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Flash Fiction: The Don’s Move

Don Pazta stared at me triumphantly.

“You’ve done it. Don Peeza is dead. Now his territory belongs to us. Well done.”
I smiled at the old man while gingerly sipping on my glass of wine. Don Peeza’s half eaten apple lay on the plate, next to his resting head. Don Pazta giddily got up from his seat and did a small jig.
“Tell me though. How did you know he would pick that apple from the basket?”
I grinned at the old don.
“I didn’t.”

Don Pazta glanced towards the half-eaten apple on his own plate, before keeling over…

Word Count: 99

Prompt:

Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge 8th August 2019

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Flash Fiction: No Tresspassing

This wasn’t a place I wanted to be in.

The writing on the wall was literal and figurative – No Tresspassing. Everyone in town knew that these folks meant it. No one dared venture into territory controlled by the Videlli Family. They were unsavory characters and had dealings in all things illegal. However, here I was, looking for my Dalmation, Onyx. He had wandered off into these streets, chasing some stray. After sneaking around for fifteen minutes, I found Onyx snuggling with that stray. Only, that stray was wearing a tag that read Videlli.

It figured. Onyx was into bad girls…

Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers, 9th August 2019

Twittering Tale: Their Culture

“Oh God! Are we really going there?”
Yup.
“You realise they are uneducated tribals right?”
Yes. Very little is known about them. We can learn and share their culture with the world.
*2 hours later*
“Is keeping us locked in cages a part of their culture?!”
So is cannibalism, I’m sure…

Character Count: 28

Prompt:

Twittering Tales #148 – August 6, 2019

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Flash Fiction: Seaplane

It was their first time in a seaplane.

The Theeves excitedly looked out of the windows as they sped along the coastline. They ooohed and aaahed at the natural beauty of the views. It was turning out to be their best trip and getting the seaplane now looked like a brilliant idea. As they landed, Mr. Theeve turned to his wife.
“Well, wasn’t that fun?”
She smiled and nodded.
“Yes, darling. It was the best.”
Mr. Theeve kissed his wife.
“Now, we need to get rid of this plane, before they track us down and jail us for stealing it…”

Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 2nd August 2019
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Flash Fiction: Monochrome

Monochromes. That was the name given to us.

It was more of a label than a name, because names were reserved for humans. We were just animals in a cage. The regular humans casted us out from the society and gave us our separate quarters. We were not allowed to interact with the regulars lest we steal their colours. If only they understood that we never chose to be this way. We never wished for a colourless life. It is my dream to become a regular human, even if for one day.

Just once, to live a normal day…

Word Count: 99

Prompts:

July 25: Flash Fiction Challenge

Foto Flash Fiction Challenge: Jul 26 2019

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