I didn’t realize there was a world race for the discovery which my colleagues and I had spent the better part of our lifetime researching.
Yes there could be money, recognition…
but that is not why
Does a singer have to sing?
an artist sculpt or paint?
We had to discover
we were so close…
My world as a child was the think tank of Stanford University. My mind filled with science. While most kids were putting together Tinker Toys, I was studying bones (really old bones.) I got my break – the opportunity to work in medical research starting at the age of 13 (they kinda fudged on my age.) I saw and learned much. Scientific discoveries seemed to be made every day…
This is a flash fiction for my friend Galen aka Mr Know it All who has been in the hospital. Get well soon G-man.
and this is “W” for the wrap up week of the A to Z challenge.
Photography: Public Domain picture of Rodin’s sculpture “The Burghers of Calais “in front of the Stanford Quad
Scientific discovery one of the final frontiers. Many an idea has been birthed in the halls of academia
The note was cryptic all it said was:” meet me at the quad.”
“The Quad” I mused where so many discussions had taken place.
As scientists, we had seen the world through a different aperature
viewed things few would ever see…
“Who is it I am to meet?” I stood looking at a name in stone.
The Stanford Quad is an historic place for myself and many others. If your know anything about Stanford University as an institute for higher learning it was ( and is ) the place where rules were broken and new discoveries emerged. I am going to break a rule and extend this story into next Friday Flash Fiction 55. Please forgive me this one time Mr G.
I am also submitting this piece to the month long A to Z challenge that I am part of. Today’s challenge was “Q” and coming up with a Q was a challenge…
My dream had always been to sail around the world but not like…
A storm was raging
Screaming for help pointless
stomach filled with salt water
no control of the helm
is this all?
I had sailed to the end of the world
weekly I participate in a flash fiction in 55 words. I have enjoyed the challenge and I believe my writing is better (at least more succint). G-Man is the host of this meme ck it out here.
You never know what may turn up in a basement…
I was days before my proposal for the multimillion dollar grant
I always cleaned to calm jangling nerves
So I went to the basement of the place I was subletting from a friend
Surprising a med student had time to organize
A box toppled cascading bones everywhere
No wonder he was top of his class
I realized this 55 would be a great prequel to my last week’s 55. Who knows what will fall or be tagged next Friday ( hopefully only fiction )
Thanks to G-Man who weekly keeps the masses entertained and hosts an excellent site for Friday Flash Fictioners
I accessed the photo from Stock Photography
Where does life go when it has not hope and no dreams? Too often suicide
It hung limply
collar-bone unnaturally protruded
sockets where lights had beamed
dangled with no spark
fingers that had grasped another’s in trust
Clear notes like fine crystal
hopes of Opera
smoky bars and sleazy dumps
croaking semblance of sound
DOA the tag on her toe hung from under a cold lifeless sheet
Flash Fiction certainly isnt DOA as it is in the capable hands of the host G-Man. Who tho on the road manages 55 words none-the-less
It looked back at me
from an earlier time
Who is she?
The lips curled in a familiar smile
It was not so long ago
that we shared this face
come on a journey
with your fingers trace
Little ones holding hands
laughter filling the air
never put away
the love that you freely shared
This was a practice piece for a portrait my mother did of my son and I.
Memories fill the air when you look back on the past and who you once were.
Thanks to G-Man for hosting yet another week of Flash Fiction where the only thing that gets between you and a masterpiece is the number of words you are allotted. Happy Friday!
***To those of you who are faithful friends and writers – please forgive my absence over the past several months. I am in the midst of a major change. I am enjoying the life of a transient and though my writing abounds my time when a computer is available does not.
There they were peeking out from under the green foliage
red against the green so distinct
a little worn but they reminded me of my youth ( laying things here and there)
then your smile joined mine for a moment
your white hair and wrinkles were no disguise for the young heart hidden in the garden
Once again ~ Flash Fiction in 55 words – always a challenge no kinder host will you find in G-Man!
For those of you who regularly visit my site please forgive me for being remiss on my blogsite. I am the throws of publishing and along with that am part of the Kindle Book Review team oh and am gathering speed for my thesis so I am swamped to say the least….
Thanks to Rachel Cowen for the photo of the Red Slippers http://www.flickr.com/photos/curlsdiva/6115881833/
Flash Fiction is always a fun way to express yourself in a few words – 55 to be exact.
…She said her beautiful white fangs that glistened in contrast to her black cape.
“It won’t hurt much. I need a few drops, a small sample.”
“Put me out of my misery” I screamed as they tied me down, prepared the concoction, drawing the syringe back
this will be the end…
( Today I had a root canal; I would have done anything to relieve the pain – well almost)
thanks to G-Man for hosting yet another episode of Friday Flash Fiction
Where is your world? Some live by the river… the continuum birth to death happens there.
You are the source of life for our people.
We gather here as one people, purify, make offerings… burn our dead
send little lights on ripples hoping they will magnify into blessings
waves with no answers return
brown filth flows to our shore
from which our children drink deep
this is the life of the river…
thanks to G-Man the host of the weekly 55 Friday Flash Fiction
photo attribution: http://www.allmyanmar.com/Irrawaddy.htm
Flash Fiction a la Oz? maybe Kansas… Dorothy has grown up issues and without a wizard must take matters into her own hands…
The heel clicking worked perfectly to get me home (via cab)
I didn’t plan on guests however.
What does a girl with red shoes do with a…
squeaky man of tin
messy straw man?
When all else fails throw the red shoes off , replace with: black shoes, black hat and a maniacle cackle.
Photography courtesy of Moondustwriter ~”Red Shoes” copyright 2011
Thanks to G-Man for the weekly fun and challenge of writing a tight write in 55. Go see for yourself and join the challenge.