Living Well

flash fiction

Eleanor walked into the suite and smiled. The Surrey was a boutique hotel on the upper east side of New York CIty. They would be here for an extended weekend – to see a show, experience fine dining, do some shopping … and, of course, attend the board meeting. Tony would be formally voted in as Chairman and CEO of Harcourt Inc., the company that her father had founded. She and Tony would be running things now. They had always worked together, even though she appeared to be merely the supportive wife. Appearances can be deceiving. They call it living well … and they were.

(c) July 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Shadowy Figure

flash fiction

I remember that night so clearly. I had just walked in the door, after spending the evening at a friend’s dinner party. I turned on the hall light, and hung my coat up in the closet. I was about to pick up my purse and take it into the bedroom, when I heard a noise. I walked down the hall – there was a light coming from the living room. As I started to enter, I saw a dark figure standing in one corner. Not again! Miles had been dead for over a  year! What did he keep coming back for!

(c) July 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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Tranquility

flash fiction

I always knew that I needed to have a space that was my own – one where I could tune out all thoughts, one where I was simply at peace with the Now of life. And so I created one. Well, I have created many over the years, but this is my current space. Bare essentials – neutral walls, soft light, peaceful cherry blossoms. Here I don’t exist – I simply Am. My aim is to become so much a part of this room that I cease to exist as me – that I become invisible. May no cords bind me. I am almost there.

(c) July 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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Foggy Road

flash fiction

I have always loved the fog, from the time I was a child. In an erie way, I felt that it protected me. I could look out my window, and not see the houses around me – and they couldn’t see me.  I still love to walk around my neighborhood in the fog. It has changed some (the neighborhood, that is), but I still feel that sense of peace, that sense that all is well with the world.  Fog adds that little miasma of blurring, the fuzziness that takes the edges off of life. And so it is.

(c) June 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Shadow On The Staircase

flash fiction

I woke up sitting upright in bed, in a cold sweat. The dream, the one that I have had most of my life, was haunting me again. I tried to slow my breathing, and come back into my body. My fear in the dream was so great that I always woke up before I was really awake – the mind was awake, the body was not. The shadowy figure always appeared at the head of the staircase, moving away from me. A fleeting thought crossed my mind – the same thought that I always had: What in my past am I so afraid of?

(c) June 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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Japanese Lanterns

flash fiction

He walked through the party, smiling and shaking hands. The room was filled with diplomats and denizens of high society – all out to impress each other. The Metropolitan Opera’s rendition of Aida had been beyond compare. The after-party was not. He didn’t like the superficial conversation, or the pretense. He accepted a glass of wine from one of the waiters that were moving through the crowd. He would take the call, then leave. He was simply here to make certain that everythng was in place – and it was. At midnight sharp the lovely Japanese lanterns would explode, and havoc would ensue.

(c) June 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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Coffee And …

flash fiction

Do you want to know what real magic is in this world? It is coffee. Pure and simple. Coffee can create magic, but it also IS magic. I drink coffee in the morning, and I am magically awake, and ready to face the day. I keep a cup of coffee by my computer to help me connect with my inner muse. My stories flow. I make a special cup of coffee at night, and my evening takes on a sense of peace. Coffee is a very close friend – it never fails me. Always value the lovely magic of coffee!

(c) June 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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