The Grey Squirrel ~ #FFFC #Shortstory

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #162

The photograph is from Anita Creations at

For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of a woman with a pensive expression on her face as she sits upon a large, mossy rock deep inside a forest.

She was starving and very cold.

Her feet hurt, bleeding in several places from stumbling on the sharp stones scattered about in the woods. She didn’t know why she ran to this place every time her life became too hard to bear.

There were no answers here; she knew that. No help either. Just the soul-shattering proof that she really was lost and far beyond help.

She had been here so many times, always ending up feeling far more alone than ever. She strained her ears, hoping to hear a bird song or the stealthy movements of a passing creature, but there was nothing.

Maybe today, there would be a breath of wind to move the branches above her head, letting her know the world was still out there.

But this place seemed as dead as her soul.

As she stared at a large oak, the fallen leaves around the base of the tree began to move. So, something did live here, or were they merely visiting, like she was?

A small grey squirrel appeared as she watched, his tiny hands clamped around an acorn. He suddenly stopped, his fluffy tail twitching. He wasn’t looking in her direction. Did he know she was watching him?

He slowly turned his head and stared at her. His dark, beady eyes seemed to twinkle, and she wondered what he thought of her. He slowly nodded his head as if he heard the question, possibly acknowledging another lonely soul?

This thought caused her to look away in shame, and when she looked back, the squirrel had gone. That was when she realised he wasn’t lonely. He had a purpose.

Something she needed to find…


#FFFC ~ #Poetry

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #135

The image is from

One door holds your perfect future

How long will you stand, thinking about it?

Would you rush in where angels fear to tread?

© Anita Dawes 2021

#FFFC ~ Heads ~ #Poetry

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #134

The photo is from Pinterest.

For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of woman sitting on a chair in front of a bathroom sink and putting on a head on top of her body.

Wurzel Gummidge comes to mind
That loveable scarecrow
Reminding me of the many heads
We all must swap on a daily basis
Thank God for head number two
Or I would not remember my name
This changes from moment to moment
There are times when I’m doing a job
And it all goes belly up
This tells me I am wearing the wrong head for the job
Where would we be without our multi-facetted minds?

© Anita Dawes 2021

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge…

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #131

The painting is from Leonid Afremov at DeviantArt.

For the visually challenged writer, the painting is of a woman walking her dog in the park on a rainy autumn day.

Queen of the Castle

Behind the castle windows they watch
Hoping she turns, walks back
leave the path where the autumn colours melt
The wet river-like path dry under her parasol
Her tiny dog in danger of being washed away.
Wishing he had never left the warm castle walls
She didn’t bring his bone
Where will she find lunch out here in the rain
That melts everything in front of you.
For my sake, turn back
Believe him when he says he loves you
That the ghosts will not harm you
Let him place that ring on your finger
Be the queen to his King of the castle
There is a happy ever after…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#FFFC ~ #Poetry

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #125

The photo is from Jarmoluk at

Can you wrap your body
In another man’s shadow?
Walk in his footsteps,
Eventually taking over his life.
Can you walk through London,
New York, Tokyo, Moscow?
Wondering what to do
with the fourteen minutes to the hour
that they have in common.
What can you find out about yourself
In such short a time?
Does the completed hour
Connect them in some unknown way?
London would be ten o clock
New York five o clock
Tokyo seven o clock
Moscow one o clock
On the surface, it would appear not.
Still, I wonder about the fourteen minutes
between each city…

© Anita Dawes 2021

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 #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 @

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.

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