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Carnitas Anyone?

“As you are jabbing your teeth, do you ever stop to think with the tree thinks or feels?”

“What in the hell are you talking about?”

“The toothpick.”

“So what? You know I always get food caught between these two teeth, drives me crazy, it was your idea to get Carnitas.”

“But trees are living things, how would you feel if your bones were shredded into little picks?”

“I like trees too, but are you listening to yourself?”

“Oh sorry, the Wilson’s cut down their cherry tree and I was just feeling sad. Hey, how ’bout a churro for dessert?”

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Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie… This week’s Photo Challenge #359 by NEKNEERAJ is courtesy of Brooke Shaden. Love strange images like this and that’s my 100 word story. I’m trying to get my granddaughter Ula to write one.

More stories here…

The Dance Contest – Next Steps

My friend Polly sent me some photos of her great aunt, who was a professional ballroom dancer. She asked me if I would like to write a story with her. I loved seeing the photos and wrote the first chapter… here is Polly’s continuation…

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A continuation from Ted’s story – read part 1 here and inspired by some family photographs I recently found

Bella felt she could sleep for days, and perhaps she would’ve if she lived somewhere else; instead she was brought rudely to wakefulness by the clanking sound of the plumbing, protesting at her neighbours’ requirement for water with which to flush, shave, bathe and cook. All around her, apartment doors were opening and closing, feet clattering on the winding staircase. The street door slammed frequently as those living hugger mugger, having made their morning ablutions, set off to work.

She threw an arm over her face, shielding her eyes from light streaming in through her narrow window, but even that limb felt leaden. Bella’s legs were worse, her knee and hip joints screamed from overuse while her feet were throbbing as insistently as when she’d slipped off her dancing shoes the…

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Let’s Scatter Gene

“Hi, it’s me, you’ll never guess what.”
“What, Ethel.”
“You didn’t guess.”
“Oh for Christ’s sake! How can I guess if you don’t at least give me a clue?”
“I got something from Gene in the mail.”
“Gene’s dead.”
“I know Gene’s dead! But, I got a box from him.”
“He’s been gone for three years, so what’s in the box?”
“I think it’s Gene.”
“Open the box.”
“I’m afraid, can you come over?”

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“Evans Funeral Home sent it, not Gene, Ethel.”
“Where should we scatter him?”
“His favorite place of course, Lottie’s Pub.”

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Always fun when Rochelle chooses one of my photos for the prompt at FridayFictioneers. I took this when I was helping a friend move things to storage. It’s not Gene in the box, btw. To read other stories prompted by this image, click on the Frog…

Wordle #228… The Dance Contest

The sight of the forty three couples entering the shabby ballroom caused a stir in the air from the gathering assembled to witness the dance competition. Times being hard, the promoter could not afford an orchestra so a needle was dropped on a record and at the sound of the waltz the couples began to dip and sway as they moved about gliding around the dance floor. Many in the audience had brought their lunch with them and some might return after work to see who was still dancing. It was something to do.

Madge was paired with Ronald a man she did not really know but who had done well at a marathon in Cleveland and she liked his profile in the newspaper photo, he had style like a sex symbol from the flickers. So Madge sent him a letter inviting him to be her partner. He thought Chicago was a step up so he had agreed sight unseen. He was not unhappy when he saw Madge.

The competition lasted almost four days (ninety-one hours and twenty-seven minutes to be exact) before Madge and Ronnie as she was now calling him outlasted the other dancers. She had to pull him up from the floor as his need to sleep was sudden. Madge desperately wanted a shower and a lime rickey, but they needed to collect their prize money first.

After handing Ronald the cash, the promoter suggested they could become an indissoluble couple and do well in the walkathons. He had an even bigger one planned next month at the White City amusement park and wanted to use them in the promotion, suggesting if they could pretend to be married that would be nice. Madge said she and Ronnie would think about it as she slipped the bills from his fingers.

To be continued… My dear friend, Polly Cullen, who writes at GriffinsKeyFiction will be writing the next installment to this story. She recently found some family photos of her great aunt and I found a story in them. Here is Polly’s continuation… NEXT STEPS Neither one of us knows where this is going, come along for the ride.

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Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie… This week Yves has challenged us to write a story using these words: Records, Sudden, Lime, Indissoluble, Anodyne, Pull, Sway, Gathering, Symbol, Sound, Style, Profile (I skipped Anodyne)

Call… 41 Words

I call
What do you mean ‘you call’
I can call if I want to
Aren’t you going to bet first
Oh, forgot
That’s a big bet, are you going to call now
I call, three queens
Three kings, you lose

Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT#197 Write a story or poem with just 41 words, no more no less, and send it to Sammi Cox.

New Staff Member at TedBook

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ula on ferry after myanmar Returning home from Myanmar last year…

Last week the Publisher of TedBook sent out the following letter to a recent guest author:

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Today we received the following reply:

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Her first assignment starts January 14th… Stay Tuned…

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Left or Right

“Which way should we go?”
“Why ask me, you’re driving?”
“Yes, but you’re the navigator.”
“What do you mean I’m the navigator?”
“You’re sitting in the navigator’s seat. Use your phone thingy.
“I’m sitting here because you’re driving. ‘Siri!’ See she doesn’t answer.”
“You have to say ‘Hey Siri!!!’.”
“Hey Siri, you bitch, where’s the outlet mall?”
I won’t respond to that.
“You aren’t supposed to talk to Siri like that, she won’t help us.”
“This trip was your idea, Ethel, I’d think you’d know where you’re going.”
“I know where I’m going, which way left or right, dammit?”
“Left.”

Sandra Crook’s photo, she writes as castelsarrasin, made think of a road trip to a shopping mall for Friday Fictioneers this week.

To read all the stories prompted by Sandra’s photo, click on the frog…

The Window One

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“Hi, Cheryl, it’s me Ethel.”

“Don’t you think I know your voice by now, Ethel, you call me every day. What’s up?”

“What’s that Beatle song I like about the window? It’s my favorite”

“Ethel, you like all the Beatle songs, and if it’s your favorite why can’t you remember?”

“I have the tune stuck in my head but I can’t think of the words.”

“God you are a weird one, hum a few bars and maybe I’ll know.”

🎶 hum, hum, hum, hum, hum 🎶

“I know it! That’s the one Joe Cocker did too, The Bathroom Window song!”

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When I saw this photo prompt chosen by Nekneeraj for MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #338  it made me think of a favorite song.

You can see other stories about this window here…

They are coming!

One by one the lights of the city block winked out, the dark coming ever closer. Do the insect sounds seem louder, you think so as a shroud of anxiety settles over you, bringing worry, it’s happening, you tried to tell them, no one would listen.
A cell pings, a text, but you can’t find it, you ask Alexa for help… “Find my phone!”
It’s Sylvia… Is this what you meant, are they here? The lab lost power, generator not working.
An overwhelming sense of loss takes over you as you find your SIG320, making sure it’s loaded.
Yes, goodbye.

 First Line Friday! Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie 

One by one the lights of the city block winked out, the dark coming ever closer.

 Dylan Hughes first line and the photo immediately spoke to me and I combined the two to write this 100 word flash fiction. Click the Frog to read the other First Line Friday Stories…

EMBALM… fvr prompt #1 for sept.

Kristy, looking to embalm the air,
chose a sandalwood fragrance,
knowing it would please him.

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Love a good flash fiction prompt, this is what I got, Kristiana.

Thank you the freeversererevolution inspiration.

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