Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge ~#FFFC

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #117

For the visually challenged writer, the image shows a man riding a bicycle on a bridge and there are tall buildings that are partially or mostly obscured by thick clouds reaching down to the ground.

The image is from MilosCreativeArt at DeviantArt.

Growing wild, running through cornfields
Gran said my feet were on the ground,
My head up in the clouds
Lying in a field one day,
I wondered how that would feel.
The warm earth pulled me into a dream,
Where I lived in a city in the clouds
I tried telling myself to wake up.
I was dying to tell gran how it feels
Inside the cloud. It felt amazing.
I need to let her know there is no problem
Having your head among the clouds
Please wake up. I pinch myself
To burst the dream like a balloon
I guess gran was right
My head was in the clouds
Now my feet have joined it there
I hear myself screaming now
Please, wake up!

© Anita Dawes 2021

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #FFFC

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #116

The image is from agevla77 at DeviantArt.

For the visually challenged writer, the image shows a man dressed as a clown with a sad expression walking outside in a wintry storm.

His sad, painted face
The only colour in a snow-covered field
He shines out, like a strange fallen star
Calling out for help
Running from the circus
From his cruel ring master
Joey’s only wish is to find a place to call home
To wash his face clean
To let his heart love and be loved
He has run many times, washed his face
Only for the paint to return
Leaving him with only the circus to call home
Where he remembers selling his soul to be…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #FFFC #Poetry

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #114

The image is from Pixabay.

Through the round pane of glass
My many pasts circle around.
We can haunt your mind when we please.
I hear the echo of those spoken words.
I see the hurt, the great loves that live on
A shadow behind me, unseen in need of healing
For the future to step lightly
For life to be free of karma
Will I remember when I leave this ancient place?
To walk with care through this new life
To leave no hurt, no broken hearts
Is it that simple, to grow closer to the source?
To leave this spinning world
To walk with the masters…

© Anita Dawes 2021

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Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #112

The image is from the Google Photo Frame.

For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows two sets of parallel railroad tracks heading toward a pedestrian walkway that crosses over the tracks.

Scoop out a large plot of land

Lay down your iron tracks

The journey planned through forest green

Birds song on wire above

Do you notice the time shift as you slide under the bridge?

The slight curve that shifts your body to the right.

The colour change as your carriage

emerges from under the bridge.

The sound around you more audible. Sharp, clear

The green outside bright, as if newly washed

Your fellow passengers relaxed, smiling.

A feeling of being blessed, almost immortal,

having been dipped in the River Styx

only without the Achilles heel

If you wish to become a demigod,

Then take the 139 at 8pm,

walk with our ancient heroes

That shaped the land…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #110

The image is from RHADS at DeviantArt.

For the visually challenged writer, the image shows a pole on top of which are surveillance cameras pointed in every direction, a Do Not Enter road symbol, and a sign with a drawing of a brain. In the distance are smokestacks spewing gray smoke into the atmosphere.

To all fools that enter here

Deposit your brain at the door!

Once inside, you will no longer know how to use it…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #FFFC #Poetry

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #108

The image is from Ba Tik @ Pexels.com.

For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of a young couple sitting on a bed drinking coffee together and the young woman is whispering something young man’s ear.

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On a spare bed, we made ourselves
With more cups of coffee than we need
I would freeze the moment forever
Because of her whisper that now lives in my heart
Each word a precious jewel I never thought I would hear
She loves me. Is it the beautiful bed we made
Or the sweet coffee that binds her to my side
I do not need an answer
The magic has been made…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge ~ #Poetry ~ #FFFC

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #107

The image is from Pixabay.com.

For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of a human skull placed on top of an old book. To the left is an hourglass and to the right is a single smoldering candle in a glass candleholder.

Time has taken its toll on book and soul.
The candle has gone out
The egg timer no longer flows
The devil called with death on its tail
Its quota must be met.
Those dodgers of time must be caught
They’re messing with the universal vibration
Their presence is abhorrent
They make no attempt to cloak their actions
Their aliveness
A slap in the face of the universal plan
Each story must be told as written
The hole in the net must be mended
For death to breathe a sigh of relief
For he too can die again…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Flash Fiction Challenge … #FFFC

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #105

The image is from aw-landscapes at DeviantArt.com.

Snow filled wonderland.
A painting that only winter can play out.
Tiptoe your way through.
Will you find Narnia, stay awhile?
Meet the wild unicorns.
Carefully navigate your way
Through the crisp snow lace patterns
That shift and change, turning darker.
Menacing sounds from behind you
Do not turn your head.
Do not look back, no pillar of salt here.
Keep walking, find the light.
Where the snow is starting to melt
Into pools of water, reflecting moving clouds.
Bird song, sweet sound of normal life ahead
Ignoring the warning whisper in your mind
That nothing is what it seems
In the strange woodland
Did you walk on, or turn around?
See what should not have been seen?
I pray you did not, for if you did.
The woodland spirits would not let you go…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#FFFC ~ Dreaming ~ #Poetry

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #103

The image is from Tim Grundtner at Pexels.com.

I am lifted by gentle hands.
Carried to the attic.
There, they turn spiteful,
throwing me into the air
I wait for my body to hit
the dark attic floor.
 No thump came to wake me.
I am suspended.
A puppet with no strings
I feel hands stroke my hair.
I see time moving.
Outside the small window
A whispered voice close to my ear
Not all things go bump in the night.
I do not panic, believing I will wake soon.
Better than thinking I am a plaything
For an invisible force…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#FFFC #Poetry Challenge

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #102

The image is from Marius Venter at Pexels.com.

Having climbed so high above the world
I sit among the clouds.
wondering how the hell I’m going to get down.
After lunch, I will give it more thought.
The air is thin, slowing my mind.
Peace, silent moments fill my being.


He knows nothing of the stone dragon
Slowly approaching from behind
With dragon thoughts of an early lunch
Can our intrepid climber swing beneath the ledge?
Get away to climb another day…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Did you spot the dragon, creeping up on the rocks above the sitter?