Friday, October 13 Winners Keyword: puppet


Here are the winners for this week’s Friday Flash.



by Jo Pressimone

“Here, sweetie, have another cookie.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Puppet. Your cookies are as good as ever.”

“Oh, Paul, I will never forget when you were a boy. Everyday, after school you would be tapping on my door, pleading for cookies. But that was a long time ago. Now it seems that I never see you! Where has my Paulie been?” Mrs. Puppet’s very being exuded cheerfulness; everything about her smiled. Even her gentle chiding was done with pure love.

Paul shrugged guiltily. “Mrs. Puppet, I come as often as I can…”

“I know, dear. How is Amy? I still say she was the loveliest bride I have ever seen.”

“She’s as lovely as ever.” Paul’s broad shoulders sagged as he forced the words out, but managed a slight smile.

“When are you two going to have children? They need to taste my cookies!”

“The…The timing isn’t right, Mrs. Puppet.”

“You can at least bring your beautiful wife by. I haven’t even seen Amy since the wedding day. How long has it been now?”

“6 years, 5 months, 14 days.” Paul bit his lip ferociously and stared determinedly at the ceiling.

“That long? My, the days do fly! Why haven’t you brought her to see me?”

“Mrs. Puppet…” He hesitated on the verge of baring his soul to her. Everyday he sat in her apartment at the Green Valley Assisted Living complex and told her the same story, and it never got easier.

“My dear, you look so distressed! Here, have another cookie and tell me what’s wrong.”

The newspaper clipping Paul took from his pocket was discolored and well-worn. He handed it to Mrs. Puppet and held her hand as she read the article, dated exactly 6 years, 5 months and 14 days before. …accident resulted in tragedy… woman in passenger seat died on impact… driver in critical condition…other passenger unharmed…

Silent tears ran down Mrs. Puppet’s face. Paul allowed his tears to claim him as he sat down next to her on the bed and welcomed her hug.

“Here sweetie,” she choked, “Have another cookie.”


by Frank Sirianni 

I was a teacher, Chiron the wisest of the Centaurs. I taught the Gods. I taught Achilles, Jason, and Heracles. And I taught Man. My Father, a Titan. My Mother, a Nymph. I was different than the rest. I was immortal. I had the power to heal, and had the power to see. I gave my existence to free Prometheus. I had my place in the heavens. How I miss Mt Pelion. How I miss Thessaly. How I miss.

For it’s darkness now. That is my existence. I no longer light up the heavens. Brought out of my blackened pit only to toil. A new master, for I am the new puppet. Where’s the Titans now. Where are the Gods? Do you suffer the new task master as I? Or do you hide in the heavens. When I’m brought out of the pit to work, I feel your connection, I feel your power course through my being. Oh Zeus why do you let us suffer so? Is your lightening only to ease my work? Is that all the power you have left? For I cannot heal myself to ease my pain. I cannot see in the darkness for what is to come. Or are you puppets as well as I, just sharing your strength so we will all endure the darkness and the toil.

Why did I teach Man? I am a seer. I knew they would learn and find their potential. I knew they would outgrow us, no longer have faith and believe in us. But I didn’t know that once they’d outgrow us, we would change. I could only see that in which believes in us, all else is darkness. A darkness misunderstood. A darkness that was our destiny. A darkness that was us.

“Okay boys, move your feet, I’m trying to vacuum here.”

“Okay mom,” said one of the boys as they both got off the couch.

“You too, honey. Move it or you can vacuum the rest.”

“No, I’ll go do something else. I don’t like that vacuum.”

“What, my centaur! It’s still got a few good years left in it.”

“Maybe! When your done, I’ll put it back in the closet.”


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