Sunday, June 2, 2013

Sam's Street...A Short Story

Eerie Night

 Weekly Writing Prompt

Last week was crazy and I was unable to write a weekly flash fiction story. But this week's photo was just too good to pass up. The accompanying words didn't hurt, either. If you're unfamiliar with the prompt, here are the rules:

1) Use the photo and the 5 words provided in your story
2) Keep your word count 500 words or less.
3) You have until next Tuesday to link up your post.
4) Add your story to these blogs: Nicole, Carrie, Tena, or Leanne. Use the inLinkz linky.
5) Have fun, don’t stress, let those creative juices flow.

This week's words:

It's story time. Enjoy!
Sam's Street

Sam's arthritis flares up every fall. The man, two months short of ninety years shuffles over the forlorn sidewalks of his inner city, the city that engulfed him as he lived his life. He walks home late on Thursdays, the day he meets friends at Joe's Bar on the corner. Friends are fewer with each passing year.

The street talks to him, comforts and simultaneously harass his memories, memories of a carriage transporting newlyweds north to environs of unlimited possibilities, a recollection of children running carefree in the heat of summer.
If he dared close his eyes as his frail legs propel his worn body forward, the abandoned building on the corner transforms into Tony's Gym where he boxed as a teenager, where he dreamed his promotional fighter poster would hang proudly on the wall with the likes of Kid McCoy, Lew Jenkins, Fritzie Zivic, and Henry Armstrong. Though most of his senses have failed him, he can still smell the stifled air dripping with the sweat of the men proving their worth by beating the hell out of each other.

Now all those he fought--even Tony--are dead. Painful memories rise with each scrape of rubber on cement. He turns to his door, uses his worn key to gain access to the solitary existence of home.

Word Count: 220


  1. A moving tale, I really liked it. Good use of all the words too. Well done.

    1. Thanks Heather! It was one of those times when the words just seemed to fit extremely well.

  2. This is quite a sad story but emotional as well with a great use of the prompt words.

    1. Thanks Sally! You know, the story didn't start out to be so sad, but that's where Sam was going, so there you have it.

  3. You painted a vivid picture in so few words. Very nicely done.

    1. Thanks Vicki! When I was done I wondered if I should make it longer, but when I was done, it felt done so I stopped. That's the way it goes sometimes.

  4. Scott, this story is so endearing and moved me to tears. It makes me think of my husband's grandfather, Papa, (I love him as my own) who is 97. He tells his stories full of memories with the similar nostalgia as your character here. And the part, "There are fewer friends each year"-- oh gosh, my heart went out to him as it does with Papa because he constantly talks about his friends passing on. :(

    Anyway, this just really touched me. You always do such a great job with these stories. Nice work, again!

    1. Thank so much Leanne! I talked to my uncle this week and we talked about my dad. He would be almost 90 if he were alive. I wonder about how he would see things now--how his life would be.

      Again, so glad you liked it! I always enjoy reading your stories as well. Take care.