tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961445666519156260.post7591633080607724435..comments2024-03-28T06:13:46.092-05:00Comments on Operation Awesome: Flash Fiction Contest #32Dena Pawlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14444683810125395220noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961445666519156260.post-10926910312634275242017-07-01T09:01:08.259-05:002017-07-01T09:01:08.259-05:00Have a happy fourth of July. ☺Have a happy fourth of July. ☺Sandeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06785788498697004273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961445666519156260.post-33455184691866411582017-06-30T13:51:28.167-05:002017-06-30T13:51:28.167-05:00I bury my head in my mom’s body avoiding the finge...I bury my head in my mom’s body avoiding the fingers.<br />“Fiery, be brave. You’re almost up.”<br />“I don’t want to. Let me stay with you.”<br />She clears her throat. “You can’t. We’re all preparing to go. And the smallest are first.”<br />“I’m scared.” My body and hair jiggle.<br />“This is what we were made for.” Her body touches mine. “It’ll be fine.”<br />My voice rises two decibels, “It won’t. We’re about to die.”<br />She frowns. “We give mini-thrills, so step up, Firecracker.”<br />The fingers reach for me, holding me tight, before the excruciating heat consumes me.<br />Pop!<br />I’m dying...<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15474705801064540355noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961445666519156260.post-71064060007577131802017-06-30T13:04:23.463-05:002017-06-30T13:04:23.463-05:00Mom pulls her car up the long driveway. Sitting ne...Mom pulls her car up the long driveway. Sitting next to her, I grip the door handle, bouncing on the seat like I’m five years old again. <br /> <br />“Ready?” Mom asks. <br /><br />“Yeah, I can’t believe he’s ours.” <br /><br />Mom always said once I was older, more responsible, I could have a dog. I turned twelve last month, so I guess I’m responsible. <br /><br />Mom cuts the engine. I push the door open, jump out and race into the SPCA. His distinctive howl rings through the hallway and I race into the kennel area. My face lights up. <br /><br />“Firecracker!” I yell. “You’re going home.”<br />Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18326967293255809577noreply@blogger.com