If it's December, it must be time for another round of Advent ghosts flash fiction. Thanks to Loren for hosting this again on his website. I always look forward to the latter part of the year when Loren hosts this annual event much like our mutual friend Eric Douglas hosts a Halloween fiction event on his website. I will resume my blog series on our recent Carnival Magic cruise after posting this blog, so all you "Big Sexy Flashers" have no fear.
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What's this "flash fiction" thing, you may ask? In my very humble opinion, think it's the most challenging type of fiction to write. Flash fiction, as it relates to this event, is a story of exactly 100 words, no more, no less (excluding title). Like last time, I prepared two short stories for your reading pleasure. So, stretch out on the couch in front of a roaring fireplace, grab your favorite holiday libation and enjoy my take on Advent Ghosts 2019.
Pearl couldn’t wait for Christmas this year. She was finally eligible to join the Silver Belles, a bell choir she’d heard of from the other residents. Membership to this all-female group was very exclusive, and only a few were invited each year.
Pearl’s neighbors spoke of those who got to attend the Christmas concerts but finding those who actually went were hard to find. Why was that? “Be patient,” she chided herself, “you’ll find out soon enough.”
“Mommy, Gramma Pearl looks like she’s smiling. And do you hear the bells?”
Sara looked into the coffin. “Yes, I hear them, too.”
“This is the best I can do. Take it or leave it.”
Caleb looked at the angel, and sighed. “I can see my kids during Christmas, right?”
“Yes, you can watch, but that’s all.”
“And after Christmas, can I still see them?”
“That depends on what they do. Who knows, you might get lucky.”
“OK, let’s do it, then.”
A flash of green light. Caleb found himself peering out of a helmet’s visor. He could see other gifts in his limited periphery.
What did you think? I sincerely hope you enjoyed reading them. As much of a challenge as it is to write these flash fiction stories, I enjoy the feeling of accomplishment when I'm done. I'd love to know your thoughts. Please leave me a comment in the section below and tell me what your thoughts.
I made it extra tough on myself this year, for a specific reason. I came up with the titles first, and developed the story to fit the title. Loren, I'm sure you'll figure out why.
Please be sure to check out the rest of the entries on Loren's website at the link I made at the start of this blog.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all!