Nobody heard anything during the night. But when they got up in the morning, the window was broken in in the guest bed. The room was in a disarray. The cupboard stood open and everything inside was thrown haphazardly on the bed or the floor.

We checked if anything was missing. It took a while because it was the spare room and anything we didn’t need got stored here. At the end of a couple of hours, we reached the conclusion that whoever came to rob us, went away without anything. But why……

We traced our movements from last night and my husband recalled that he had gotten up at midnight to get something from the fridge. That must have spooked the would be thief! He/ she must have fled when they realized that someone was up and moving about in the house. It made many things clear.

a. It is good to snack at midnight. It scares the house- breakers.

b. They weren’t hardy criminals. Easily scared into abandoning their mission made them seem amateurs.

c. We should have more security for the house.

Though this is written in response to this photo prompt, it actually happened to us a long time ago. We had a lucky break and nothing was taken and nobody was harmed. The sequence of events was very much the same as I described.

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Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #14

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Fandango has posted another photo prompt for us to write about. He says;

Welcome to “Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.” Each week I will be posting a photo I grab off the internet and challenge bloggers to write a relatively short flash fiction piece inspired by the photo. While there are no definitive style or word limits, I suggest trying to keep your posts to under 300 words.

The day after

It seemed that there wasn’t anyone alive but them. They had survived because of the bunker they had built under their basement. It was the idea of their architect, to have a safe place to stay in case of a disaster striking.

But they never thought they would need to use it. But it was very useful when all the elements raged against the abuse people were piling on the environment. After the storms and hurricanes had settled, they decided to venture outside, but not without their masks. A sight of total chaos met their eyes. Debris flying everywhere and not a soul in sight. The held each other’s hand for comfort.

This was now their home!

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Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #10

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So now it’s time for ninth weekly Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge. The image below is from AdnaeInviere at DeviantArt.com.

The workshop was at the back of an old, rundown building. And Peter was the only person ever seen there. He was a gifted clock maker and used to have his own smart little shop in the affluent part of the town. But then the new trend of digital watches caught on and later people mostly stopped owning watches because everyone had a cell phone which made a watch redundant.

Now Peter kept his own company in the little derelict workshop, doing something with old watches, but nobody knew what. Then one day he had a very interesting visitor. He came in the evening, near nightfall. The big limousine stopped near the building and a well dressed gentleman stepped out of it. He told his chauffeur to wait outside and went in to the workshop. Peter was expecting him. As he entered, wasting no time on pleasantries, he asked if the item he ordered was ready. Peter went and fetched a big box and held it out to the man.” I think you should make the payment first,Sir” The man arrogantly took out a wad of bank notes and handed them to Peter without bothering to count.

He opened the box and looked keenly at the octopus like object inside the box.”So this is the clock of doom” he said. “Are you sure it will perform the function properly?” ” Of course sir. You just have to wind it up in the right way and it will annihilate the target in a few minutes” replied Peter with pride.

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Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #9

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The image below is from Engin_Akyurt at Pixabay.com.

Morning Coffee

As was her daily routine, she got her coffee and sat down to enjoy it. The trusty writing pad was sitting on the table and the pencil ready to record her thoughts. Ever since she had started to write daily, her life had taken a turn for the better. Getting all the thoughts screaming in her head for attention, out into the open, organized and written in black and white had done wonders for her. She no longer felt lost or alone. Not only she felt at peace but when she read what she had written before, it gave her a glow of satisfaction. She could write and write well at that. Life suddenly seemed filled with possibilities. Maybe one day she will have enough courage to get her work published.

What a difference it was making in her life. Writing a few pages daily!

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Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #7

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Here’s the latest picture prompt from Fandango of This That and the Other;

Click. Click. Click.

The camera was clicking and then it was the turn of video camera.

All those gathered were keenly observing the proceedings. The one in charge of the photography adjusted the camera and called for a few changes in the settings. The filming of the scene was resumed.

And they were done.

All the kids gathered around the sandpit, started picking up their lego figures and there was an excited chatter about the stop-motion movie they had just made for their school project.

Jason, bent and picked up the road look alike strip from the sand pit and nudged Sam with his elbow,”This was a great idea Jason, making the pit look like the desert”. Hope our project wins the prize.

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Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #6

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So now it’s time for my fifth weekly Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge. The image below is from Google Images and is labeled for public use.

He was given the role of an extra, and that was of an ape. It didn’t dampen his elation or his enthusiasm. It was the break he was looking for and he was sure that he will impress the producer with his acting skills. They place a lot of tiny dot like monitors capturing the movements and at the end they would project the vision of the ape over that of the real actor’s face.

He went to the zoo to study how the apes behaved. He was so well prepared for his role that he was asked to guide others who were cast as apes as how to use the proper body language of an ape. But when the movie was released, not one of his friends or family could recognize him, he was so well camouflaged as an ape!

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Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #5

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