The Reminder

It is time to take a dip in the amazing world of flash fiction again:-)It is time for writing for Friday Fictioneers, courtesy our host ,the wonderfully talented Rochelle:-)The challenge is to write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)This week,we have this photo to be used as inspiration.Her comes my piece 😛


Friday Fictioneers-The Reminder

Copyright-Al Forbes

                                                    Copyright-Al Forbes


Parking his car in the driveway, he heard laughter.

It was Stella, his wife.

Inside, their 6 year old daughter Daphne stood pouting, arms akimbo.

“We have to return the head, Daddy!”

“What head?”

“Dave, remember we watched the legend of Sleepy Hollow?”


“Today she saw the stone head at the museum .Since then, she has been saying that,” Stella grinned.

“But Daddy, the head told me to!”

“What did it say sweetie?”

Eerily, Daphne pronounced in a sing song nasal voice,“It is time you returned what you took.”

Dave paled.

Stella froze.

Both remembered –too late for amends!





The Prophecy

Trifecta: Week Sixty-Two


On to the weekly prompt.

1a : the natural opening through which food passes into the body of an animal and which in vertebrates is typically bounded externally by the lips and internally by the pharynx and encloses the tongue, gums, and teeth
  b : grimace <made a mouth>
  c : an individual requiring food <had too many mouths to feed>
2a : voice, speech <finally gave mouth to her feelings>
  b : mouthpiece
3: something that resembles a mouth especially in affording entrance or exit: as

Please remember:
  • Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
  • You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
  • The word itself needs to be included in your response.
  • You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above. 
  • Only one entry per writer.
  • Trifecta is open to everyone.  Please join us.

Here is my submission.




Strolling hand in hand, they looked like a golden couple.


The Gypsy’s prophecy was coming true.


Last year, just for fun she had gone into the tent of that Gypsy, who had gazed into the crystal ball & prophesied “You will meet a man & your life will change but….” She could not remember the rest.


A few days later, she had found Richard, lying unconscious, on the beach.


And the rest, as they say, was history…she thought & smiled.


Her reverie was broken.


“Darling, here we are!”


She had not realized that they had walked this far.


She shivered, looking at the gaping mouth of the cavern.


IT looked hungry.


Richard pulled her closer. “Cold?” She nodded, not wanting to spoil his childlike enthusiasm.


“Are you okay?” He asked solicitously.


 Shrugging off her momentary unease as fanciful imagination, she stepped inside and



 My God! Fairies, gnomes, nymphs & all kinds of magical creatures flitted here & there in a beautiful garden.


“Remember, I told you, I belong to another world & you said it did not matter? Well, this is my kingdom.

Will you be my Queen & wear this?”


He held out a beautiful conch, an iridescent tiara sitting on it.



She was speechless with surprise.


Dazed, but with a heart overflowing with love, she bent to pick it up.


“Ouch!” Blood oozed from her hand & fell on the tiara.


The tiara became black & glowed! She screamed.


Hearing an evil laugh, she whirled around.


Richard was turning into a dark, evil looking monster in front of her eyes!


He sneered, “Foolish mortal! I only needed a Virgin’s blood. Now, I & my kind can rule for another century!”


Her delicate senses were assailed by the dank, rotting smell of death.


Terrified, she looked around. All magic had disappeared. Ghoulish creatures lurked in shadows. She felt blood draining away as the warning of the gypsy came back to her “…but do not trust the gift of the sea!”