Derek R Henig
[ TRUK-ul ]
** Either a story beginning, a story ending, a piece of flash fiction, a poem—inspired by the word, truckle, where does it take me? Where does it take you?
“Hey, Rick!”
“Hey Todd, what do you need?” Rick smiled at his boss.
“I need you to take over for one of Beth’s clients. The client requested you.” Todd said.
[ shif-ə-NAHD ]
** Either a story beginning, a story ending, a piece of flash fiction, a poem—inspired by the word, chiffonade, where does it take me? Where does it take you?
What the hell am I doing here? Ben wondered. Yet, despite the uneasy feeling coursing through him, he also felt swept away in the decadence of it all. Two hours ago, he sat crouched in his little hovel, his home on the streets. Now, he was in a mansion.
[ per-i-gruh-neyt ]
** Either a story beginning, a story ending, a piece of flash fiction, a poem—inspired by the word, peregrinate, where does it take me? Where does it take you?
Landril’s foot slipped, and he dropped to his hands and one knee while his other leg dangled in the air.
“What the…” he said, his heart racing. That never happened before. Landril composed himself and found his footing, stepping down to his fallen foot, which was now firmly holding him up in the sky.
[ DEM-ə-nim ]
** Either a story beginning, a story ending, a piece of flash fiction, a poem—inspired by the word, demonym, where does it take me? Where does it take you?
Where I live, no one goes anywhere; instead, everything and everyone comes to us. And yes, I mean every word of that. So, once you come here, you don’t leave. You can’t.
[ duhl-sit ]
** Either a story beginning, a story ending, a piece of flash fiction, a poem, painting, dance move—inspired by the word, dulcet, where does it take me? Where does it take you?
The Bells of Harmony rang out, filling the air with its sweet reverberations. It reached Eleanor’s ears, and she stood up from the top step of the front porch.