#FlashFictionFriday – Jan 19, 2018 – ’Til Death Do Us Part – Alt. Universe Bonus Scene Part 3 #FlashFic #AmWriting

Flash Fiction Friday


Today’s Flash Fiction Friday scene uses the 3 words/phrases left in the comments of last week’s post:

tea – fuzzy socks – cardigan

…and these five words from a random word generator (see screenshot below):

choke – place – sticks – trite – tough

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I used those words to continue the “ALTERNATE UNIVERSE” bonus scene for ’Til Death Do Us Part that I started a couple weeks ago. This week it’s “only” a little over 1000 words. Anyway, this scene does NOT fit with the action in the published story, but instead offers a different rescue scenario for Henry and his fellow castaways. The first two scenes featured brothers Jonathan and Charles. This week focuses on Devon.

While it’s not necessary to have read the novel, ’Til Death Do Us Part, to appreciate this alternate universe sub-story, I highly recommend reading the earlier scenes in this thread before reading this continuation. Whether you missed it last week or just want a refresher, you can expand the spoiler tags below to toggle open the earlier scenes of this thread.

Til Death Do Us Part ALTERNATE UNIVERSE Scene - Part 1 – 5-Jan-2018
Til Death Do Us Part ALTERNATE UNIVERSE Scene - Part 2 – 12-Jan-2018

Click here for more ’Til Death Do Us Part bonus scenes and POV switch scenes.

Here’s Part 3, told from Devon’s 3rd-person POV:

Devon sat back and rubbed his belly. Even though they’d eaten just a couple hours ago on the island, it wasn’t as if he’d needed to force himself to choke down a second dinner of real food. Hell no, this meal had been so welcomed.

He’d been dreaming of a big juicy steak for years, but this chicken dish prepared by a fancy chef on this swanky-assed yacht totally hit the spot. No doubt it was a trite sentiment, but he probably could’ve cheerfully eaten a tough old horse.

Henry said, “I didn’t realize how much I missed something as simple as roasted potatoes. These are so good.”

Devon nodded. “Sticks to your ribs better than seaweed, that’s for sure!”

The kids smiled, and the older one, Jonathan, said, “Please have as much as you want.”

It was weird thinking of them as “kids,” considering Devon had been only about half a year older than Jonathan when that plane had gone down. He’d done a damned lot of growing up in those years, though.

The first mate, Dominick, stepped into the room. “Good evening, gentlemen. We’ve just received word from the coast guard.”

Movement in the room ground to a halt. Buddy had a fork perched halfway to his mouth as he stared with wide eyes at Dominick.

“Yes?” Charles, the younger of the two brothers who were their hosts on the yacht prompted.

“Families have all been notified. They were told you have Wi-Fi access until your transfer to the coast guard cutter, and they’re standing by waiting to hear from you. In case numbers have been forgotten, they gave us their contact information.”

He proceeded to hand a slip of paper to each of the three adult survivors. Henry looked terrified. Garrett stoic. Devon executed a fist pump. Unlike the other two, he didn’t have a marriage partner back home with the relationship status up in the air.

“Yes!” Devon said. “I can’t wait to talk to them.”

He glanced at his paper. It contained both the house phone number he recognized and Skype account info for one of his younger brothers. Yeah, he was totally going with Skype if that was an option.

“The Wi-Fi’s strong enough to video chat?” Devon asked.

“It is,” Jonathan assured him. “Though it might be best to stagger them rather than all attempt calls simultaneously to assure good quality.”

“Oh yeah, sure,” Devon said.

Garrett and Henry shared a glance then Garrett said, “How about you go first, Devon.”

“Awesome. Thanks.” Devon stood. “I won’t stay on too long so your families won’t be kept waiting.”

They nodded their agreement, and Jonathan led him to a private room and picked up an iPad. “Skype?” he asked.

“Right.”

Jonathan swiped a couple times and opened an app. “It’s logged into my account, you can use that to make the call.” He handed the tablet to Devon. “I’ll be just down the hall with the others if you run into any trouble.”

“Great. Thanks a bunch.”

Devon stared at the tablet in his shaky hands. This was it. He was about to talk to…see his family for the first time in almost five years. He closed his eyes and bounced in place for a moment, then opened them and paced as he punched in his brother Dante’s info. It was what…probably almost three in the morning in Wichita? No doubt they were pretty wired at the moment, though.

The call was answered almost immediately. He laughed, and happy tears streamed down his face at the chaos of all the bodies jamming in to get a look at him, then the confusion of everyone talking at once.

“Settle down!” Devon’s dad finally said. “One at a time. Let your mother talk to him first.”

The noise level receded, and they still crowded around, but Mom was shifted to the front. Her eyes were red and drippy.

“I hope those are happy tears,” Devon said. Of course, they were, but ribbing each other was how his family rolled. Not even, but rather especially during emotional times.

“I should ground you for the rest of your life for putting me through that,” Mom said. If she was trying to smother that smile to feign reproach, she was failing miserably.

Devon snorted. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’ve been punished enough.”

Mom put a hand to her chest. “Where’s my tea? Someone bring me that mug before I faint again.”

Again?

Devon cleared his throat as Mom shook her head and just stared at him as if drinking in the sight. She pulled the ends of her cardigan together. He was in the tropics, but it was the middle of winter back home. He could picture the fuzzy socks that would be covering her feet and couldn’t suppress a grin at the homey thought.

“So tell me about my funeral,” Devon said.

That got a round of laughter, and Dad replied, “Dante bawled. You’d’ve loved it.”

“Did not!” Dante retorted, but judging by all the cuffs he got, and the chorus of “Oh my God,” and “Don’t even try to deny it,” and “cried like a little guuuurrrl,” Devon was inclined to believe his dad.

“Please tell me there’s a recording.”

“Shut up!” Dante said. Everyone else fell into another fit of laughter, so there probably was.

Yeah, there was no place like home.

“Awesome,” Devon said. “Well, listen, we’ve got to stagger our calls, and I got to go first. Everyone else’s family is waiting to hear from them. Will I see you guys when the coast guard gets us to Hawaii, or not until I get back home?”

“Hawaii,” Mom replied. “They’ll call us in the morning with details.”

“Fantastic. Love you guys. I’ll see you in a few days, then.”

“Love you, too, Sweetie.” Mom choked up again, and Dad, and Devon’s brothers all nodded and mumbled words to the same effect.

After disconnecting, Devon took a couple deep breaths and placed the tablet on the table. He wiped the back of his hands across his eyes and returned to the room where the others were waiting.

He stepped in and said, “Who’s next?”

~
Words permitting, look for Garrett’s call next week.

Leave as many prompt words as you like in the comments, but I’ll only promise to use one from each contributor in next week’s post (although I’ll try to use them all).


2016 Rainbow Awards Runner-Up

Henry and Sam Miller-Greene are living the dream. They love their careers — which afford each of them opportunities to travel to exotic locations — they love their home, Sam’s caring family, and each other. They disagree on the subject of adoption, but are fully committed to each other in marriage … ’Til Death Do Us Part.

The dream is shattered when Henry’s plane crashes, and he’s presumed dead. But four people — Henry, two other men, and a child — survive undetected on a remote, small, and insignificant island. Will Sam and Henry’s love be able to survive as well?

Henry fights to endure in harsh conditions, never knowing when disaster will strike. Sam struggles with his loss, but with help moves on with his life. Will Sam be able to put aside his new love when he reunites with Henry?

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7 thoughts on “#FlashFictionFriday – Jan 19, 2018 – ’Til Death Do Us Part – Alt. Universe Bonus Scene Part 3 #FlashFic #AmWriting

  1. First Devon, next week Garret?? You’re a terrible tease, you know that?? 😉❤️

    Jokes aside, this was great. Loved “Tell me about my funeral” 🙂

    Ummm, my brain is still too fried to come up with great words for you. Let’s go with lunch (I’m waiting for it to be delivered) and Batman (because my husband watches one of the movies) 🙂

    1. I know. But we want to see their calls too, right? And Henry has to be the finale! Good words. I can make those work. 🙂

          1. So maybe words like:

            “Hi Sam, it’s Henry, your darling husband!”
            “Oh my dearest Henry, how I have missed you. I have been in the throes of despair, counting the days while you have been apart from me. Cursing the fate that so cruelly separated us”

            …will get me what I want?? 😁😂

            1. ROFLOL…That would be kind of cruel for poor Nash to hear, since I read back and had already established that it’s been 5 years. Nash would be living with Sam at this time, but they wouldn’t be engaged yet. But don’t get your knickers into a twist, I’ve already got ideas that’ll keep it from being overly traumatic for any of them. 😉

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