Send in the Clowns… 100 Words for FriFicSend in the clowns…
“Hey Cheryl it’s Ethel guess what?”
“Hi Ethel, what’s got you so excited today?”
“Guess what’s at the United Center?”
“OK, I’m waiting to guess, what is it!”
“You know I hate circuses!”
“But all the acts, the animals, the clowns are so exciting!”
“Especially the clowns, I don’t like clowns.”
“But these are special ones, the’re Okies, and they have red noses.”
‘Don’t all clowns have red noses? And what are okie clowns?”
“They’re clowns from the Ozarks.“
“Oh for God’s sake Ethel, Okies are from Oklahoma. Hey!!! Aren’t we supposed to be talking about Dale’s waterfalls today?”
With apologies to two of my favorite writers from the Ozarks.
Nikki stood looking at the tree stump for a very long time. Finally she turned and walked back to where we were standing, shaking her head.
Nikki sees things other people don’t see. When I asked her what she had seen she said, “I don’t know, but she was pretty.” I’ve learned to leave it at that and not ask questions.
We went and looked at the tree stump, but didn’t see anything. Didn’t hear anything either.
It was getting dark so we found Nikki and left.
Photo Prompt Artwork by Ingrid Endel ~ Thank you to Nekneeraj for the invitation to write.
Here’s a story I always liked…
“OF COURSE NOT, SILLY!”
“Until the day I die, I’ll never forget those glassy, unblinking eyes.” Her last words. She has been in a catatonic state since that day.
Elizabeth Grace had been a promising designer, and her sudden decline had been most disturbing to friends and colleagues.
After graduation, she had taken a position at Albrecht’s Department Store, as an assistant window dresser. She fared well under the tutelage of Miss Bethany, and advanced to first assistant in just months. Feathers had been ruffled.
It was just after Albrecht’s shipment of new mannequins arrived that it began. Elizabeth started talking to the old ones. People noticed. She had not done that before.
Hammered by younger hipper stores and internet shopping, Albrecht’s Department Store had been in decline for years, something had to be done. When Oswalt Albrecht III came on board, all department heads had been instructed to find…
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I do not reblog a lot of writer’s work, but I am so loving my friend Björn’s poem I wanted to share it.
The late Mrs. Emel Mackenzie
always came early to better
be able to notice
the lateness of others,
and hence at her funeral
the pews had started to fill
an hour before
the service had started,
but when she safely was buried —
A second Quadrille for Kim at dVerse.
October 22, 2018
‘He felt just a little more intoxicated than he’d planned.’… Excerpt from Police Report #YW384 9/4/18
Really? Bullshit! You never plan to get ‘intoxicated’, you always plan to get stinking drunk. Those cops must have had a good laugh over that one.
Local Florist Reports Break In… In the early morning hours someone forced open the rear door of Robin’s Floral Chateau, gaining unauthorized entry. According to the report Robin gave the police, they only took one bouquet. “The funny thing is, they left a handful of quarters on the counter,” she said, “can you fingerprint quarters?” Police are examining the surveillance camera from the nightclub next door. The Online Journal 9/4/18
It will be fun to see how that jerk delivers the flowers, I know who they’re for. Better not be in person either, he was so pissed when I got the restraining order, but he scares me now. So loving at first then the drinking started, I’d never been with a man before, it was different, exciting, forbidden fruit I guess. The guys at The Ramrod warned me, I didn’t want to hear it. Those flowers had better be for me.
Trail Of Petals Leads To Flower Bandit… “After reviewing the surveillance tapes from The Ramrod, we determined that Mr. Kite, known to the bar, was the culprit. Upon arriving at his residence, we noticed suspicious petals on the front seat of his vehicle. Mr. Kite admitted to the theft but could not explain the whereabouts of the floral arrangement. I booked him on breaking and entering and a DUI charge,” stated Sargent Lowe. The Online Journal 9/4/18
Still no flowers, after posting his bail, no flowers. Asshole!
I haven’t done a flash fiction forYeahWrite in ages. I thought it would be fun when I saw the prompt, this is what came out. Here are the instructions:
The first prompt is a mandatory opening sentence. This must be the first line of your story. The line, from YeahWrite #384 fiction|poetry winner Marcus Gustafson, is: He felt just a little more intoxicated than he’d planned.
The second prompt is the Narrator’s Point of View. The Narrator, from the YeahWrite editors, is: the main character’s ex.
Going Green… a Drabble for FriFic…A telephone rings in Chicago…
“Hi, Cheryl. Guess what, I’m going green.”
“Yep, I’m turning over a new leaf, no pun intended. I’m a recycler now.”
“Oh really? How long have you been green?”
“Three days. I’m building a compost pit too and need some help digging. I’ll need some worms.”
“Wait a minute. I’m not touching any worms, and what do they have to do with going green?”
“Less stuff in the landfill, the worms eat the stuff you put in the pit and make fertilizer or something like that.”
“Ethel, you have one planter box in your window.”
“I know, exciting huh?”
This story is dedicated to my sister Mariya…
Crime Under an Assumed Name… a drabble for FriFric
“Cheryl, it’s Ethel. I need to come over and see a show.”
“Well, hello to you too, Ethel. What show has got you in a lather now?”
“CB Strike, it’s on Cinemax.”
” Why do you have to watch at my house, you have Cinemax?”
“I dropped it when I decided not to watch television.”
“Oh, but it’s okay to watch TV at my house? Why this show?”
“It was written by the lady who wrote Harry Potter.”
“JK Rollings, why haven’t I heard of it.”
“She used a fake name, Robert Galbraith, British crime story.”
“Okay, I like those.”
Somehow I missed that one back in 2012, Rochelle, I was pretty regular back then. I’ll make up for it now. Thanks to J Hardy Carroll for the prompt.
How Many Does It Take… a Drabble for FriFic
“Hi, Cheryl, it’s me, Ethel. I have a big favor to ask.”
“Ask away, Ethel?”
“Do you remember my new chandelier?”
“I wouldn’t exactly call it a chandelier, but go on.”
“It burned out, I was wondering if you could help me.”
“Is this one of those ‘how many does it take to change a light bulb’ jokes?”
“No, this is serious. Would you come over and hold me up so I can put a new one in? I’ll be quick.”
“Oh for God’s sake. How bout I bring my ladder and hold you so you don’t fall off?”
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Like A Top… a Drabble for FriFic
You are watching from your window, peering thru the slats of your blinds, you don’t like to appear nosy. She is in the neighbor’s yard, just spinning around. Looking up at the sun and spinning, arms raised upwards. She looks joyous.
“Who’s that little girl, have you seen her before?” you ask yourself, just curious, you don’t think they have kids.
She looks so thin, frail almost, her clothes are filthy, hair unkempt. From the doorway, the neighbors rush out and start shaking her. The man drags her to the house, the woman looks around.
You reach for the phone.
Love the photo by J Hardy Carroll, as I do love carnivals and fairs, but my story took a different direction as I thought of a recent story in the news. To see more of Friday Fictioneers’ writings click on the frog…