Hop on #TuesFlashFicTrain R3-W1

This made me skip Zumba twice already 😦 – Image found on pinterest.com


It’s been a bit of a crazy past few days. I meant to get this prepared last night to have up this morning, but then my body decided it was a good idea to get sick (and on my day off from work, too). Thankfully, though, I’m feeling way better now – even if I’m still a teeny bit feverish. I thought about putting off the next round of TuesFlashFicTrain another week, but no – stories demand to be told, and so here’s the prompt to start off our next one!

We’ll start off easy – since I’m recovering from a virus, I want you to write about illness and recovery. Maybe your MC is recovering from a particularly bad cold, or worse. It doesn’t have to be your MC either – could be someone close to them or even a pet. This could be the main plot of the new story, or just a jumping point. It’s up to you! Let your imagination run wild 🙂

Remember, keep it under 400 words & submit your response in the comment section below. Don’t forget to include your twitter handles and/or other social media links for promotion! Submissions close on Friday @ 11:59 PM EST – tell your friends!

Questions, suggestions? Check out the rules in more detail and/or drop me a line!

As always, think happy thoughts!

PS. Have an idea for the last story’s title? Let me know! I still haven’t put it up as a complete piece yet.


3 thoughts on “Hop on #TuesFlashFicTrain R3-W1

  1. Alrighty then, I managed to muddle something together! Someone needs to pick up from here, cause I have no clue where this is going. Here goes nothin’!
    ps: the portion within parentheses is supposed to be italicised, but I couldn’t make it happen.

    Rita sneezed. Her nose dripped and she was sure some gremlin was positioned behind her left eye. It was armed with a needle and was repeatedly stabbing the back of that eye. As much as her nose itched and snotted, her eye watered at each thrust of that demonic needle.

    She squeezed her nostrils together with an ever wetter tissue as she searched the medicine cabinet. There, on the top shelf she found the bottle of decongesting, anti-sneezing, sore throat soothing bottle of noxious green syrup.

    Sighing as she uncapped the brew and poured a dose, Rita swallowed the vile stuff with a grimace. Not only did it taste awful, it had the odd effect of creating particularly lucid dreams. She was just a little bit afraid of what the stuff might conjure up this time once she fell asleep.

    Crawling into her bed, Rita wrapped herself in the comforter and opened the book she kept on her nightstand. After only a few paragraphs, her eyesight blurred and the words faded. She laid the book down and shut her eyes, for just a moment.

    (She was shopping, walking the aisles of an unfamiliar grocery.

    “Rita!” the deep voice startled her. She turned to see who called.

    He was dressed in tight jeans and form fitting polo. His wavy brown hair framed a pleasantly friendly face highlighted with deep blue eyes.

    He stood very close; she could feel the warmth of his body. His bright smile elicited a gasp of recognition. Gently, he cupped her face in his hands.

    “Rita, I’ve missed you. So, so much,” he breathed as he closed on her lips.)

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