Saturday, August 4

Friday Flash Fiction


Every Monday Dottie over at Tink's Place posts a picture and on Friday we share a story to go along with the picture. The story has to be about 350 or so words.

Hello everyone! I know I'm a day late, but oh well. ^.^ Hope your weekends go swimmingly well! 

Okay, I will apologize here and now...I do apologize for this story. I wasn't 100% sure on how to end it, so I just...ended it.  Perhaps another picture will inspire more of a conclusion. The reader side of me is spitting and cursing me, but the writer side of me is huzzahing me being eviiiiiiil. I will say this though, this girl's story has been running through my head lately. Not this part of course, but later events. Perhaps one day I'll actually write down the rest of her story. I also must say...I didn't really get a chance to edit it, so don't mind some mistakes and whatnot. Enjoy!


Rediscovery
by: CaroleRae



The past is the past, but does that mean we should just forget about it? My mother told me to leave the past alone, but it haunted me. Why didn't haunt her? I hate to venture and say that I care more about my ancestors then she does. But I feel its true. I feel like she's hates our people in some odd way. She left them for my very Irish father and moved from them. She rarely talks to her father and I've only met them once and I was about 8 or 10 or something. 

I sighed as these thoughts swam in my head. I rarely ever hiked or had anything to do with nature around me lately.  Sad, I know, life sometimes gets in the way of pleasure. I pulled myself up on my rock and looked to the setting sun. I could feel my blood rushing at the sight of a flight of black birds flying towards me. I didn't have to have anyone tell me, but these black birds are my totem pole. You could also call the black bird my spirit animal. I smiled as they flew by like I wasn't there. I could feel my spirit flying with them. 

My phone vibrated inside my boot. Grandpa actually sent these to me a couple years back. I took a deep breathe and grabbed my phone and answered, "Hello?"

"It's Mom." I know, I can read, but I just say a polite greeting, "We're going to be late for dinner! This dinner is important to your father, you know."

"Yeaaah. I'm coming." 

"Then hurry up missy." She hangs up. 

"Love you too." I added sarcastically to the already ended phone call. Of course I loved my parents. I love them with every fiber of my being, but freedom is what I needed. I almost have enough money to move out. 

Pulling myself up, I brushed off my white dress. I grabbed my heels and ran off towards home. After a few minutes of running, I finally reached the house. Ma and Da were already in the car waiting. Da smiled and waved, "C'mon darling! I donna want to be late." 

I smile and open the car door and lock myself in. Mother looks back at me and glares at my boots, "Really? Take off those ugly things and put on your heels."

I sigh, "I was planning on it, Ma." I rip off my butts and slip on the dreaded heels. The heels are a horrible 3 inches high. I wish I was tall so I would have to wear flats, so I didn't hover over everyone. 

"We ready to go ladies?" Da asked with a smile.

We both smile and nod. This moment Da has been waiting for this promotion for the longest time. He really did deserve this and I couldn't be happier for him. Throughout my entire childhood, Da had worked endlessly for that business. Now he was being made side-kick to the head guy. I looked out the window at the trees rushing by and gradually thinning to houses and other man-made things. With a stomp on the breaks, my Da stops at a redlight. 

Him and Ma are loudly singing to some Aerosmith song. Don't get me wrong, I do appreciate Aerosmith, but my parents simply ruin the song with their "singing" as they would call it. I chuckle and say, "You guys are horrible singer, but I lo---" The car jerks and I slam forward along with car. The sound of metal on metal vibrates in my ears and I feel the car slip past the red light line into incoming traffic. Everything moves to quickly for my eyes to catch, but the next thing I hear is my mother screaming as lights from the left come hurdling towards us. I then black out..........

It only seemed like a few minutes when I wake up and look around the sunny room. Why am I here? Suddenly the memory of Ma screaming and the bright car light shocks me to reality. Where is my family? I begin to hyperventilate. My heart rate machine begins to reach such highs that an alarm goes off and a nurse runs in and demands, "Calm down, Miss O'Carroll!" 

Tears had been running down my face, but I didn't notice until she wiped away my tears and smiled. I ask with a shaky voice, "Where are my parents? Where is my family?" 


8 comments:

Susan Francino said...

Flash fiction is such a good exercise. I really have to be in the mood to write it, though. I was already starting to care about the protagonist here, which is great. :)

Carole Rae said...

I love Flash Fiction...I'm not the greatest writer, but it does get the creative juices flowing and helps your writing skills. :) Awww thanks. I really adore her. I still don't have a name for her yet.

Blodeuedd said...

Oh no, what happened, I do not want to now :/

Carole Rae said...

Silence is all I can offer. lol

carol said...

Poor girl. Poor girl, I wonder where she goes from here.

Carole Rae said...

Yeah....perhaps I'll continue the rest of her story sometime in the future even if it isn't because of FFF Thanks for stopping by Carol!

Melissa (My World...in words and pages) said...

Oh man, you have to go on in the hospital with her. I want to know what happened to her family.

Carole Rae said...

Perhaps I shall. :3