somehow one moment they were talking, the conversation got heated and then eventually one thing led to another and they were yelling. She ran to the bedroom with tears in her eyes and slammed the door behind her just before she locked it.

He was angry and left the house, slamming the door behind him as well.

Jake didn’t take long to cool down. He never stayed mad for long, he saw no reason to really. He didn’t see the point in staying mad with someone since life was too short. You never know what’s going to happen.

On his way home Jake stopped in front of their favorite bakery. The went there every Saturday morning for the homemade donuts.

There was something special about those donuts. Soft on the inside, slightly crisp on the outside, and just plain delicious. He got his plain or with a bit of chocolate glaze and Becca always got one that was smothered in some sort of frosting and sprinkles. A smile came across his face as he entered the shop.

“Hi there,” the clerk said with a smile. “You’re kinda early… it’s only Thursday.”

“I know,” Jake replied as he looked at the various treats in the cases.

“What can I get for you?”

“Hmm… do you have any of those donuts?” Jake asked looking around for them.

“Just finished a fresh batch! How many?”

He thought for a moment. “Six. Three with lots of frosting & sprinkles and three with chocolate glaze.”

She moved to the back and returned quickly with the box of his tasty treats.

He paid the clerk and left for home. When he got there Jake found Becca curled up on the couch with her book and she didn’t look up at all when he came in.

“Hey,” he said softly. “I bought you something.”

“What?” She asked without looking up.

He sat down next to her. “Here,” he said as he handed her the box of dounts.

Becca looked up at him and smiled. “I can’t be mad at you. I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” Jake replied as he took a donut. “Let’s eat.”

They curled together on the couch and finished the donuts. Every last one of them.

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The Beach House

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Water gives life. It also takes it away.
Write a short piece – fiction or non-fiction – inspired by one or both of these statements. Word maximum is 600.

Becca and Jake loved the beach, the water, and everything about it. Because of this love they made it their goal from the time they met to own a home on the beach. It took a lot of work, hard work but they were able to make their dream come true shortly after their 5 year anniversary.

“It’s perfect, ” he said as he pulled her into his arms, looking at the front of their new home.

Her smile beamed as she snuggled into him, “I know and I can’t believe that our dream has finally come true.”

Without a second thought he literally swept her off of her feet and carried her to the front door as she laughed.

“What are you doing?” She asked him, even though she already knew.

Smiling down at her he replied, “I’m carrying my beautiful wife into our new home.”

It was a beautiful, spacious house that needed a little TLC but other than that it was what they wanted.

The house had a picture perfect, front yard with a bright green grass, colorful flower beds, and small shrubs. It was small but for them it was fine because it was the back that held the most appeal.

The back of the house was a complete contrast to the front since it was all beach front. A huge, partially covered deck with a built in fire pit came off the back of the house and overlooked the sandy, white beach that led to the ocean. There was beach grass here and there that was growing from tops of small sand dunes that surrounded the house. From the water’s edge, you could look in either direction for what seemed like forever.

Jake set his wife down and they looked around their new home.

“It’s pretty empty in here without our furniture,” Becca told him as she walked into the living room area.

“I know,” he replied. “But by the weekend it’ll be full of all our stuff.”

The weekend came and went and eventually the house was full of their stuff, new and old. It was exactly what they had wanted and life was perfect at that moment.

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Today I also posted over at Unspoken Grief so come visit me over there as well.

Packing up the past

Write a piece – 600 word limit – about finding a forgotten item of clothing in the back of a drawer or closet. Let us know how the item was found, what it is, and why it’s so meaningful to you or your character.

Moving day had come and Becca had mixed feeling about it. She knew that she had to move on with her life and see what was out there beyond the small town that she had grown up in.

The big city was waiting as were the moving men, so Becca had to kick it into high gear or else she’d never get the rest of her things packed up.

She did a final walk through her small apartment starting with the kitchen. Looking out through the window over the sink, as the warm breeze blew through the window she wondered if she’d miss this place. Yea, it was home but things had changed in the past 6 months and it was hard to still think of it as home anymore.

Once she was sure that the everything was carefully packed she moved into the bedroom. She knew that this room would be the hardest and that was why she left if for last.

Becca made her way to the bedroom and stood in the door way looking at the french doors that led outside, the empty bed, the beautiful lamp that she bought from the flea market, and the closet that never seemed big enough for everything.

She hesitated for longer than she would have liked but she her emotions were getting the best of her and she felt like her breath was caught and she couldn’t get enough air. She closed her eyes and willed her body to breath deeply as she calmed herself. She opened her eyes and took that first step into their bedroom.

Her sister had packed up most of her things a while back, but there was still some stuff left that had to be taken care of and she headed for the closet first.

She pulled the old doors open and as usual the right door stuck. She laughed to herself a bit as she yanked on the door to get it to open, he had planned to fix that but it never happened. After another moment or two of pulling on the door it gave way and she was somewhat surprised… there wasn’t as much left there as she thought.

There were some odd hangers, a pair of her sandals that she thought she’d misplaced, and several boxes. Ignoring the hangers as she grabbed her sandals to set them aside to take with her later, Becca decided to pull out all of the boxes and and go through them now instead of taking them with her when she moved.

Box after box, Becca sorted a lifetime of memories that she shared with her husband and managed to get through everything without breaking down.

Becca sighed a breath of relief when she finally made it to the last box. It seemed like she had been there forever as she looked out at the sun leaving streaks of colors across the sky as it set.

The last box was full of things that she had not seen in years and it brought a smile to her face as the tears threatened to fall. She pulled out the t shirts that she had carefully wrapped up so many years ago.

The his and her shirts that they made for their rehearsal dinner looked exactly as she remembered. The shirts were special to her because they represented the beginning of their lives together which some thought was odd that she didn’t think of her dress that way.

It was a great night that led to the most amazing weekend and life.