Changing the Chorus

#FridayFictioneers, 100 word flash fiction
Photo prompt @Dale Rogerson

A second story for Friday Fictioneers especially for DR. I know he’s out there.

Changing the Chorus
by T. Delaplain

Regardless of the tempo or cadence, the chorus remained the same, “I’m not ready.” Their coffee dates and long lunches were punctuated by stiff hugs and brief stolen kisses; neither knowing quite how to change their shared lyrics of grief.

The first bouquet arrived with a CD of arias, the second a sterling silver treble cleft. The third, a dozen roses and an embossed invitation.

“Dinner tomorrow night in Florence, pack an overnight bag, we can buy anything else you need. ❤️ Let us sing a new beginning.”

Arsenic and Glue Sticks #FridayFictioneers

Bless me Fictioneeers, it’s been two months since my last flash fiction. *sigh* I have been in Internet hell. I’ve had more trouble getting Internet in rural California than I did in rural Mexico. Huh?

Other excuses worth mentioning:
I’m basically an angst driven writer and I’m too chillaxed living at the lake house. It’s too nice outside to write inside. There are no interesting drug cartel stories around to fuel my “CIA agent meets a girl and a tequila bottle” novel, WIP.

I actually have no real excuse not to write so I’ve been designing a new food blog and cookbook proposal at http://www.mybajakitchen.com (shameless promotion).

Anyway here’s my dark tale of writing turned warfare. My husband thinks the tale is too dark but he hasn’t met any of you writers who have struggled with getting published. Crazy happens. Continue Reading

A Sequel for Mr. Edwards


Photo credit @ Sandra Crook from her travels down the French waterways.

A Sequel for Mr. Edwards
by T. Delaplain

It had been Mr. Edwards idea to help Renee write “his” sequel from the quant château in Provence. In fact the sequel had been entirely his idea. The promise had been extorted from her during a fierce re-write; the result of a tussle over the laptop and a tumble on the divan. Mr. Edwards, a minor character in her first novel had definitely become a distraction in the sequel. Her hand hestitated over the delete button.

“No Mr. Edwards, I do not see you as a seductive rogue, perhaps a stable lad in chapter 13? Never forget, Sir. Your place is on the page.”

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Mr. Edwards can’t seem to stay where he is written or stay out of my flash fiction. A distraction indeed! If you’re curious about this literary terrorist you could read any of these flashes.
Of All the Gin Joints
Exit The Scoundrel
A Novel Romance

Please wander over to Friday Fictionners and read more 100 word tales.

A Mother’s Reward

Friday Fictioneers
Photo Credit @Liz Young

A Mother’s Reward
by T. Delaplain

Seven lay resting: too early, too late, born still, the measles, poisoned blood. Those that God left, the Great War took away. Wandering through the stones and crosses stepping over a fresh mound of turned soil through a haze of lilies, she offered praise and forgiveness. Arms finally full, now she could care for her babies.

An offering for Friday Fictioneers. We will give you 100 words to say your peace.

Paper Days

Photo credit @JellicoStation

Paper Days
By T. Delaplain

You folded the fuselage into a triangle then tightened the binder paper into a nose. You licked a finger and raised it to the sky; a northern breeze, good visibility. Precise dirt smudged creases, torn into perfect straight lines, you fashioned the wings to maximize lift. Continue Reading

The Perfect Blue


Pegman has taken us to Mars today and has stumbled upon an art enclave. Apparently there is life on the Red Planet and she’s a voracious artist. If you want to take an intergalactic journey with us come along and create your own flash fiction, just don’t leave the mother ship. What Pegman Saw.


Photo credit NASA

The Perfect Blue
by T. Delaplain

The paint fumes danced up her nostrils, she inhaled and the rush followed. The cerulean flowed from her brush as she swept it across the translucent canvas.

No rules on Mars, only art and an endless supply of humans. Continue Reading