FFfAW – Coming to America

Juan Martinez had worked as a grape picker for a Winery in California. He had to work hard for the little money he was paid. Half of that money went back home to his wife and children and almost half went into saving to bring his family to America.

He came home deep-down bone tired from his hard back-breaking work picking grapes, where he slept on the floor of a shack and ate potatoes he cooked in a campfire. He spent very little money on himself.

It wasn’t easy for him to be away from the family he loved; from Magnalena, the wife he adored, his sons, Lil’ Juan and Je’sus, and his daughters, Juanita and Juanella.

He finally had enough money to bring his family to America and they settled in Arizona. There he purchased a modest home for them to live in.

They were together again and finally happy.

If only they didn’t have to worry about being sent back to Mexico.


Thank you Vanessa Rodriguez for our photo prompt this week.
This is my story for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. This is a flash fiction challenge hosted by me. We are given a photo prompt and approximately 150 words with which to write our stories. The challenge is fun and addictive. Everyone is welcome to participate. If you would like to know more about this challenge, please click on this link: FFfAW
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MFtS – Morning Coffee

“The barista shook his head, “That hedge couldn’t have moved closer overnight, could it?””

His friend Maynard took a sip of his steaming coffee and asked, “My Gawd mawn, whatcha put in your coffee?”

“It’s just that I haven’t been able to sleep well at night for several weeks now”, he replied as he reached for the cream, “I seem to have too much on my mind,”

Maynard looked at him from the top of his glasses, “What does that hedge say to you my friend?”

“Looks like some kids playing ball and having a good time.” He answered as he sipped his coffee.

His friend set his cup down, “Yes, it is telling us we need to get more exercise. Especially, that “special” kind of exercise at night, if you get my drift.”

“You’re a single man Maynard, do you get a lot of “special” exercise at night?”

Maynard focused on the hedge, “Hey mawn, I think I just saw that hedge move.”


Thank you to Barbara Beacham for providing our photo prompt this week and for hosting this challenge, Monday’s Finish the Story. For more information about this challenge, click on this linke: MFtS

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SPF-Waterfront Lighthouse

The old Waterfront Lighthouse has been there for many years, guiding in the lost seamen of the north.

Captain Mackey was one of those seaman that was guided into shore by the Waterfront.

“All of a sudden a huge storm came up and threaten to sink our boat. The water was overlapping the sides of the boat. While the boat was being tossed about the men were all on their knees, saying their hail Mary’s.

As the captain of the boat I had to remain calm and try to get the men to calm down too. Sure, I remained calm on the outside, but my insides were being battered and beaten along with the boat.

Suddenly we saw the glorious guiding light from the Waterfront and knew we didn’t have much farther to go to safety. We slowly limped ashore. Our boat was full of water and the men and I were trembling with fear and from being wet and cold. We owe our lives to the Waterfront Lighthouse.”


Thank you Alistair Forbes for the photo prompt and for hosting Sunday Photo Fiction. The challenge is fun and addicting and open to anyone who would like to participate in creating a story using a photo prompt and approximately 200 words. For more information or to read other participants’ stories, click on this link: SPF


FFfAW: Park Outing

My children were jovially playing on the playground equipment with the other children at the park, while I rested and watched, under a shade tree.

I accidentally fell asleep and woke up thirty minutes later, feeling quite anxious. I could see my son playing but I could’nt see my little daughter. Instantly, I began to panic,

“Jimmy, where is your little sister?”

“I don’t know mommy she was here just a little while ago.”

I ran over to Jimmy and took his hand, gasping,

“We must look for and find your sister!”

We walked everywhere around the park yelling Lilly’s name. That’s when I see the pond and panic consumes me; my mind furiously races with worry, and terror overcomes me. I feel the bile rising inside my throat.

I hear myself screaming, “Lilly, oh Lilly, dear God, no Lilly!” My racing heart begs for this to not be true.

Suddenly, I hear a small soft voice coming from behind me,

“Mommy, I just went to the big girl potty.”


Thank you Dawn M. Miller for our prompt photo this week.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is a fun challenge that is open to anyone who wants to have fun writing flash fiction stories – stories that are approximately 150 words or less based on a prompt photo. If you would like to join this challenge or want to know more about it, please click on this link: FFfAW


MFtS: City Hall Cafe

“The Mayor and the Town Manager waved as their next victim approached.”

“Wow, Tom,” Bob said to his friend, “This new book by Steven King is off to a good start.”

Tom was busy preparing to cook breakfast for potential customers and wasn’t paying attention. Bob went back to reading his book and drinking coffee.

Suddenly, the diner’s door opened and a young beautiful woman sat down at an empty booth.

Bob didn’t waste any time and went over and handed her this week’s breakfast menu and waited for her to read the menu.

Breakfast Special

3 eggs – cooked your way

2 mystery meat patties

3 fluffy homemade biscuits

Bottomless Coffee


“Guess I’ll have the Breakfast Special since there ain’t no other option.”

Tom, the Mayor and Bob, the Town Manager were excited, tonight they would be having this beautiful woman as their main course for dinner and what’s left over will be the mystery meat for the diner tomorrow.


Thank you to Barbara Beacham for providing us with the photo prompt this week and for hosting Monday’s Finish the Story challenge. She gives us a photo and approximately 150 words with which we are to use to write our stories. It is fun and addicting and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click on this link: MFtS

SPF: A Hellofa Ride

“She sure is a beauty! How long did you say you had her?”

“‘Bout four months now and I’m surprised she’s still around. Have had lots of “Looky Lue’s”. But also a lot of “No Can Do’s.”

“Your price is a little high.”

“Well, my God man, she’s a 1968 Rolls Royce! They don’t come cheap! They’re like some women, cost you a lot of money and then take you for a ride.”

“Haha! But at least the Rolls will take me on a good ride!”

“So, what’s your decision man? Wanna buy her?”

“Sure, I’ll buy this Rolls. I’m already in love with the angel on the hood. I’d say it’s a car good enough for the angels.”

The car salesman noisily cleared his throat while thinking, I think it’s best I not tell him it had belonged to Whitey Bulger,

Thank you to Alistair Forbes for hosting the Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge and providing our photo prompt today. Every Sunday he gives us a photo prompt and approximately 200 words with which we use to write our stories. The challenge is fun and addicting and everyone is welcome to join in the fun. For more information, check out this link: SPF


FFfAW: Alli’s Gravesite

She picked up the two dozen roses and began to walk slowly and precisely to her grave. Her gravestone stood gleaming bright, recently cleaned by the loving hands of her mother. Shari placed the roses lovingly across the grave, yellow roses, Alli’s favorite. She adjusted their placement making sure the yellow rose blanket spread perfectly across the grave.

A tear escaped her eyes as she patted the grave and gingerly cleaned a spot on the stone.

“Oh, Alli, I miss you so much my darling. I wish.. oh how I wish I could have been there to stop you.” Her heart filled with memories of her beautiful daughter but it quickly became heavy from the pain of her daughter’s early demise.

“I love and miss you Alli.” She weeped, feeling overwhelmed by her grief. She tried to not think about that decision her daughter had made several years earlier; a decision that she would not live to regret. (158)

Photo Credit: Sonya O. Thank you Sonya!


This is my second submission to the challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. This is a challenge where we are given a prompt photo and 75-175 words with which to craft our stories with. For more information on this challenge, click on this link FFfAW.

I want to give a little background about this particular story. Several years ago, my sweet niece took her own life. My sister visits her grave often. So basically, this story is about my niece and my sister. We all need to be vigilant and intercede anytime we are needed or called to, because many young people (and adults) take their own lives. Just maybe we can be the one to stop a tragic suicide.