Day: November 9, 2016

Posted in Flash Fiction, Writing

My Love

Posted on by R.M. Carlson

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“How could anyone ever tire of France, Patrick?” Rebecca asked as she looked out the window at the beautiful tiled roof just outside.

“I don’t know, Sweetie. I always wanted to come back to Paris with you,” Patrick said.

“This may be the last time, Patrick.”

“I know,” he said, as he reached into his luggage and handed her a beautiful Hermes scarf. Rebecca’s breath caught in her throat and she looked at Patrick. “What have you done?”

“I’m giving you something to remember me by. You are my love.” #amwriting #amblogging #writing #FridayFictioneers

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Posted in Fiction, Flash Fiction

The Chess Master

Posted on by R.M. Carlson

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The boy ran toward the old man. The mother tried to stop him but couldn’t.

He flopped down in the chair across from the man. “You’re nothing but an old man. I can beat you at chess any day,” the boy sneered.

“Nelson!” cried his mother. “Apologize right now.” Nelson didn’t apologize. He just started playing chess.

The old man shrugged his shoulders and in just a couple of minutes, the game seemed to be over. Nelson had cleared the board.

The old man saw something Nelson didn’t. He started to grab the chess pieces, his hand hovering over them, but quickly drew it back. He had decided to give the boy the game. He seemed to need it badly.

“Checkmate, you stupid old man,” Nelson said.

The old man reconsidered his decision. He picked up the chess pieces and dropped them on the boy’s side of the board.

“Learn to respect your elders, son.” #amwriting #amblogging #writing #FFfAW

 

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