#SwiftFicFriday – Week 54 Prompt

#SwiftFicFriday – Week 54 Prompt

Welcome to the new and improved flash fiction writing prompt series – #SwiftFicFriday!

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Rules to keep in mind:

  •  You have THREE DAYS (8:00AM Friday-8:00PM Sunday on the east coast) to submit your entry.
  • Include social media links/handles/anything you want to promote (Twitter, FB, etc) & word count in the comment with your submission.
  • Submission must be between 150-300 words.
  • All stories are property of the authors.
  • Winner will be determined via reader votes on Mondays.

Ready, set, write!

Prompt: Write a piece that takes place on a train.

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Happy writing!

3 thoughts on “#SwiftFicFriday – Week 54 Prompt

  1. The Quiet Car. 298 words. @JPGarlandAuthor

    “Is this sheet taken?”
    I thought that’s what she said. I was somewhere in the Himalayas in my novel—by which I mean the one I was reading and not any of the many that were a work-in-progress-in-search-of-a-plot-twist/love-interest/developed-secondary-character—and it took me a moment, but I heard her correctly on her second try.
    “Seat? Oh, no. It isn’t.”
    She began to lift her bag, and I helped get it to the overhead rack, putting my jacket there and my backpack on the floor in front of me. She sat beside me and with a “thank you” she pulled out her Kindle and opened it to something or other. We were on the long stretch without a stop between Philly and Newark. More importantly, we were in Acela’s Quiet Car. No talking.
    As I helped with her bag, I confess that I studied her, and I hope I was not too obvious. She was nearly my height. Pretty with long silky brown hair that draped over her shoulders. Her skin was enticingly dark and her eyes complemented it.
    It wouldn’t have stuck with me but for her smile. It was natural and I do not know if she realized she gave it to me. But I realized.
    Yet we could not speak. No conversation allowed. Not that I would know what to say. Instead, as we zipped through southern Jersey—me at the window, she on the aisle—I felt she was with me. I tried to read but only got to a base camp in Nepal when the conductor announced we were approaching Newark. I was for New York.
    She stood, and I helped her down with her bag. She took it and thanked me and rolled it down the aisle. She looked back and smiled at me.

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  2. It was the same everywhere they went. Even this far from home, nobody thought to include public seating where Brewer could sit back and put his feet on the ground at the same time. Dangling his heavy old boots in the air felt ridiculous. Also, the velvet upholstery was disquietingly comfortable against his scar mottled skin. The regular rock of their car rattling over weathered narrow-gauge rails felt suspiciously meant to put passengers at ease. Out the window a skeletal forest, blanketed in fallen orange, glided by below grey hills.

    “At least the colors are right,” the dwarf sighed. “Only, somehow they’re… What’s that word you like using?”

    “Lovely?” the purple hued elf across from him volunteered.

    “Yeah. That…”

    Brewer could feel Emathyst’s gentle smile, even under her executioner’s hood. She was enjoying their excursion into the unknown as much as it frightened him. Could they even find their way back? At least the little girl they were doing this for had finally warmed up to Emathyst. She was rather charming, in a harmless sort of way, asleep in the elf’s arms. The girl’s contented cat curled over both laps across from the dwarf.

    “Thank you for coming with us, Brewer. This wouldn’t be as fun without you.”

    “Ah, well, you’ll need someone to escort you through the graveyard on the way back.”

    Brewer recalled Emathyst’s scream echoing across town within minutes of leaving with the girl and her cat.

    “We must be going the right way. People are starting to recognize her.”


    Brewer glanced around their empty rail car. These starch collared prigs avoiding a pair of executioners made sense, but they seemed equally unsettled by the girl and her cat. This troublesome trek to find her family notwithstanding, she didn’t seem like a Jinx to him.

    299 Four Sisters words

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