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Prompts for 19 September 2025
Write about an act of heroism
uncertain standing
“it doesn’t smell good”
A character who is just passing through
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Flash Fiction Highlights
Every week I will choose some (or all!) of the stories shared in the Chat to highlight in the subsequent weeks issue of Flash Fiction Friday. I’m loving all the stories coming out of this so here’s this week’s Flash Fictioneers! First timers are marked with a ✨
- The Tell-Tale Heart- The Next Morning
✨ - I can’t hear anything
- Sally Lightfoot’s Christmas Mystery
- Crystalline Crustacean
- True Love
- Puzzle
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Uncertain Standing
We’d been dating for four months, and I still seemed to be a person of uncertain standing in her life. She hadn’t introduced me to any of her friends; it was starting to be a point of contention.
She had lived in that part of town longer than I had, more than a year. I had introduced her to my work friends, shortly after we met, and my college friend, who lived nearby her apartment.
She hadn’t offered to introduce me to any of her friends. I didn’t like the fact that I had to ask her, and then ask again.
I decided to tell her, clearly, when we met for coffee on Saturday, that I couldn’t continue this way.
She looked at me anxiously, as if she was not certain of her standing with me. “It’s not easy for me to make friends,” she said, quietly.
I reached across the table and took her hand.