Don’t Run!~Flash Fiction

An inner voice chimed in telling her to stop. Her repulsion rose in her parched throat as she contemplated talking with this dirty human being who frankly reeked. Turning to run, she heeded her soul’s call and swung back around. Beliefs can be a strong influence if they are listened to carefully. “How are you today?”, she said mustering her feelings of kindness. The smile that broke on that blessed, cracked face told her all she needed to know. They sat together on the sidewalk for almost an hour. Talking about life, jobs, husbands and of course, dear children.


© Carol Campbell

Carrot Ranch

Charli asked us to write about daring and courage. This is one form of these qualities. Thank you, Charli!

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Published by: writersdream9

I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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27 thoughts on “Don’t Run!~Flash Fiction”

  1. wonderful story! I lived it today! I was out walking, saying hello as I do to everyone I pass, when a fellow at the park exit stopped to talk. I listened to his stories for about an hour until I was freezing from the temperature drop. He needed to talk about all the funny stories he had about local people and I didn’t mind listening, until it got too cold to stand still. 🙂

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  2. Powerful story, Carol! That’s a call to adventure we should each heed. When I was in Missoula last week, I walked around the downtown area and saw a homeless man with others as I passed (he was always walking, too). We didn’t speak, but our eyes always met. It made me realize how much easier it is to look away than it is to look at another human being in a difficult season of life. When I looked back at him and smiled, he’d grin big. What a blessing just to be noticed sometimes!

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