Cruising to the next Challenge

When word came they were selected as contestants, the brothers were shocked! And now that they were participating, they still had a difficult time believing. So far, the Amazing Race has been an easy ride. In fact, locals allowed them to borrow their tandem bike, just so they could wave and be on television. Cruising along, on what they knew to be the correct path, they relaxed and enjoyed their ride.

The elder of the two became lost in thought, until his panting broke him from the reverie. For someone in physical shape, why was he winded? He looked back and discovered his brother had stopped pedaling, and before he could say anything, the younger pointed ahead to what was obviously the next challenge.

The bike slowly came to a halt. WHAT IS THAT? You’ve got to be kidding. It’s no longer going to be easy.


146 words / Flash Fiction FFfaw 8-8

Host Priceless Joy “PJ” / Image by Dorothy

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Off in the Distance

Nothing ever happens here.

You mess up, ONE time, and you and your partner are transferred to a remote island. We’re the only lifeguard/water rescue team for the beach. What most call paradise, we deem “Snoozevile.” We miss the excitement of the thrilling sea and the BIG save! These crystal blue, shallow waters, are unfrequented by the locals.

To keep in shape, we enter the water and begin our paddling. We always shoot for 5 miles. Often times, we race each other to keep up our conditioning and speed. At some point, inevitable boredom will kick in, and we’ll probably practice tricks. Rolls. Who can hold their breath the longest.

Today, we decided to close our eyes and paddle to shore blind. That’s when we heard it. A muffled cry for help. Our eyes scanned and didn’t see anything. Grabbing the binoculars, I pointed and yelled:

“There! Two miles out”


Flash Fiction “FFfAW” / week 8-1 / 150 word count

Host: Priceless Joy “PJ” / Image: TJ Paris

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3rd Time’s the Charm?

With the cage held tightly, he moved swiftly through the, now familiar, rocky terrain at dawn. This time, he would not miss the damn boat as he had done twice before. He had escaped to this remote island for writing inspiration. However, due to the shallow waters, the only way to arrive and leave was by a mini boat once a week. The first time, he arrived too late and missed the departure completely. The following week, it was full with a passenger going to market their goods. Being forced to stay another couple, unexpected weeks, drained the remaining cash for room and board. His host took pity, and offered a chicken to barter as passage. With the sunrise, he could see the fisherman waving, motioning to an empty boat! In his excited relief, he tripped over a stone, stumbled forward, banged the cage open, and out flew the chicken!


FFfaw challenge 150 words exactly / week 7-25 / hosted Priceless Joy “PJ”

**Re-posting from prior blog