“Oh for God’s sake, Cheryl, what’s wrong now?”
“What do you mean, ‘what’s wrong’?”
“You have that look on your face.”
“The ’till my dying day’ look.”
“Well if you must know, I’m not pleased with your choice for lunch today.”
“You like diners, I thought you would like Buster Browns.”
“Look at this coffee, Ethel, look what happened to my coffee?”
“Oh. Well, that’s one reason I take mine black.”
“You don’t drink coffee, Ethel, you drink tea.”
“Yes, but you don’t see me adding any cream, do you? Just ask for another cup and some fresher cream.”
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This week’s prompts are: 1) What happened to my coffee? 2) Buster Browns 3) till my dying day
I decided to try to use all three this time and here is what I got in 25 mins or less, as directed by tnkerr.
“Hi Cheryl. I’m going to make meatballs, do you have a good recipe.”
“Are you kidding me, I’ve never made meatballs. Ask Mama Margie, she’s a real Italian, from Staten Island.”
“I thought Italians came from Italy.”
“Oh for God’s sake Ethel, they can come from anywhere as long as their relatives started in Italy.”
“Well Betty said she was a good cook, do you have her number?”
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“Hello, is this Margie? This is Ethel, a friend of Betty’s. I want to make meatballs and she said you were a real Italian cook.”
“I think I can help you, Ethel.”
Can you imagine Ethel cooking? I’m not sure I can, but that’s my 100 word story and I’m sticking to it. Friday Fictioneers is all about 100 Word Flash Fiction…
Here is where to find Friday Fictioneers and read leader Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
The photo prompt today is by Roger Bultot… It will be interesting to see the stories, I’ve already read a few good ones, click that frog to read them…
Here is my story, I was making meatballs last night to go with some spaghetti. There really is a Mama Margie, she gave me a baked ziti recipe once. She is a real Italian from Staten Island, but now cooks in the Show Me State.
I forgot to take a photo of the meat balls right out of the oven, but here they are on a plate with Arrabbiata sauced spaghetti, my favorite sauce. I will have to ask Margie if she has a recipe for Arrabbiata, but she would call it gravy, she is a real Italian after all. My sister Mariya, not an Italian but an Organic-an, steamed radishes, burdock root and broccoli to go with.
“Cheryl, to what do I owe the honor?”
“Don’t be a smart ass, there’s a dog in my daisies, I’m not happy!”
“Sounds like it. What happened, why tell me?”
“It’s the dog you and Betty rescued from that shelter in Cicero. I still don’t know what the hell you two were doing in Cicero.”
“That was last summer. Betty heard there was a boxer, and we saw this little terrier that would be perfect to replace Marty’s Sweetie.”
“Well, I loved Sweetie, but this one’s in my garden and Marty’s not home. Get over here, Ethel!”
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Charlie Mills prompt caught my eye today!
February 6, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story to the theme “a dog in the daisies.” It can be any dog, real or imagined. Push into the setting and as always, go where the prompt leads!
Author’s note: The dog in the prompt photo looks like Betty’s dog Luna.
“Hi, Cheryl, it’s me Ethel.”
“Okay, what do you want?”
“Cheryl, why do you always think I want something?”
“Because you always do, Ethel. I can tell by the perky way you say ‘Hi, Cheryl’. So, cut to the chase, what is it?”
“Well be that way, but since you ask, you have a snow shovel don’t you?”
“I do, and so do you. You got one when you worked at Wal-Mart, remember?”
“I can’t find it, I think I let someone borrow it.”
“That’s why I have mine, I don’t lend. Why?”
“My walk, could you shovel it.”
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Some 100 Word Flash Fiction based on the photo of Dale Rogerson’s front yard she sent Rochelle for this week’s story prompt. Do drop by Friday Fictioneers if you want to write a story, and click on the frog to read all the stories, some may feature snow:
Ethel slips past the barricade, with Cheryl hot on her heels.
“Ethel! What the hell are you doing? We aren’t supposed to go in there.”
“Oh silly, you know I like to live dangerously.”
“I think I would say foolishly. And you don’t follow rules!”
Ethel, tired of discussing the matter takes off down the dark hall. “I want to see what they are doing.”
Cheryl catches up as Ethel is peeking around a corner into the lit exhibition hall. She peeks around too. People wearing white gloves are positioning artworks on the wall.
“That’s Andy Warhol. I didn’t know you were a big Warhol fan.”
“I’m not, Cheryl, but I’m a big Marilyn fan. You know that.”
“Oh yes, I remember your blonde phase.”
They didn’t hear the guard behind them.
“Look, there she is!”
If you like Marilyn as much as Ethel and I and happen to be in Chicago, you can see ANDY WARHOL – FROM A TO B AND BACK AGAIN at The Art Institute right now. I wrote this with my friend Aggie Reilly in mind, who lives in Chicago and loves Marilyn too.
Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT? Write a story or poem with just 136 words, no more no less, and send it to Sammi Cox.
“I vant to drink your blood!”
“Oh hi, Ethel. Why are you channeling your inner vampire?”
“It’s the new book for my book club.”
“I didn’t know you were in a book club.”
“I just joined.”
“Sounds like draconian reading.”
“No silly, it’s Dracula! My new favorite author is Bram Stoker. He’s from Transylvania.”
“I’m pretty sure Bram Stoker was Irish.”
“No, I meant Dracula, he’s Transylvanian. It’s very scary, Cheryl. He goes to England because they are running out blood in Transylvania.”
“I saw the movie and I don’t exactly remember it that way, he’s spreading the undead curse.”
“Well, that too.”
Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT? Write a story or poem with just 103 words, no more no less, and send it to Sammi Cox.
‘Hi Cheryl. I’ve got great news, but I know you’re going to say no.”
“What do you mean ‘say no’, I don’t say no to everything.”
“Well, it seems like you do. Sometimes, before I even say what it is.”
“For starters, Ethel, sometimes you beat around the bush so much getting to the point, it’s easier to say no right off the bat and save all that time.”
“I don’t always beat around the bush.”
“Bullet points, Ethel, bullet points.”
“Okay, you know how much we liked watching Downton Abbey? Highclere Castle is now a bed and breakfast.”
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Every Wednesday Christina Kemp posts a photo prompt. Write a story or whatever you want to do based on the photo. Word limit 150. Ethel & Cheryl usually only take 100.
HIGHCLERE CASTLE AND AIRBNB (Highclere Castle has been fully booked, so you and Ethel are out of luck)
She was a delicate flower.
“Who was what, Cheryl?”
“Who is ‘She’? Why is she delicate?”
“It’s just a line in my novel.”
“Yes, Ethel, the first line. The only line. So, who is she and why is she so fragile?”
“I haven’t gotten that far, I’m not sure which way I’m going yet.”
“If you want me to read your story and help you, I need more than one line.”
“I didn’t say I wanted help. I just wanted to know what you thought.”
“Oh for God’s sake! Based on your story so far, I think she is a woman and is delicate.”
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Ethel has continued in her efforts to become a writer.
Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT? Write a story or poem with just 106 words, no more no less, and send it to Sammi Cox.
“Hi, Ethel, how’s the crime story? Did the guy find his keys?”
“I didn’t like that he lost the keys, so I changed it.”
“Ethel! You are the one who wrote that he lost his keys!”
“Whatever, Cheryl, now the bad guy is a woman.”
“Okay. How far have you gotten.”
“Nothing written yet, but it’s a great plot. She’s following in the footsteps of her father. He’s in prison for burglary. It’s called The Safebreaker’s Daughter.”
“I think it’s safecracker.”
“No it’s safebreaker, it takes place in London. That’s what Betty said they’re called, and she’s half English.”
(to see where this story started ☞ Security Guard)
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I loved this prompt by Charli Mills at the Carrot Ranch Literary Community… here’s the prompt: August 29, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about the safebreaker’s daughter. Who is she, what did she do, and where? Go where the prompt leads you!
There is even a song called The Safebreaker’s Daughter by Mean Mary
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“Hi, it’s Cheryl.”
“Look, I apologize, for how I treated you, Ethel. I was thoughtless treating my best friend that way.”
“Well, thank you, I won’t stay mad forever.”
“Good, because I got tickets to your favorite band to make up for it.”
“My favorite band?”
“The Stones! Playing at Soldier Field! Remember when we saw them in ’64.”
“They were your favorite band, Cheryl, I liked the Beatles. I didn’t like that Mick, the way he jumped around.”
“Well you like him now, right?”
“Of course, silly, they became my second favorite band right after that show.”
(This is the end of this story, the first part was here… One Day!)
I’m sure Ethel and Cheryl enjoyed the show that night. My friend Catherine saw them in New Orleans with The Librarian on July 15th, and I will be attending their Seattle show with Ashley on August 14th! The last time I saw the stones was in 1966 in Sacramento with 3,000 other fans.
August 1: Flash Fiction Challenge… In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story a rock star.” (And is there a bigger one on the planet right now?)