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.”
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‘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?)
“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.”
“You forgive me? Or I’m awful?”
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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.”
“Hi, it’s me.”
“I figured, Caller ID, remember?”
“Don’t be such a stick, Cheryl. New restaurant to try.”
“What kind of food?”
“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.”
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.
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
A telephone rings on Chicago’s Northside…
“Hi, Cheryl, you used to teach swimming, I’ve a question.”
“I’m all ears, Ethel. Why do you ask?”
“You know how Betty got me started being a fiction writer, my blog? Whadda call the animal strokes?”
“Oh yes, your blog. I haven’t seen much writing there lately, thought you gave that up.”
“Writer’s block. Betty sent me the latest photo prompt by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, there’s a picture of this woman swimming also. Story!”
“Not that one.”
“No, isn’t there a frog one?”
“The breast stroke is also called the frog kick, Ethel.”
“Great! Perfect title too.”
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Betty tells me that Ethel is busy writing her first Friday Fictioneers story, but she’s having trouble sticking to the 100 word limit. If you want to write a story, everything you need to know is in the photo below, I think that may have been the one Ethel saw. The official prompt photo is at the top of this page, please use that one for your story.
“Hi, Cheryl, instead of mass this week I want to go to a Jewish church, because of what happened in California.”
“I think they are called synagogues, Ethel, or temples.”
“No, temples are the Mormons, you like their singing.”
“Love the choir, Ethel, but I’m pretty sure the Jews go to temple too.”
“I guess I can look in the phone book for a Jewish church.”
“Oh for God’s sake. They are called Synagogues or Temples!!! Google it.”
“I’m going to ask Rochelle, she’s super Jewish and writes books.”
“I think it would be nice to go, let me know.”
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When I first saw the FridayFictioneers prompt photo by Roger Bultot I thought of having the girls go to church, then I saw the Star in the window. You may know Ethel’s friend Rochelle, she’s written some books.