Word Count?

In it’s latest “enhancement,” WordPress has removed word count lookup. Since many flash fiction challenges have word limitations, not having this feature makes this platform less desirable.

Please, PLEASE stop removing useful features in order to add more “hip” features, most of which I’ll never use.


Walk Away

PHOTO PROMPT © Starsinclayjars

“Your appointment’s in three days,” she reminded him. “Don’t you think –“

“that he wants me to continue paying for rehab?” He ripped the Velcro straps circling his walking boot. “No pain in two weeks. I refuse to be an ATM.” He slid the boot off his foot, replacing it with a Croc from his backpack, before setting the book in the brush next to the sidewalk.

“You shouldn’t risk re-injuring yourself,” she demanded. “And… you’re not leaving it there, are you?”

“Time to walk away,” he said without looking back. “Time for that damn thing to be somebody else’s problem.”

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction challenge.

Unavoidable Reality

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Only 32, she already had a retiree’s weariness. A well-paying but uninspiring job, series of failed romances, family both physically and emotionally distant.

She disliked turning lights on within her house in the morning, as artificial illumination violated the comfort of sunrise. This wasn’t an issue eight months of the year, but the darkness of November’s reality was unavoidable.

Navigating the kitchen cupboards was difficult this Friday morning; she’d have to relent next Monday. She sat with coffee and stared out at the reluctant dawn. She’d have to leave in five minutes, but could allow herself to enjoy this moment.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction challenge.

Small Victory


He’d been told free parking in the city was impossible to find, but the municipal garages were expensive. After dropping off his companion at the street fair entrance he decided to explore for a few blocks. When he saw a car enter the street from an alley, he drove with hawkspeed.

Surprisingly, there were several open and legal spots available in the alley. He parked his rental behind a jalopy, its frame decades out of fashion and covered with vibrant green paint.

Less than a block from the fair. He exited and locked his car, pleased at his small victory.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction challenge.