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
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…
the words and intent
angst flow now thru my fingertips
run away from my heart
I urge the poison placed
like acid there for nigh too long
killing who I had been
i air out my soul
i glimpse what I lost
now that I am
Today is an offering of fiction in a mere 55 words a la G-Man.
I continue my quest with other writers taking the a to z challenge this being the letter “K”
Her head showed a distinct indentation of hammer.
“She will live but she will never be able to use that arm again” the ER doc sighed with relief.
“Over my dead body …” she shouted
That was the last thing the nosy neighbor heard before she heard the chainsaw whir
“9-1-1 an accident is about to…”
I’ve been having chainsaw dreams ever since I borrowed my friend’s chainsaw to do some cleanup. So what better way to use 55 words for Friday Flash Fiction. Happy Spring cleaning to all and to Mr G who spring cleans on a Harley
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.
A day of reference in the Roman calendar like the Kalends or the Nones except in this case a day where one man is plagued by prophecy…
“What does a mere mortal know about life or death?” Julius grimaces
“He will believe he is safe with us. Let’s make his last moments memorable.” The best of the ’44 is poured.
Friday Flash Fiction (hosted each week by the G-Man) is a fun and challenging way to put your skill to the test by writing a story in 55 words. Happy Ides of March to one and all.
It had all gotten so old
conforming had never been my style
I liked self expression
using the broad brush to make my statement
they had pushed me too far
I am after all human
I squeezed into this box for too long
I am getting out of said box and creating a new me
Thank you to G-Man who each week gives us a place to come as ourselves. Happy 55 all!
Photograph – I wish I had someone to attribute to this photo as it was found in public domain