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Flash Fiction Friday 008: Curbside by Ken Weene

11 Nov

Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday and the eighth piece of flash fiction in this weekly series. This week’s piece is a 249-worder entitled ‘Curbside’ by writer Ken Weene.

Curbside

The woman was without question flotsam washed into that doorway. Curled into an aged fetus, gray hair askew, rag coat cinched by clothesline and safety pins. Something to be avoided.

And avoided she was. Shifting their glances people slipped past. Not even a tut-tut or a so sad was uttered, for to do so might somehow obligate.

Carolyn would have chosen to do the same, but her Cairn terrier would not permit. Scruffy poked and prodded the derelict, smelling, biting, licking her face.

The woman didn’t respond.

Faced with her own discomfort, Carolyn called the police.

“A homeless person dying isn’t a police emergency,” the operator said.

Carolyn persisted. Reluctantly an ambulance was dispatched.

Unexpectedly, the woman survived – at least until the next day, when Carolyn, feeling a Chinese curse of responsibility, visited her on the ward for the terminal and aged, for the indigent and hapless.

The old woman’s breath was shallow and labored. Carolyn could hear the wheeze of her effort. Still the woman spoke. First there was appreciation. Then a promise of rewards to someday come.

When Carolyn took her leave, she asked the nurse how the old woman was doing.

“Let’s say she’s running her last dash.”

“Aren’t we always too late?” Carolyn responded.

On the way home she stopped at a florist. Yes, the bouquet could be delivered to her mother’s grave. Yes, many years too late. Why then, Carolyn mused, did she feel it was she who had received something of precious value?

Wow. I asked Ken what prompted this piece and he said…

I was in residence at The Writers’ Colony at Dairy Hollow, which is a place where writers can go to have time and place just to write without other distraction and responsibility. While I was there, one of the staff read one of my novels, Memoirs From the Asylum, and was sharing memories it evoked in her; her mother had been hospitalized for some time, and the then-young girl had spent countless hours at on that psychiatric ward.

That night I was thinking about her obvious pain but also the release she seemed to achieve by sharing her memory with someone – me – whom she felt would understand. It seemed that somehow in reading my novel she had achieved some greater capacity to love her mother despite the hurt of her youth.

Then came the story.

And what a story. Thank you Ken. 🙂

A New Englander by upbringing and inclination, Kenneth Weene is a teacher, psychologist and pastoral counselor by education. He is a writer by passion.  Ken’s short stories and poetry have appeared in numerous publications including Sol Spirits, Palo Verde Pages, Vox Poetica Clutching at Straws, The Word Place, Legendary, Sex and Murder Magazine, The New Flesh Magazine, The Santa Fe Literary Review, Daily Flashes of Erotica Quarterly, Bewildering Stories, A Word With You Press, Mirror Dance, and The Aurorean. Ken’s novels, Widow’s Walk and Memoirs From the Asylum are published by All Things That Matter Press. ATTMP will soon be bringing out Tales From the Dew Drop Inne: Because there’s one in every town. To learn more about Ken’s writing visit: http://www.authorkenweene.com.

If you’d like to submit your 1,000-word max. stories for consideration for Flash Fiction Friday take a look here.

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21 responses to “Flash Fiction Friday 008: Curbside by Ken Weene

  1. Sandra McLeod Humphrey

    November 11, 2011 at 10:15 pm

    WOW–powerful and poignant!

     
  2. morgenbailey

    November 11, 2011 at 10:17 pm

    Thank you for stopping by Sandra… I’ll let Ken know. 🙂

     
  3. Beatriz

    November 11, 2011 at 11:38 pm

    Forgiveness for the time she missed her mom’s final days long ago, I think that is what she received! Angels have many ways to come to us.
    Lovely! thank you for sharing.
    Beatriz

     
  4. Sheila

    November 12, 2011 at 4:35 pm

    THIS WAS WONDERFUL. I LIKE THE WAY YOU WERE ABLE TO SHOW THE EMOTION AND THE STORY WITH A MORAL THAT EITHER CONVICTS OR REMINDS US TO CARE FOR THE “UNLOVEABLE” AS SOME WOULD CALL THE OLD LADY. ALSO YOU DID IT IN SUCH FEW WORDS. THAT REALLY TAKES TALENT. I LOVED THE DESCRIPTION OF HER CURLED INTO AN AGED FETUS. THAT WAS GREAT.

     
  5. Salvatore Buttaci

    November 12, 2011 at 6:39 pm

    As always, Kenneth Weene is a joy to read!

     
  6. Salvatore Buttaci

    November 12, 2011 at 6:41 pm

    How do I go about submitting a flash to this site?

    Salvatore Buttaci
    author of Flashing My Shorts and 200 Shorts

     
    • morgenbailey

      November 12, 2011 at 6:58 pm

      Thank you Salvatore – if you’d like to take a look at https://morgenbailey.wordpress.com/flash-fiction-fridays the details are at the bottom of the page, underneath the ‘schedule’. I am looking for a Christmas story for the 23rd and ‘end of an era / new beginning’ for 30th December and Friday 13th story for January 13th, but anything else for another date.

       
  7. patriciacarrigan1

    November 12, 2011 at 7:08 pm

    What an intriguing piece you have written. I am sure you were very inspired during your stay. Thank you so much for sharing, I really enjoy reading your work.

    Patricia Carrigan
    Author Antiserum

     
  8. Kenneth Weene

    November 13, 2011 at 12:53 am

    Just stopped by to say thanks to all who have commented.

     
  9. hijoy

    November 14, 2011 at 5:08 pm

    This was beautiful, Ken! Good job!! Don’t know how many such people I’ve crossed paths with exactly like this- lost count after Skid Row. My family is only just above this; attitude and mercy being out primary covers to rising above so WE can help others, instead of being the ones in need.

     
    • morgenbailey

      November 14, 2011 at 6:12 pm

      Thank you for lovely comment Heidi. 🙂

       
  10. Laura McHale Holland

    November 14, 2011 at 7:20 pm

    Wonderful story! The end, which fit so well, took me by surprise. I’m now a fan of Kenneth Weene’s and of Flash Fiction Friday.

     
  11. morgenbailey

    November 14, 2011 at 10:10 pm

    Ah thank you Laura. 🙂 I have some spaces if you’d like to submit something…

     
  12. Kenneth Weene

    November 14, 2011 at 10:22 pm

    I really am delighted that folks have found this piece worth their reading. As we approach Thanksgiving here in the U.S, and Christmas and Chanukah all over the world, we should be ever mindful of those both those in need and those who simply need to know of our love.

     
  13. Yvonne Hertzberger

    November 14, 2011 at 11:14 pm

    Loved it Ken. A commentary on the human condition in just a few powerful words.

     
  14. morgenbailey

    November 14, 2011 at 11:30 pm

    Thank you Yvonne – lovely to see you here again. 🙂

     
  15. Sheila Deeth

    November 15, 2011 at 3:51 am

    Loved the story.

     
  16. Ronald Green

    December 13, 2011 at 7:54 am

    Short and very sharp! Well done; you conveyed everything just right.

     
  17. Kenneth Weene

    December 13, 2011 at 1:51 pm

    Thanks again for the comments. I am always most happy when my writing touches a chord in others.

     
  18. mia

    January 4, 2012 at 10:32 am

    beautiful !

     

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