Under the Train Station by Wanda Hughes

Prompt: Leftovers | Word count: 500 | Genre: Drama

It’s eternally dark down here, drafty, too; steamy and dank, smells like dirty socks. The kind that Old Geezer wore daily without washing. Whispers come in the steam like mutterings of mad men. Movements, too, in the dark, I see them out of the corner of my eye, shapeless things shambling around the bend in the tunnel. Continue reading

No Help by S Emberson

Prompt:  Leftovers | Word Count: 502 | Genre:  Memoir

Grabbing the tupperware filled with remains of last night’s dinner from the kitchen counter, I rushed out to the car.  I had purposefully made extra dahl yesterday so I would have enough to take to the pot luck this evening.  Already running late, I still had to stop for gas, although my mind still had the time to notice with a smile that I have been in the US long enough to start calling it gas and not petrol.   Still, this was my first trip to the gas station in my borrowed car.  Pulling up to the green pump I checked the clock.  It was only a ten minute drive to the party from here, as long as I hurried I wouldn’t be too late. Continue reading

Leftovers by Patty Panni

Prompt: Leftovers | Word Count: 500 | Genre: General Fiction

 “Good morning, Seattle, and welcome to Leftovers, where we show you how to take what’s been left over and make it something fabulous and delicious.”

As the camera cut away for a break, Susan glanced at the ingredients laid out before her. Today’s episode began with half a loaf of stale bread, a piece of roasted chicken, an egg, a few cherry tomatoes, a bell pepper that had seen better days, and a small piece of hard cheese. Susan smiled. Just as in real life, there were a few different directions she could go with these particular components. Her thoughts flitted to Will, as they inevitably did, and to the path she had chosen since losing him. Continue reading

The Way It Used to Be by Suchita Ramphal

Prompt: Leftovers | Word count: 500 words | Genre: Drama

My hair blows into my face as I get out of the car outside my husband’s grandmother’s house. It’s always windy at this time of year, when we pray for our ancestors. Many believe the wind represents their spirits and is a reminder that they still watch over us. Continue reading

Wilting by Adam Jeffrey

Prompt: Left Overs  |  Word Count: 510  |  Genre: Fiction

He parks under the carport. Light rain tinkles the tin roof. He stares through the arc of clear windscreen to the lined weatherboard. His eye wanders from right to left along a single plank. A cobweb, a circular notch in the timber. There, the paint has bubbled. He moves up to the next plank and begins to scan left to right. Continue reading

Lumami by JTBLackie

Prompt: Leftovers | Word count: 500 | Genre: Fiction

In Pablo’s family they had a saying: ‘Donde comen trés, comen seis’ which translates roughly as ‘Where three can eat, so can six’. Basically, it meant that if there was food in the house, no one was to go hungry. As far as Pablo was concerned that meant he had no qualms about bringing other students from the University home for tea. His brother, Pepe, thought nothing of inviting in the kids from down the street and their father, Don Gerardo, regularly turned up with guys from work or the football club. Continue reading

The Green River Killer by Moira le Roux

Prompt: Leftovers | Word count: 500 | Genre: True crime fiction

Warning: Sex and violence

My name is Gary Ridgway but I am known as the Green River killer. It was not my intention to kill those girls as much as it was to set their spirit’s free. They were living on the fringe of life. Like the cutting of a suit leaves off-cuts – they were the leftovers of life. The nearly dead. The girls that no-one looked for as they had thrown themselves away. Prostitutes selling their bodies for the next fix. This is not what God intended for women. Somehow, they got distorted and it was my job to set them free.

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Mama Bear Celebrates by Debbie Gravett

Prompt: Leftovers | Word Count: 500 | Genre: Drama

Continued from Behind The Mask

Her nervous empty stomach churned on air and its own juices. Shoulders dropped from hugging her ears and her heartbeat lowered. JJ was safe and finally home. No sooner relaxed did the hair on Susan’s neck come to attention. The black SUV pulling up to the curb looked like the one he told her about. The one from his parent’s murder. Her scream vibrated the windows and he hesitated a second, then sprinted through the door she opened. They cowered by the window, peeking over the sill. The defeated black hoodie jumped back in and drove away. Continue reading

Expiry Date by Zéfira Maia

Prompt:: Leftovers | Word Count: 500 words exactly | Genre: Drama

Warning: suitable for all ages

As I close the kitchen door behind me, that foul smell strikes me again. I check the bin for the twelfth time. Nothing. The sink is clean. It can only be something in the fridge, I open it with inquisitive eyes; four eggs, two bottles of milk, a water jar, canned red beans opened last week. It must be it! I place it in a plastic bag and throw it away. Continue reading