E.M.’s Flash Fiction #139

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Photo credit: Vivike@viviendorkaa.com

As she lies there next to her hand-drawn friend, she sees what her world can be if she just creates it for herself. She lays there without a care in this world, and she sets her heart free. While she still holds onto her heart, she feels love and admiration of her friend…as this is what she feels is the best feeling in the world. She’s not alone. She has Mr. Chalk, clothes on her back, and a beautiful sky above her.

She could lay there like that for hours imagining that Mr. Chalk was real, and in her mind, he was her best friend. He did not argue with her or tell her that she was not enough. Her peace came so easily while she had him next to her because she felt safe from harm.

At the right time of the day, they would lie in the sunshine, soaking up the Vitamin D from the sun. Other times of the day, the tree shadows would hold the string of her heart, protecting it from the world around them.

No one could pop Mr. Chalk’s balloon, and there was not a soul that could break Amy’s big heart.

Untitled (for now)…Part 3

If you read my Flash Fiction challenge post from 9/21/2021 hosted by Fandango, this is the fourth excerpt of the story I have started from that first #FFFC. In the second episode, the mystery of where Mommy (Davina) has gone or what has happened. In the third episode, a bad person comes into the mix, with Fiona and Sebastian starting to feel the effects of her not being home yet. Let’s continue, and I hope soon to have a title.


Fiona, with Sebastian at her side holding her hand, approach the door of the restaurant. Fiona looks through the window to see if she sees Davina, and of course she is not in sight nor is she probably even there. She opens the door, and they are greeted by her co-worker, Sharon.

‘Well, hey Sebastian! Good evening, Ms. Fiona! What brings you guys in here so late in the day? Fiona with ya?’

Sebastian smiled and waved at the waitress innocently without hesitation, and he was oblivious to the dire situation that was going on around him when he saw her. However, that was exactly what Gammy didn’t want to hear, and Sharon must have seen that dread in her face, as her smile dropped to a face full of perplexity. Fiona didn’t gasp, but she felt like she did inside herself. The dread in her stomach becoming fire all over her body.

‘Oh…are you guys okay, ya alright?’, she asks as she looks down at the sweet little boy that really had no idea what was going on as he still smiled at her.

‘Share, we needs Mommy to come and gib us our drinks now, okay?’

Sebastian believes Davina is still there. Gammy sighs and begins telling the sweet waitress why they have come down at such a late hour, as it was nearing the graveyard shift hours. Fiona explained that they had no idea where she was and how she never made it back to the house when she got off of work. The pit of her stomach was down at her feet, and her fear was making her heart race. She looked for the nearest booth to sit down. She was heavy on her feet, feeling a bit dizzy with anxiety. Sebastian pops up onto the seat he normally sits upon excited and anxiously awaiting his momma.

‘I’ll go grab you some water, Ms. Fiona.’

Sharon rushes to the counter, hands shaking, and she fills a plastic Pepsi-labeled glass with ice and water, while grabbing a couple of straws and milk for Sebastian. Fiona knew she was showing signs of distress, and Sebastian, thankfully, had become less observant once they got to Boo’s.

Davina was not there. She knew she wouldn’t be. As the thought raced across her mind, she was distracted by the glass of water being placed before her and Sharon’s chilled hand being placed upon her shoulder for comfort. Gammy sipped her water slightly after poking the straw into the cup. Her hands were shaking as well.

‘Sebastian, sip on your milk for a minute while I talk to Sharon. I’ll be right over here’, she stated softly while pointing across the room to an area by the counter.

He nods agreeably but still looks around the room at all the other waitresses running around the room, still not seeing his mommy.

The countertop was cold as Fiona sets her cup upon it and asks Sharon if she had seen anything odd before the end of Davina’s shift or if she had seen her before she left. They were close, Davina and Sharon. They would sometimes meet next door at the club, The Verve, where her daughter spent her late shift. If anyone knew anything, Sharon would be that person.

‘Ya know, Ms. Fiona, it was a peaceful night in here when I was first coming in, and she had been taking care of a customer over there in that corner booth. They seemed to know one another, but I had never seen him in here before. I can tell you that she was in a hurry to leave to get home to Sebastian though.’

As Fiona’s head hung lower, she looked over to see Sebastian being a kid and playing with the straw in his milk…blowing bubbles and watching them pop. Giggling. Clueless. She realized she needed to keep it that way for a bit.

‘Thank you, Sharon. Is there anyone else on her shift you can think for me to call upon? Was Brad here during her shift?’

‘I think he had left early because Laura was not feeling well. They left together, but our cook has been here since 1 o’clock because the new cook didn’t show up for his shift. He’s not busy, so I’ll have him come talk to ya’.

She waddled away into the kitchen, and Fiona laid her face on the cool counter for a moment. Her face was so hot with the anxiety building in her gut. She lifted it as she heard feet shuffling near her. “Ma’am?”

Again, she asks about her daughter’s shift and if he saw or heard anything odd on Davina’s end of her shift. He knew nothing. He was stuck behind a range full of food on that shift. Where are you Davina? Who was that guy she was handling at the end of her shift? More thoughts ran crazy through Fiona’s chaotic mind. Everyone in the room was no longer there…only her thoughts…until Sharon brought her back to reality with another pat on the shoulder, this time to bring her eyes up from the counter and hear her.

‘You may need to make a report, Ms. Fiona. She’s not next door?’

‘No, I’m going in there next…but she’s not there. I didn’t see her car anywhere parked. I haven’t driven around back yet, so that’s my next step I suppose.’ She was frustrated and scared.

‘Do you want me to take Sebastian to play with Jenna? He can stay the night while you look around.’

Sharon would help out with watching Sebastian from time to time when Gammy had to go out of town to check in on their post office box out of town and when making sure to check in with the Marshall’s in Pulaski County, Arkansas on the nights Davina worked at the club.

‘Are you sure it wouldn’t be an inconvenience? I sure will appreciate it.”

‘Not at all, Ms. Fiona. I am glad to help.”

Sharon was scared too. She didn’t know why though. She didn’t know that they had been put there to be safe from Cole, a very abusive man who almost killed her right in front of Sebastian when he was just a year old. Both ladies head to the table to give Sebastian the news that he would spend the night with Jenna, Sharon’s daughter, and he was ecstatic. As most kids behave, he was always excited for a sleepover.

‘We were waiting for Davina, so he hasn’t had much to eat.’

‘I’ll get him the usual…go on ahead and handle what you need to, Ms. Fiona. He’ll be safe with me.’

Gammy kisses Sebastian on the forehead, grabs the truck keys from the booth’s table, and heads out the door once again to find her daughter. She looks around everywhere as she walking to her pickup…nothing. She hops in the seat, pulls away from the curb, and whips the big truck down the skinny alley on the other side of the brick building that housed both of Davina’s employers. As she creeps slowly down the alley, she sees it. She sees Davina’s Corolla. The driver’s door is still open. She pulls up closer, tears welled up in her eyes and heart exploding in her chest. Her keys lay there…on the dirty pavement.

Fiona calls the police. The dispatcher answers. “I need help. Please hurry”.

Untitled (for now) Part 2

If you read my Flash Fiction challenge post from 9/21/2021 hosted by Fandango, this is the third excerpt of the story I have started from that first #FFFC. In the second episode, the mystery of where Mommy (Davina) has gone or what has happened. Shall we continue? I think we shall!


Fiona heard the line click and the dreaded tone of a dead line ring back into her ear sending a chill down her spine. It could have been a bad connection, but there weren’t any storms in the area. It was that eerie feeling when you are coming into close contact with someone who scares you or the racing chest that pounds when you are in danger. Fiona’s face was white with fear.

‘Who was it, Gammy? You okays?’

His eyes were so sincere and innocent. She realized the fear she must be exuding in her body language, checks herself, and hangs of the phone slowly, laying her head on it for a moment. Her first thought was that Sebastian’s psycho father, Cole, had found them again and that Davina was in immense danger or…dead. It’s not that unexpected since she had seen in the movies how witness protection programs are not always protection. Witnesses get found all of the time in witness protection, and many end up dying by the hands of the psycho that they’re hiding from in the first place.

‘Everything is going to be fine, Sebastian. Gammy is okay, but, if you could grab your jacket, we will take a little ride to clear our heads and grab something special for Mommy when she gets home’

The problem was that she couldn’t even believe that crap spewing out of her chapped lips, and the sweet Sebastian, with Klaus at his side, went to grab his jacket. Indiana winters were pretty cold, especially when the wind would roll off of the Wabash. She knew that he knew something was not the usual because he cherished the little moments he would have with Davina.

Just then, he tugged at Gammy’s pants, smiled, and said, ‘Ok ready! We go get Mommy now?’

Perplexed in her mind, she said nothing back. She just smiled, took his hand, and led him to the car. She turned on the ignition of her black Chevrolet pickup and backed out. She had no idea where she would go or what she would do. She just remembered noticing Klaus staring at them out the same window previously occupied by Sebastian and his best friend.

She looked over to Sebastian, secured safely in his booster seat, and he was popping his head in every direction looking to see if they were passing Davina’s light blue Toyota Prius as they drove along the road. Fiona wished she would see her driving passed the truck too, but she also had a feeling in her gut that they would both be disappointed. When she arrived at their destination, Boo’s Crossroads Cafe, she pulled up, put the truck in park, and just sat there for a moment staring blankly at the building. She wasn’t sure if she really wanted to go in there and not see her daughter’s face staring back. She prayed she picked up another shift, but she knew she had not done that after calling earlier. Sebastian didn’t know that though.

“C’mon sweet boy…let’s go see where your momma could be?”

Good afternoon 😊

Challenges are coming a little later today. As some days happen upon me, this one has been really busy.

I wrote more on Untitled before bed, and it’s getting very intense. The plot is definitely building. I’m worried about Sebastian’s mommy.

Thank you to Fandango who had the #FFFC to trigger my creativity.

I will write again soon. Thanks to all of you for reading and following me as I express myself 🤗

Untitled (for now…)

If you read my Flash Fiction challenge post from 9/21/2021 hosted by Fandango, I left a bit of a teaser at the end of the post because I wanted to go further. As promised… let’s continue.


Every thought that could come into a little boy’s mind about his “missing” mommy was running like a race car through his brain. She was his world, and Sebastian was hers. She did everything for him and that wired hair dog. The dog had been by his side since his birth, and they were nearly inseparable. If Mommy, Davina rather, left the house with Sebastian, Klaus was sitting with ears on high alert and tail smacking everything it encountered each time they would return from their rare outings. The boy and the dog truly were like one unit functioning together to manipulate and get what they wanted, and they usually exceeded out of Davina’s guilt.

Still, he stood at the window on this Wednesday, and he knew her car should have already graced the driveway. If he knew the minutes, he would have counted them, but he was not old enough to understand time or the concept of seconds, minutes, and hours. Klaus had begun whining to Sebastian a bit, and his ears did not erect so high when the normal schedule started to feel “off”.

‘Gammy will helps…hers always know where Mommy gone’, he says with large tears bawled in his eyes as he leaves the window feeling lost.

Klaus followed with his tail lowered and unwavering as they went to find Gammy, which they found in the kitchen tapping her finger while sitting at the kitchen table with food displayed like a portrait for when Davina arrived home.

‘Oh! Sebastian, let me get your plate for you sweetheart”

Her demeanor showed her worry, but she tried to react as if she was okay for Sebastian’s sake. She sighed with smiles that were poised fakely across her lips. Again, he was young but very smart and advanced for his age. He was only 3, nearly 4 years old, but he picked up on emotions easily. Gammy was not her normal self. She was usually playful and sweet, and it was always genuine. Sebastian could tell that his grandma was feeling just like him.

‘No Gammy…where Mommy go now?’

She thought to herself, ‘If only I knew…I really wish I knew‘, but she said, “She should be here anytime now, babe”.

Sebastian did not buy the reassurance, at all, and he responded, “Not until Mommy eat wif me too, Gammy”.

Gammy, better known to others as Fiona, sat softly in her chair and smiled at him. She understood, and he understood her. She looked at the dog, and even he understood as he wagged his tale towards her gaze. Davina’s night job had her home by 4 a.m. usually, as a bartender at the local club. She took Wednesdays away from the bar to spend with Sebastian, but she did work her morning and evening shift jobs. Her other jobs were a bit of cleaning and working at the local diner. She went house to house and then went right to running table to table. After the shift at the diner, she would change out of her uniform in a gas station bathroom and head to the club named The Verve.

The clock was nearing night fall, about 7 p.m., and Fiona had already called everyone she could. They were unable to get the big blocky cell phones, as they were outside the budget, so they depended on landlines. She was probably thinking about that regretful decision of not making the investment at this moment, especially with as much as Davina was away from home. She really should have been home from her Wednesday evening shift at the diner a long time ago…nearly two hours ago.

As that thought crossed her mind, the landline rang, startling her. She walked to the phone at a fast pace and pulled it close to her ear,


The line was quiet, and she held it closer to her ear, readjusting it to make sure the earpiece was close enough. “Is anybody there?” It was silent.

My First Flash Fiction Challenge #FFFC

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge is a really cool prompt to get your gears grinding in your creative mind. This is my first one, so I hope you enjoy! Be sure to check out his blog and show him some love while you are there.

Photo credit to Sebastian Czubachowski at ephotozine.com

‘Mommy…where are you?’

Sebastian stood there with his nose to the glass as he lingered at the window with his best friend, Klaus. He could not recall how long she had been gone. He just stood there, occasionally glancing over to the dog. Tears were taking shape in his eyes, and his lip began to pucker just a tad. He was young, but he was also very smart. Time was passing, and he thought him and Klaus were all alone. It was almost dinner time.

‘Who will feed and ‘nuggle wif us now?’

The dog looks at him cocking his head to the side a bit at the high pitch of Sebastian’s tone. Sebastian stares back blankly but huffing his breath a bit about to cry. Klaus goes back to looking out the window, without a care in the world it seemed. He knew the other human was in the kitchen making some dinner and was starting to smell the aromas of the food, but the little man was very attached to his busy human.

Sebastian’s mother was the epitome of a rock star. She worked two jobs in the day time and one at night while her mother watched the boy for her. She was gone a lot to put food on the table and to make sure they had a roof over their head. The only days she had with Sebastian were on Wednesdays, and today was that day. Sebastian would wait for it every week like clockwork. Why was today different?