Fandango’s #Flash Fiction Challenge #Poetry

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #121

The photo Is from Reddit.

These beautiful whale sharks are my
favourite creatures in the ocean, bar none
I am 75, and before I leave this earth,
I will swim with them
Whenever I see them on TV
They look as though they are made of velvet,
another of my favourite things, soft, sensual
I hope to cross this off my bucket list soon
I will say no more, or I will go on for days
About their gentle beauty…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge ~#FFFC

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #117

For the visually challenged writer, the image shows a man riding a bicycle on a bridge and there are tall buildings that are partially or mostly obscured by thick clouds reaching down to the ground.

The image is from MilosCreativeArt at DeviantArt.

Growing wild, running through cornfields
Gran said my feet were on the ground,
My head up in the clouds
Lying in a field one day,
I wondered how that would feel.
The warm earth pulled me into a dream,
Where I lived in a city in the clouds
I tried telling myself to wake up.
I was dying to tell gran how it feels
Inside the cloud. It felt amazing.
I need to let her know there is no problem
Having your head among the clouds
Please wake up. I pinch myself
To burst the dream like a balloon
I guess gran was right
My head was in the clouds
Now my feet have joined it there
I hear myself screaming now
Please, wake up!

© Anita Dawes 2021

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #FFFC

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #116

The image is from agevla77 at DeviantArt.

For the visually challenged writer, the image shows a man dressed as a clown with a sad expression walking outside in a wintry storm.

His sad, painted face
The only colour in a snow-covered field
He shines out, like a strange fallen star
Calling out for help
Running from the circus
From his cruel ring master
Joey’s only wish is to find a place to call home
To wash his face clean
To let his heart love and be loved
He has run many times, washed his face
Only for the paint to return
Leaving him with only the circus to call home
Where he remembers selling his soul to be…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Fandango’s Challenge…

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #115

The image is from Harrison Haines at

For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows a man wearing a fleece hoody walking through snowy woods and casually carrying a shotgun on his right shoulder.

Faceless hero, or menace?
I could not tell
The snow blinding my vision
The sun gave him an eerie glow
as he walked towards me
My heart beat a tattoo against my ribs
I turned to run when I heard the shot
that crossed over my left shoulder
In front of me, I could see a fallen wolf
His hindquarters badly mauled
His mouth a mass of white foam
As if he had eaten a bag of marshmallows.
A hero after all…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #FFFC #Poetry

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #114

The image is from Pixabay.

Through the round pane of glass
My many pasts circle around.
We can haunt your mind when we please.
I hear the echo of those spoken words.
I see the hurt, the great loves that live on
A shadow behind me, unseen in need of healing
For the future to step lightly
For life to be free of karma
Will I remember when I leave this ancient place?
To walk with care through this new life
To leave no hurt, no broken hearts
Is it that simple, to grow closer to the source?
To leave this spinning world
To walk with the masters…

© Anita Dawes 2021

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Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #FFFC

The image is from the Google Photo Frame.

No men allowed; this is where we chill.
Away from male restraints,
macho thoughts, ego swagger.
Here we can fantasise about what waits over the mountains.
One voice will say, from the fat to the frying pan.
I see a world of peace. No need to prove anything here.
My friend sees a world of fairy tales
where you can be what you want.
Change it from day to day, minute to minute if you wish.
Yet not one of us would step away
from our paradise island, our home…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #FFFC

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #113

The painting is by Edward Hopper.

For the visually challenged writer, the painting shows a woman sitting at a table in a restaurant or diner. A man is sitting at an adjacent table and seems to be staring at her.

Early morning, she waits for her breakfast order,
Illuminated by sunlight.
The man opposite is looking at the young couple
at the table opposite her, holding hands across the table.
They lean in for a kiss.
He is watching people stroll by the large window.
The young lady in the blue dress sees none of this,
she appears to be lost in thought.
He watches as a young girl loses her glove,
no one noticing.
A cheeky young chap waves, as he passes with his mother.
instinct made him lift his hand to wave back.
All the time wondering why the young lady,
Lost in thought, takes no notice of the life around her…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #112

The image is from the Google Photo Frame.

For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows two sets of parallel railroad tracks heading toward a pedestrian walkway that crosses over the tracks.

Scoop out a large plot of land

Lay down your iron tracks

The journey planned through forest green

Birds song on wire above

Do you notice the time shift as you slide under the bridge?

The slight curve that shifts your body to the right.

The colour change as your carriage

emerges from under the bridge.

The sound around you more audible. Sharp, clear

The green outside bright, as if newly washed

Your fellow passengers relaxed, smiling.

A feeling of being blessed, almost immortal,

having been dipped in the River Styx

only without the Achilles heel

If you wish to become a demigod,

Then take the 139 at 8pm,

walk with our ancient heroes

That shaped the land…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge ~ #Poetry ~ #FFFC

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #107

The image is from

For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of a human skull placed on top of an old book. To the left is an hourglass and to the right is a single smoldering candle in a glass candleholder.

Time has taken its toll on book and soul.
The candle has gone out
The egg timer no longer flows
The devil called with death on its tail
Its quota must be met.
Those dodgers of time must be caught
They’re messing with the universal vibration
Their presence is abhorrent
They make no attempt to cloak their actions
Their aliveness
A slap in the face of the universal plan
Each story must be told as written
The hole in the net must be mended
For death to breathe a sigh of relief
For he too can die again…

© Anita Dawes 2021

This, That, and The Other… #FFFC #Poetry

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #99

The image is from Frantisek_Krejci at Pixabay

Grandad’s aged worn hands
Counting his shrapnel
Saving for his granddaughter’s birthday
Remembering the days when his time
Would have been spent
Looking in shop windows for her gift
These days he is trapped
Telling himself he will see her soon
As they both gaze through their windows
Looking at the same moon…

© anita dawes 2021