42 Flash Challenge – January 1st, 2016 Day 1

It is my hope that by the time the 3rd or 4th day rolls around, I’ll have forgotten the prompts entered herein.

January 1st of any year is full of the promise of new beginnings, and maybe that’s the best place to start the challenge.

Prompt:  Anticipation 

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Author: mtdecker

Just your average writer- which is to say, I have a full-time job developing and testing software.

5 thoughts on “42 Flash Challenge – January 1st, 2016 Day 1”

  1. What Will Be
    M.T. Decker

    He looked out the window, unsure of what the coming storm would bring. His mother had always told him that every cloud has a silver lining, but his father had always reminded him that he wouldn’t be alive to enjoy it if he was hit by lightning.

    When he was a boy, he had hated the way they balanced hope with practicality, wonder with pessimism. It was hard to look forward to the future when you found yourself flinching.

    He had learned the difference between the magical joy that came with wanting something new and the need to be prepared for any eventuality. Somehow his parents had made their differences work— but there were two of them, and there was only one of him.

    He tried to be there to enjoy the moments as they unfurled, but it was hard when he was the one who would have to block the inevitable gut shot that was waiting in the wings.

    He witnessed the fury of the storm from the relative safety of his house. He watched as the trees bent to the storms will and the city was drenched in a deluge of icy cold water.

    He knew it was cold because he could see the steam rising from the ground. As the storm faded the fog settled into place.

    Sure he was safe now, he stepped out onto his deck and heard a woman’s laugh.

    “Well,” he heard her say, between chuckles. “I really got that one wrong…”

    He watched as a water logged woman in a yellow sun dress stepped out of the fog. She was smiling even before she saw him, and when she looked up at him her smile grew.

    “Ever have one of those days?” she asked as she rung the water from her hair.

    He hadn’t, but for the first time in his life, he wanted to… if for no other reason than to share in his neighbor’s laugh.

    @mishmhem
    #flashdogs
    325 words

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  2. OF RESOLUTIONS AND GUARANTEES

    Are the past and the present any different than that one came before the other? Or is the defining feature between ‘there’ and ‘here’ not the ‘t’ which, may be presumed, means ‘time’? Can ‘then’ and ‘now’ be deemed continuous since the last letter of one beginning the other? In so far as a phase morphs into another, what surety is there that the said new phase is and/or would, not just be a replication of status quo? Does that a year is new make everything so?

    That a new calendar just waltzed in offers a promise that her writing block would give way, and to free-flowing ideas and effortless writes, yes?
    In his hand is a brand new devotional for the next 12 months. The mint smell, the crisp pages and cover design are alluring. Just like last year’s copy, though most of the pages went unread.
    What true, fresh dynamic will her relationship experience? A new year just rolled in; will the bickering at every opportunity that had pushed their love to cliff edge cease just because of that?

    While it seems a fresh chance—like a blank new spreadsheet—and inspire leading life by an improved set of rules, does a new calendar in itself bear the audacity to effect a change of habits or stoke one’s passion, magically steering energy in the desired direction one has hitherto been lazy to travel?

    The blank screen gawks at her while the nagging cursor blinks on with abandon. A seeming conspiracy by these two.
    Sliding his thumb across the edges like the cash counter inspecting a wad of banknotes, he is interrupted by a bookmark reading: This opens the door to life-changing truth. Read it. It had been slid in an August date. He isn’t even sure he will make it that far.
    “Our fights regardless, I still adore you nuts. Let’s make us work this year, Honey. I am ready, are you?” Her finger dithers over ‘Send.’

    Can she break through the brick wall of being unable to string words? Would her writing improve across these twelve moons?
    Is he likely to grow some consistency, and follow through with his intended daily study of the Good Book?
    Were she to send the message, would boo reply her—and in an understanding, non-argumentative tone this time around?

    No guarantees.

    Only way to find out: Make an attempt.

    @bunmi_oke
    #FlashDogs
    398 words

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  3. OF RESOLUTIONS AND GUARANTEES

    Are the past and the present any different than that one came before the other? Or is the defining feature between ‘there’ and ‘here’ not the ‘t’ which, may be presumed, means ‘time’? Can ‘then’ and ‘now’ be deemed continuous since the last letter of one beginning the other? In so far as a phase morphs into another, what surety is there that the said new phase is and/or would, not just be a replication of status quo? Does that a year is new make everything so?

    That a new calendar just waltzed in offers a promise that her writing block would give way, and to free-flowing ideas and effortless writes, yes?
    In his hand is a brand new devotional for the next 12 months. The mint smell, the crisp pages and cover design are alluring. Just like last year’s copy, though most of the pages went unread.
    What true, fresh dynamic will her relationship experience? A new year just rolled in; will the bickering at every opportunity that had pushed their love to cliff edge cease just because of that?

    While it seems a fresh chance—like a blank new spreadsheet—and inspire leading life by an improved set of rules, does a new calendar in itself bear the audacity to effect a change of habits or stoke one’s passion, magically steering energy in the desired direction one has hitherto been lazy to travel?

    The blank screen gawks at her while the nagging cursor blinks on with abandon. A seeming conspiracy by these two.
    Sliding his thumb across the edges like the cash counter inspecting a wad of banknotes, he is interrupted by a bookmark reading: This opens the door to life-changing truth. Read it. It had been slid in an August date. He isn’t even sure he will make it that far.
    “Our fights regardless, I still adore you nuts. Let’s make us work this year, Honey. I am ready, are you?” Her finger dithers over ‘Send.’

    Can she break through the brick wall of being unable to string words? Would her writing improve across these twelve moons?
    Is he likely to grow some consistency, and follow through with his intended daily study of the Good Book?
    Were she to send the message, would boo reply her—and in an understanding, non-argumentative tone this time around?

    No guarantees.

    Only way to find out: Make an attempt.

    @bunmi_oke
    #FlashDogs
    398 words

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