A Holiday Wednesday Briefs

Okay, I admit, I’m a day late for the Fourth of July. Regardless, I wanted to write a flash that would coincide with the Fourth and with the Civil War Battle of Gettysburg. The prompt that I used for my story this week was “have a Civil War soldier in your story.” Remember, too, I was limited to 500-1000 words so there will be more to come. I hope you like the guys and the story!

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Friend or Foe?

by

Avery Dawes

Last week of June, 1863

Henry trudged down to the stream. Two empty buckets dangled from his calloused fingers. These hot, humid summer days would be the death of him. Despite the weather, chores on his farmette didn’t cease.

He crossed the last bit of farmland, taking a well-worn path through the trees to the stream. As he entered the shade, he breathed a sigh of relief. Henry dropped the buckets before he plopped on the ground. He shucked his shoes and socks then rolled up his pant legs. Sliding closer to the stream, he dangled his feet in the cool water. Ah, heaven!

 Closing his eyes, Henry lay back on the cool ground, his feet lazily kicking the cool water. He crossed his arms comfortably over his stomach. A short nap was in order. Mable and Marshall, his two horses, would survive until he returned with fresh water for their trough.

Sleep had nearly overtaken him when a rustling in the bushes startled him awake. Bolting upright, Henry jumped to his feet and waited. The noise came again, louder this time. The sound had come from off to his left. Henry tried to calm his racing heart. This was his land, after all, and whoever was out there was trespassing. “Announce yourself! Who’s there?”

His surprisingly forceful command was met by silence. Henry took a couple of steps toward the shrubs that lined the stream bank. A great crash broke the stillness, followed by muffled curses. “Gosh dern rocks! What’s with all these here briars?” Continue reading “A Holiday Wednesday Briefs”

Wednesday Briefs – The Newcomers

It’s Wednesday Briefs time and another look into quaint little Blue Crab Cove, Maryland. This time I used “tornado” as a prompt for the story. And yes, it falls nicely within the word count.

I hope you enjoy Officer Lindsey Anderson’s latest adventure!

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Photo courtesy of Kevin Mitnak

The Newcomers

by

Denise L. Wyant

Lighting cracked like a ringmaster’s whip, the strike much too close to my house. I couldn’t help but jump as the lights flickered. This was going to be a miserable evening for anything, but especially work. The rain pounded down in dense sheets. I knew I’d be drenched before I even got into my police car. My poor orange tabby, Murph, was hiding under my bed, wedged between boxes. That cat had the best ears of any feline I’d ever had. He ran for shelter at the first hint of a thunderstorm. With the way today’s storm raged outside, I’d rather be in hiding, too. At least I didn’t have to worry about a tornado. We didn’t get too many of them in Maryland.

Suck it up, Anderson. Police work—and crime—don’t stop just because of a bad storm. And, unfortunately, my sergeant wanted to meet with me promptly at three. No dilly-dallying around the house for me. Not today. Continue reading “Wednesday Briefs – The Newcomers”

Wednesday Briefs: I’m back!

It’s been such a long time since I’ve had the time and desire to write creatively. With grad school over for now, I’m getting back to flashing and Wednesday Briefs. Woohoo!

As a refresh, Wednesday brief stories are based on a prompt and must range from 500 to 1000 words. Several authors take part…be sure to check out the links to their stories.

My story this week is based on a picture of a road, shrouded in fog. I’d like to start writing a new novella based on the location and characters in this week’s story. I hope you like the peek into Blue Crab Cove, Maryland.

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Photo courtesy of Kevin Mitnak

Honoring Tradition 

(**Note: I wrote this story the weekend before Memorial Day so it’s just a bit late…please forgive me.)

My patrol car gleamed in the morning sunlight. I’d gotten up early to wash and polish every possible surface. Today, I was the lead car in Blue Crab Cove’s annual Memorial Day parade. This was an honor I didn’t take lightly. My father had served in the Navy prior to joining the Oregon State Police. Thinking of him, I paused in mid-swipe, allowing myself a short prayer. Dad had been killed in the line of duty almost five years ago. Holidays like these were still tough for me, but I was determined to pay my respects to all who’d served and paid the ultimate price.

“You ready to go, Lindsey?” My sergeant, Ken Wakefield, walked toward me. “The mayor just arrived. They want to kick things off soon.”

I scanned my car one last time— grateful for my sunglasses. I turned to face my sergeant. “Yep, I’m good.”

He clapped me lightly on the shoulder. “Your car looks great.” He paused, cleared his throat with meaning. “Your dad would be proud.”

I nodded. Tears pricked my eyes, and I didn’t trust my voice to come out sure and strong.

An obnoxious horn blared, interrupting the moment. Thank goodness. My sergeant rolled his eyes. “He sure has a way of making an entrance.” Continue reading “Wednesday Briefs: I’m back!”

Free Flash Fiction

My muse took a break from vacation to write a short flash fiction piece (it wasn’t allowed to be longer than 500 words). It’s based on 3 words: pizza, selfie, and corruption. You might even notice a shout-out to Grimm *wink* I hope you enjoy the story…maybe even have a laugh or two while reading it! Enjoy!

Meet the Candidate

by

Avery Dawes

“Dan, I don’t know why you’re being so stubborn about this,” Joe huffed. “The public loves you. Not even a hint of scandal in your past. Hell, you were volunteering at the homeless shelter when the Willis corruption case broke.”

Senator Dan Carlson closed his eyes. Have patience. Dan couldn’t risk his secret getting out. Once he announced his presidential bid, all bets would be off. His Maine constituents didn’t care what he did during the full moon, but the Washington media would love to know he and Grimm’s Monroe shared more than a love of watches. For now, how to explain it to his persistent best friend and advisor?

“The kids are too young for that kind of spotlight. Besides, the ex-wife will throw me under a bus the first chance she gets.”

“Fine.” Joe shook his head, “Come on, let’s hit Grover’s Alehouse. Maybe pizza and beer will change your mind.”  Continue reading “Free Flash Fiction”

Wednesday Briefs: Close Call

This week Avery is piggy-backing on a flash fiction piece she wrote on Monday. This week’s Wednesday Briefs piece is titled Close Call and features Daniel and Ian. If you read Swiss Delight, this story is set a couple of days after that one.

Don’t worry, we’ll catch-up with Det. Henry LaSalle and his nightmares soon, but this week we’ll be in Switzerland with the boys.

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Photo courtesy of Kevin Mitnak

The writing prompt in this story was the use of: Nature, First, and Wish. See if you can spot them in the story. Remember, too, the story has to be 500-1000 words.

Don’t forget to check out stories from the rest of this week’s Wednesday Briefs crew (you’ll find their links below).

Close Call

by

Avey Dawes

Daniel glanced at the clock before shutting down his computer. It was half past six. Technically his work day ended at five o’clock sharp. Swiss bankers were dedicated—at least in theory—so he’d agreed to stay late at his boss’s request. What a long ass day! He shook his head and donned his wool overcoat. Hopefully Ian would be in the mood to go for a beer tonight. Daniel was in desperate need of several.

The security guard nodded as Daniel pushed through the outer door and onto the bustling sidewalk of Route de Verbier Station. Lovely. His walk home would be filled with wealthy European skiers on holiday. With any luck, he could avoid being whacked by a pair of snow-covered skis.

He skillfully rounded a group of French women who were well on their way to inebriation. Taking in his coat, tie, and worn leather briefcase, they pointed and giggled, smiling flirtatiously. Not going to happen. You don’t have any parts that interest me. At least their bright parkas made them easy to spot—and avoid.

The crowds never relented as he turned onto Rue de Médran. Only a couple more blocks until I’m home. Not that Daniel enjoyed calling the shabby studio home. However, it was all he and Ian could afford in the pricey resort town.

When they’d spoken of moving to Switzerland, Daniel had envisioned a modest chalet on a green meadow, surrounded by nature and the bucolic sound of tolling cow bells. Ian, though, had other wishes. He liked being in the heart of the action—both skiing and nightlife. Daniel relented when Credit Suisse offered him a nice signing bonus. Between his salary and Ian’s, they could afford to live just outside Place Centrale. Continue reading “Wednesday Briefs: Close Call”

Wednesday Briefs: Touchdown

Avery is back with another flash fiction piece about Cam and Marcus. If you recall, around Thanksgiving, Cam had been blown off by his sort-of boyfriend back in the States. Marcus was a cute Argentine IT worker, who’d taken an interest in Cam.

Things are progressing between the two. See how Christmas vacation went in this edition.  And don’t let the title fool you…no football–or soccer–in this one! Once you’re done, check out the links at the bottom for the other Wednesday Briefers!

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Photo courtesy of Kevin Mitnak

Touchdown

by

Avery Dawes

The plane jerked before dropping several hundred feet in altitude. Cam awakened with a jolt. “Please, God…” He white-knuckled the armrests and squeezed his eyes shut tight as the plane continued its abrupt descent.

“We’ve hit a line of powerful thunderstorms.” The pilot’s voice sounded as shaky as Cam felt. “Remain seated and stay calm. We’re about a hundred miles from Buenos Aires. I’m afraid we’re in for a bumpy ride the remainder of the trip.”

“Lovely. That just figures. The only luck I’ve had of late is bad luck,” Cam muttered. He’d either been in the air or entertaining himself in airport lounges since Sunday evening. Burlington had been peaceful and serene when he left, a light blanket of pure white snow covering the ground. Now, he’d be landing in the middle of a strong storm. Nothing like going from winter to summer in a day…or was it two? That’s right, it’s the wee hours of Tuesday morning.

No way was he going to sleep through this. His heart thudded in his chest. Cam worried they might not survive this battle with Mother Nature. Good thing you skipped dinner in Bogota. Otherwise…yeah…not going there. If the ride got any wilder, he’d be dry heaving into that little bag. Growing up, Cam was the kid who feigned sickness to get out of a visit to the amusement park.
Continue reading “Wednesday Briefs: Touchdown”

Wednesday Briefs: Blessing in Disguise

It’s a Thanksgiving edition of Wednesday Briefs. Avery worked on a stand alone story just for the holiday. She hopes you enjoy the foreign setting in addition to Cam and Marcus. By the way, she’s been learning Spanish so hopefully her vocabulary is up-to-par in the story!

This week’s prompt was “mashed potatoes.” Trust her, it’s in the story! And, yes, her story comes in under 1,000 words.

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Blessing in Disguise

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Avery Dawes

Twas the day before Thanksgiving, and all was…well, normal, considering Argentinians didn’t celebrate the occasion. Just another working Wednesday.

Why haven’t I heard from Brett? Cam had spent the day checking his email in between meetings, hoping for a message from his sort-of boyfriend back in the States. He’d tried to reach him last night, but no luck. Brett’s flight was due to arrive in Buenos Aires later today. Maybe his cell phone was dead or didn’t have service? Or maybe something worse…like Brett wasn’t coming. Cam felt like a fool, dreaming about spending a cozy long weekend, trying to cement their crumbling relationship.

Cam dropped his head into his hands. “Should’ve known better,” he mumbled Ever since he’d been assigned abroad, Brett had been pulling away. Cam hadn’t wanted to acknowledge it, but the generic break-up email shouldn’t have been a surprise. “Asshole,” he muttered, “at least he could’ve called.”

A knock sounded on his door. “Cam, do you have a minute?” Continue reading “Wednesday Briefs: Blessing in Disguise”

Wednesday Briefs: Bear to Bear, Chapter 2

This week it’s back to Trooper Jared Kingsley and the shapeshifter he managed to hit. Are you reading for the next chapter?? Avery sure hopes so!

This week’s prompt was “Just hold me, please.” I don’t think you’ll have too much trouble spotting it. And, yes, my flash comes in below the 1000 word limit. Yay!

Without further delay…

Photo courtesy of Kevin Mitnak
Photo courtesy of Kevin Mitnak

Bear to Bear, Chapter 2

by

Avery Dawes

Coal Carter groaned long and low as his mind slowly returned to consciousness. He lay there—wherever there might be—eyes closed, not wanting to face the drama which awaited him.

Last thing he remembered was being chased by a mountain lion. Normally, whenever he ran across a big cat, they avoided each other. This time, though, the female lion was pissed about something and decided to take her aggravation out on Coal—in his bear form. Damn women.

Rain splashed against his naked body, rousing him further. Guess I’m back in human form. But what’s with all this pain?

“What in the hell…” an unknown tenor voice asked. “Fuck…how am I supposed to call this in?”

Footsteps sounded close to Coal’s head.

He cracked his eyelids. After a moment he was able to take in the sight of wet pavement and black boots. His eyes followed those boots to dark green trousers, fitted snuggly against muscular thighs. Quit checking him out! Tilting his head, his eyes continued their journey. Skip the package, Coal, now’s not the time. Gun belt with an empty holster. Rut roh. He checked the man’s hands. Yep, there it was—a pistol gripped securely in the man’s left hand. Continue reading “Wednesday Briefs: Bear to Bear, Chapter 2”

Monday Flash Fiction: The Mural

Yay! Avery is back to participate in this week’s Monday Flash Fiction. Remember the flash is based on a picture, and the flash is supposed to be 500 words or less. Avery’s flash came in at 499 words. Woot woot! Thanks, Julie, for the editing help. *hugs*

So I don’t forget, here’s a link to the Monday Flash Group. Feel free to check out the other stories!

Now for the picture:LGBT_Life Gets Better

I want to give credit…the picture is from the Facebook site LGBT: Life Gets Better Together

Now, Avery’s story.

The Mural

I sprinted for the safety of my car. The little old Honda chugged along at best, but had been my refuge on more than one occasion. I locked the doors and breathed a short sigh. At least my asshole father only assaulted me with words, not his fists.

This wasn’t the first time we’d had issues. Thank goodness for Mom. She did her best to keep Dad in check—she was the reason I wasn’t homeless. When she was at work, however, I was at his mercy. This morning was one of those times.

I bit my lip to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. I fought to still my trembling hands as I retrieved my cell. I had to call Dan. Needed to hear his strong, soothing voice. Continue reading “Monday Flash Fiction: The Mural”

Wednesday Briefs: Hearth & Heart

Avery is back for this edition of Wednesday Briefs! I hope you’re ready for some medieval flash fiction. Right now, the story is a standalone piece, but if she get’s motivated, it has the potential to turn into more.

Remember these flashes must be 500 to 1000 words. Additionally, they are to be based on a prompt. Avery used a picture prompt this week.

Hope you enjoy the story!

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Hearth & Heart

by Avery Dawes

Desiring to reach Castle Wellington before dark, I pushed my horse harder, despite the fact we’d been riding since break of day. With winter’s approach, the sun now set earlier, and I doubted we’d succeed. I had to get back and see my love, my cherished Rowan. I strained my ear, listening for the sound of waves crashing on jagged rocks that would signal we were home.

Alas, nothing yet. I slowed Fury, my brilliant black destrier, and motioned my squire forward.

I knew Rowan would be worried. The man constantly fretted. He had utmost confidence in my skills, but he’d lost his family at a young age. To make matters worse, I had no doubt the tales of our last battle had already reached the castle. I needed to reassure him that I was of good health, not to mention I couldn’t wait to hold his lithe body in my arms again or taste his sweet lips against mine.

“William, ride ahead. Instruct the guards to keep the drawbridge down, and the portcullis raised as well—”

“Of course, my lord, as you wish,” William replied, winded. Continue reading “Wednesday Briefs: Hearth & Heart”