Little Bleep (A Monologue Flash Fiction)

Little Bleep (A Monologue Flash Fiction)

If i could scream I’d scream of little bleeps. Yes, little, tiny…that’s what I am. A small innocent “bleep” wanting to grow, wanting to survive and  wishing to see the world outside.

From where I am is pure darkness. But I love it here. It’s warm and cozy. It feels so good just to be hovering wiggling around, so comfortable. I love it here, really. Oh, except when I hear loud thunderous screaming, yelling, shouting. I wanted it to stop. For each yelling feels like I’m dying. It has been like this for a while and it’s getting louder each day. I must say, today was the worst. Each loud scream was synonymous to a painful sharp cry.

I wonder when will this ever end.

Will I even make it out alive?

Please mom hang on there, we’ll make it together. I promise I’ll be your most loving little bleep ever.

And oh, dad…yes dad I can’t wait to see you. I only hear stories of you from mom. Those sweet lovely stories she’d tell me everynight. In between her sobs. Oh, I could feel how much she misses you.

So dear Lord I hope the thunder stops. I hope it ends soon. I fear I won’t make it out.

Mom, dad….please hang on guys, little bleep will be out soon. We’ll be together I promise.

That Summer (A Flash Fiction)

That Summer (A Flash Fiction)

The mango appendages now bent like those of a Christmas tree. She wished its Christmas, for every Christmas they say “wish and it will be granted”.

No, it was not Christmas.

Summer.

 Yet a renewed gust chilled her skin.

“Marc,” she whispered. “Speak to me, for heaven’s sake, speak to me Marc.”

But he did not.

All she could hear was inhaling and gasping. She put a hand to her mouth. She thought she might scream but nothing came out of her mouth.

Fear of the unknown, she kept quiet. The numbness of her hand glued her lips shut.


And, yes, the shame. That silenced her, too.

What happened up there in the small room was memorable yet very heartbreaking.

No one said a word.

No one dared to.

She could only wish for Christmas – a Christmas miracle.

NaPoWriMo Day 27

For kate Friday Fun

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