Inside the soup kitchen, foggy windows dripped. A blend of simmering soup, old damp clothing and unwashed souls wafted throughout. She came in with a gigantic, open golf umbrella. With two shakes and snowflakes cascading around her, she smiled, tossed her head and shyly asked, “Does my hair look alright?”
Cari Main wrote this story.
Stretching truth… an old photo, a love of hiking and exotic travel, a passion for good food and wine plus an irresistible sense of humour. Both were guilty. He scanned the cafe looking for his “Hopeful Goddess”, she for her “Saviour Knight”. Empty chairs and lonely hearts, sipping Diet Coke.
Cari Main is retired and a big fan of the 50-word challenge.
My neighbour is living in his treehouse. He’s happy, looks great, has lost tons of weight what with hauling up jugs of water and food. He’s made birdhouses galore so there’s a cacophony of bird chirp. He and Alice wave at each other. Utter bliss… until he finishes his wings.
Cari Main is retired and a big fan of flash fiction.