Moth Attack
He woke to his wife’s screams. She kicked him as she leaped from bed to gyrate wildly around the ger.
“What?! What’s wrong?”
“Moths!”
“Oh.” He flopped back into his pillow. “I don’t know why they bother you but not me.” He rolled over only to feel the fluttering, and then the crunch.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
T13 – Dinosaurs
1. Mongolia has some rich deposits of dinosaur bones, especially in the Gobi Desert.
2. Flaming Cliffs in the Gobi Desert has a bunch. This is where the first dinosaur eggs were found.
Suzie’s House 330 : First Gig
They were together. Emma could hear the difference in the music, and it wasn’t just the practice room. They’d been in the room practicing every day for a couple of weeks now and it didn’t sound new anymore. No, this was different. Everyone knew their part and played it perfect. Emma reveled in it. She felt like she could really let her voice out when the band sounded like this.
It wasn’t just her thinking it either. When they finished the last song they all just kind of stood there feeling it for a minute or two, then started talking about how good it was.
“Yeah. We’re good.” Bruce didn’t look happy about it. “That’s a good thing because our first gig is going to be this Thursday.”
The Serialists of Oct 30th
Featured Author: Sheilagh Lee whose serial is running much longer than she normally takes them.
This is the hub for The Serialists, a meme for people who post original, serialized fiction on their blogs. If you have one or more posts you would like for us to read, please put the direct link(s) to the post(s) in the linky. Remember to visit one another and comment. We all want to hear from our readers.
The Black Market of Ulaanbaatar
We went to the Black Market. The tour guide was very careful to let us know that Black Market is the name. It’s not an illegal market. It’s the largest, best known market place in Mongolia.
Whisper
She stood in the very center, directly under the dome where she did not belong and closed her eyes, the better to hear the voice of God. And soon it came. But no. Two voices spoking of their plans for her. She opened her eyes, but could only see her father and his friend.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
13 Steps to the Aryabal Meditation Temple
Early in the trip we went for a hike up to a Buddhist Temple. We were supposed to do some meditation there, but the monk was on vacation, so all we did was walk up and back.
1. We started at the gift shop.
2. I don’t remember how many miles we went, but it was a good long hike.
The Serialists of Oct 23rd
Featured Author: Ann Pino, who was supposed to be last week’s featured author. I still have no idea how that got messed up. Worse yet, I didn’t notice until way too late.
This is the hub for The Serialists, a meme for people who post original, serialized fiction on their blogs. If you have one or more posts you would like for us to read, please put the direct link(s) to the post(s) in the linky. Remember to visit one another and comment. We all want to hear from our readers.
The Kazhak’s Mosque
We went from the Kazhak family to a mosque that they attend. It was the first time I’d ever been in one. They had scarves at the entrance that we could put on our heads and a wall full of cubbies for our shoes. We all filed up to the second floor prayer room and wandered around. There is a domed ceiling/roof that really impressed me. If you stand under it, you can hear every voice in the room as if the speaker stood right by your side and spoke through a microphone. It was both wondrous and unsettling.
This building had been recently completed. Many of the more traditionally oriented of the congregation continue to use the old mosque. This one have 80 attendees, including women and children. This is a small fraction of the town as a whole.
Their Islamic faith is one of the things that set the Kazhaks apart. The highest concentration of them was in that town, which the guide always referred to as the Illegal Mining Town. Prejudice can be a problem in Mongolia, and Kazhaks are low on the totem pole. They formed a community much like China Town or Little Italy in the USA.
The mosque had windows running along two sides. From one of these you could just make out the dome from the old mosque in town. This was the only time on the trip that I recognized the presence of a mosque.
Golden Parachute
Theodor: Hah! You did not plan ahead. I have you this time.
Tina: My parachute might not be golden, but it isn’t like I never thought about my retirement.
Previously in Jack and Jill: Turtle, Turtle
The theme for this week’s Jack and Jill is parachute as suggested by Heather
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Camera Happy
While the gracious hosts offered everything from milk tea to fry bread, and the others all chatted comfortably, one tourist took pictures of everything; the food, the people, the ceiling, the floor….
“Why do you take so many pictures,” another tourist asked.
“I’ll never remember if I don’t.”
“Huph! I’m the one with Alzheimer’s.”
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
