Flash Fiction: April 12th

My first Flash Fiction contest entry. Check it out from Charli at the Carrot Ranch for details of this week’s 99 word challenge:

It was official: I had gone batty. Bats in the belfry, Alfred in the Batcave serving lemonade and bats in the dugout, collecting summer rays and warming their metal handles for the next gloved batter contender. It was summer, the splendid season where sundresses, popsicles and grass stains abound. Need I say more? Summer in America, simplistic and beautiful, trailing on the dresses of fireflies, a brilliant schooner floating off of a child’s eager fingers. We hide the pickle jars with pierced lids back under the kitchen cupboard.

Let beauty transgress just a little longer, young one.

Author: Peregrine Arc

INTJ female writer setting out to become a published author of contemporary literature. Writing includes horror/mystery, young adult fantasy and science fiction. All opinions, mistakes and dog hair are my own. Thank you for joining me.

11 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: April 12th”

  1. I love the image of ‘bats in the dugout collecting summer rays and warming their metal handles for the next gloved batter. ‘ I can hear the sound of the ball hitting the bat, smell the new mown grass and see the fireflies in jars. Ahhh! You took me away.

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  2. My favorite line is, “We hide the pickle jars with pierced lids back under the kitchen cupboard.” That’s so indicative of childhood summer nights, collecting fireflies. Beautiful writing!

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