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Little Sally’s Mishap…Wordle #144

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She was in a capricious mood while eating her Cap’n Crunch when the catastrophe occurred, making her feel lower than dirt and wanting to shrink into the woodwork. She had been banging her spoon on the bowl, and told to stop with fulgurant eyes from Mother’s rigid face she didn’t. Then, with a mighty blow causing her bowl to flip, her capacity for annoyance had reached a new level.

Mother made Little Sally wash down the table and all of the fiberglass seats before going out to play.

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Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie… This week Yves has challenged us to write a story using these words:

1. Catastrophe
2. Dirt
3. Lower
4. Shrink
5. Crunch
6. Rigid
7. Flip
8. Blow
9. Capacity
10. Fiberglass
11. Capricious
12. Fulgurant- flashing like lightning

Amateur… 51 Words

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The artist was having trouble making her amateur stay up.
After multiple attempts, she was near tears.
Her instructor, Ms Johnson, came to her rescue.
“You are simply doing it wrong, dear, it is supposed to be an armature.”
Zoey tried again.
Tears dried, her sturdy framework ready for the clay.

漭 漭 漭 漭 漭 漭 漭 漭 漭 漭 漭 漭

Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT? Write a story or poem with just 51 words, no more no less, and send it to Sammi Cox.

This story is for and Ms J

One Day!

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“For one day, Ethel! Is it too much to ask to have just one day when you don’t call me with some crazy request? A damn waterpark, really?”
“Oh. I’m sorry to have made you feel this way. I’m going to cry. I’m going to hang up now, Cheryl, you have hurt my feelings.”

Their phones do not ring each other for two days.

“Hi Ethel, it’s me, Cheryl.”
“I know who it is.”
“I’m sorry, can you ever forgive me? I treated you terribly, I’m an awful friend.”
“Yes.”
“You forgive me? Or I’m awful?”

~ ~ ~ to be continued ~ ~ ~

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July 25: Flash Fiction Challenge… I realize this is a departure from a true flash fiction story, as there is no end… yet.

This was the prompt… In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes the phrase for one day.

Darling

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“Boy, old man Dietz is fit to be tied.”
“What’d Tonya do now?”
“How’d ya know it’s Tonya.”
“Who else would it be? She really knows how to get his goat.”
“Is it serious?”
“Maybe, you should have seen him, he was red as a beet.”
“Well, what the hell did she do, Mark?”
“Called him ‘Darling’.”
“Oh, sweet baby Jesus, she calls everyone ‘darling’ or ‘hon’. She worked at a truck stop in Ohio once.”
“Well he doesn’t know that. Hey, I know, Kate, why don’t you call him ‘Hon”. Then when he starts to flip out, you tell him it’s just a friendly term like ‘Darling’ and doesn’t mean anything.”
“Maybe, if you call him ‘Dude’ first.
“Dietz! Are you crazy?”
“My point exactly. Tonya’s a big girl, she’ll figure it out. Maybe she can bring him a slice of cherry pie.”

尼尼尼尼尼尼尼尼尼尼尼尼尼

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Tale Weaver – #233 – Darling

Thanks to Michael at Mindlovemisery’s Managerie for the prompt.

No bugs, please.

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“Hi, it’s me.”
“I figured, Caller ID, remember?”
“Don’t be such a stick, Cheryl. New restaurant to try.”
“What kind of food?”
“Chili Dogs!”
“For crying out loud, remember that diner you dragged me to in Cicero, and then you didn’t like the chili on the dog?”
“Well, Betty says this place is really good.”
“When was Betty in town? Where is this place?”
“She was here for the bug exhibit at the Field Museum. It’s out front. I thought we could go and get a dog and see the exhibit .”
“I’ll go for the dogs, Ethel, but no bugs.”

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Here is the Hot Dog Stand Ethel wants to try. The Field Museum is in the distance. Currently they are showing Fantastic Bug Encounters!If you are in Chicago, stop by for a dog and see the bugs.

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I enjoyed the photo prompt Rochelle Wisoff-Fields chose this week. Lots to see in Roger Bultot’s photo, and I found a story. Funny thing… part of my inspiration for this story was one I wrote a couple of years ago. Guess who took the photo for that prompt???A Jukebox at Every Table

Here is where to read other stories for Roger’s photo… Friday Fictioneers

Grimace… 33 Words

Thirty-three steps, that’s the distance from life to death.
Thirty-three steps, how far from the holding cell to the table.
Thirty-three steps, last she would take, as the chemical cocktail achieved her grimace.

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Want to take part in theWEEKEND WRITING PROMPT? Write a story or poem with just 33 words, no more no less, and send it to Sammi Cox.

Enthral… 54 Words

She does so enthral him, when the Captain sees her.

“Lock her below. Put her in chains. Enthral her.”

“Aye, Cap. Right away, Cap.”

Later, under sail. The Captain makes his way below deck. Pushing open the door, a candlelit damsel.

“What dost thou want of me Sir?”

“Only to look dear, just look.”

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Thanks to Ula Grace for her assistance in this story. Want to take part in theWEEKEND WRITING PROMPT? Write a story or poem with just 54 words, no more no less, and send it to Sammi Cox.

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