The train fumed angry hissing steam as it slowed to a squeaking stop.
From the carriage, Madrilène scanned the busy platform. What are the chances of seeing him in a city swollen with people?
Then, she felt a burning sensation on her cheek.
There stood Ben, with a drooping cigarette on his lips and open newspapers in his hands.
She froze and felt her heart race.
“Hello, Hon.” Michael had returned with their coffee.
She greeted him with a sweet smile, sweeter than usual. As Michael settled, she casually turned towards the platform.
Ben nodded and stepped back.
———— Copyright @ Eric Alagan ————
Have not written flash fiction in ages. Last Saturday, I read Janna TWrites (click on the link) and decided to dust off the cob webs and try my hand.
Do pay Janna’s blog a visit – I love especially her flash fiction.
Flash fiction abounds,
Appearing in a great blog,
Eric is the man!
Well now – that’s cool, Ron
You’re the man too for the weekly dose of humorous forecasts – daren’t start the week without them 🙂
Thank you, my friend. Have a great week, if you can, after this weeks prognostications. LOL
Smashing flash, Eric. And I must say, I like the changed photo of you – lovely to see your smile 🙂
Thank you, Polly
Thank you again – that photo was taken in January 🙂
I love flash fictions! And it’s good to read another one from you, my esteemed friend.
I’m curious about what Ben might do next. Though I wonder how he knew that Madeleine would on that train. I’m also keen on Michael. Was this meeting some plan for a larger set-up?
I’ve missed reading a lot of your works. But it’s something I’ve to do because I love the vigour your writing style reflects.
Blessings. I will read your archives when I return again. I want to know where Tara’s on her mission in Africa.
Hello Uzo, my friend,
You’ve dropped off Blogsville and very happy to see you return.
My good friend, Paul Grignon, posted several continuation episodes (all 100 words) and you can check them out here > http://paulgrignon.wordpress.com/
Take your time buddy and catch up – my blog is not going anywhere 🙂
I pray and hope that all is well with you,
P/s I wonder whether you plan to continue We Are Not Cursed
Yes, Eric. The story continues and I am glad you are still keen on reading the rest of it. I will resume posting episodes of it from Tuesday, next week. .
I’ve not been able to blog because of family matters alongside other engagements. But I’m a lot freer now.
Thanks for the link to Paul’s blog. I’ll definitely go into it.
I didn’t even know about this writing exercise. but really enjoyed reading it. I am just a teller of tales , but I do love reading a writer’s writing !
I used to run 55-word and 33-word flash fiction invites but discontinued these due to time constraints. Interestingly, I was thinking of restarting these next week.
Stay tuned 🙂
Brilliantly conveyed in a few words and I love that you haven’t lost your naughty touch my lovely buddy! 🙂 Xxx
Thank you, Jane dear
What I realised writing flash fiction is – it’s actually quite easy to hold readers’interest.
Now, getting someone to remain invested over the length of a full novel – many baulk before starting the journey. This compels authors to pull out all the stops and more.
Many thanks for the compliment 🙂
Luv and hugz,
The mystery and the tension lies in everything that is left unsaid! Nicely done Eric!!
Yes, Madhu – the door opens to many paths and each harbours its own story of love, faithfulness, betrayal, joy and sorrow.
My friend, Paul Grignon, actually posted several follow on episodes on his blog. Marvellous little reads.
All good wishes,
Yes indeed, ceramic is a better choice. I have since changed it to porcelain. But I thank you for pointing out the bygone era.
I enjoyed your post so much I continued the story line on my blog, and have encouraged others to visit your excellent blog!
Thank you for the kind words, and it remains a distinct pleasure to read your words, good sir.
Have a fabulous weekend, and may the writing Muse always be by your side.
Take care, my friend,
My apologies for the delay as I’m quite preoccupied with a new book due for publishing.
The episodes you posted above are simply marvellous and you do me great honour with your profuse compliments.
Hereunder is another string (100 words):
Wine, thought Michael as he limped his way along the narrow corridor to the Dining Room in the last carriage. She never did like wine, but ever since the war.
He pulled out his pocket watch and pretended to study it. He kept his eyes diverted, not wanting anyone to read his thoughts.
What brought this on? Fear wrecked his mind as he rubbed his right thigh; felt the metal plate. That man; that look they had exchanged.
“Thank you,” said Michael with a perfunctory smile, and he hesitated before gulping the wine in one go. “Two more, please.”
All good wishes and thank you for your friendship,
Eric, this is wonderfully well done! The tension is built so well in so few words. Love it.
Hello hello hello 🙂
Glad that you love it, Val. I believe many of us (moi included) have been in a similar situation.