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Little Sally’s Pail

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Little Sally left her pail in the grass.
Mr. Robert didn’t want to hit it with his mower so he hung it on a nearby shed.
Coming back with her shovel, Little Sally couldn’t reach it.
She went and found Bobby.
Bobby got down on all fours and Little Sally stood on his back.
She still couldn’t reach the pail.
So she jumped up… still not high enough.
When she came down Bobby collapsed.
Undeterred, Little Sally got the milking stool and made Bobby get back down on all fours.
Success.
Noontime, Mother clangs the dinner gong.
Little Sally sprints for the house leaving her pail in the grass.

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It’s always fun to find a new writing group. My pal Rochelle Wisoff-Fields  is good at finding them. Rochelle, who you may know from reading my stories, is in charge of Friday Fictioneers and herds over 100 writers each week.

Please check out Writers Unite. I enjoyed seeing their prompt photo and a story immediately popped into my head, so this is definitely a flash fiction.

SURVIVOR

I never did know why he wanted to be on Survivor. He said it was to ‘find himself’. I always thought that was bullshit, myself. I’d go for the adventure, to search for idols, see the chicks in their bikinis. Actually underwear, that’s what they make them wear. I would’ve been self-conscious doing that, just my luck they would choose something dorky for me to wear. Remember Phillip’s pink briefs? The weather wouldn’t bother me, just the rice. Jeff snuffed his torch first.

I wonder if he ever found himself, and where the hell is he, he never came home?

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When I saw this photo by Susan A Eames on Friday Fictioneers today I immediately had a story. I think it took three minutes to write, now, that’s 100 Word Flash Fiction.

Survivor is my favorite television show. Susan Eames told me she used to live in Fiji and took this photo there. That’s where Survivor is filmed, how about that?

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To read the other stories by FF Writers prompted by the guy in the tree, here’s the frog link. And what the hell! It’s barely noon on Wednesday and 39 writers have already posted stories. It’s FRIDAY Fictioneers, people!

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“Hi, Cheryl. Guess what, I’ve changed my lucky number.”
“No more 36? Ethel, why do you call so early?”
“I waited till nine.”
“On Sunday that’s early. What’s the new number?”
“23.”
“Oh, Michael Jordan.”
‘No, silly, you know I don’t like basketball.”
“The Lord is my Shepherd? And, don’t tell me you aren’t religious anymore.”
“I’m still Catholic and that’s my favorite verse, but not it.”
“Well, I’m done guessing, so tell me or get off the phone.”
“You know my interest in Cytogenetics, 23 is the number of chromosomes in a human sex cell.”
“I’m making coffee now.”

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Friday Flash No. 50 ~ 23

 

The Wheel

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“No, not going to Navy Pier and getting on that damn ferris wheel.”
“Come on, Cheryl, please.”
“No, take Betty, she’s the brave one.”
“Betty isn’t in town. Come on, I wanna go.”
“No amount of your begging will get me on that wheel, it scared the hell out of me last time and this one’s taller.”
“Only by forty-eight feet and you survived the last one. Don’t be a baby.”
“Don’t you ‘don’t be a baby’ me, Ethel. No.”
“Cheryl, you admitted you liked it last time. What if I treat you to Gene and Georgetti’s after?”
“Oh, maybe.”

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The Ferris Wheel at Navy Pier in Chicago

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I love Ferris Wheels. I missed this FridayFictioneers photo prompt by my pal Dale Rogerson somehow or I would have had the girls on it last week. I knew they would want to go, well at least Ethel, so I’m writing this now. I see Rochelle is raiding Dale’s photos again to give her writers inspiration. Here are the Ferris Wheel stories. FridayFictioneersFerrisWheelStories

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The Ferris Wheel was invented by George Washington Ferris as America’s answer to the Eiffel Tower for the 1893 World’s Fair in Chicago and was located in the Midway of the White City

INDISTINCT

Roger screwed up, he distinctly meant to be indistinct, it didn’t work, they all saw right through him.

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Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT? Write a story or poem with  just 18 words and send it to Sammi Cox.

The Virtue of Silence

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The Virtue of Silence

“Hi Cheryl, guess what?”
“Okay, what?”
“I’m taking the vow of silence!”
“You’re becoming a nun?”
“No, silly, I’m not going to talk for a day.”
“Wow, that’s one big vow of silence, Ethel. I’m afraid to ask, what prompted this?”
“You remember my interest in meditation?”
“Right, Betty got you onto that. It still bugs me that you won’t tell me your mantra.”
“The Maharishi says ‘to speak your mantra aloud is like pulling a plant from its roots’.”
“Oh boy.”
“A vow of silence is another form of meditation.”
“Well Ethel, it will be a sweet twenty-four hours.

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Another 100 Words with the girls. This time for Sunday Writing “It’s all in the title.” by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. They asked for a poem or story using one of the 10 titles they offered. I chose ‘The Virtue of Silence”

To see the other stories and titles chosen for Sunday Writing

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That Brow Look

“Don’t give me that look.”
“What look?”
“That brow look.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re scrunching!”
“What???”
“Your brow is furrowed and that upsets me.”
“Well, maybe you shouldn’t do things that cause me to furrow.”
“Right, my bad.”

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Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT? Write a story or poem with just 40 words and send it to Sammi Cox.

Yes, the girls are back. Who else?

Sunday Writing Prompt “5 by 5”

 

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Time

Jason rose from the bench, his teaching finished for the day. Bemused, he watches as she packs her sheet music in her bag and retrieves her cellphone; she is his least favorite pupil. Cara’s not a bad player, she works hard, and she’s better than most of his other students. It is the stench of patchouli oil that puts her in that category, so he holds his breath as much as he can while he watches her play the piano, giving advice from time to time. “See you next week, Mr. J.” “Next week, Cara, don’t forget to practice.”

The following week something is different. Same flowery sundress, same patchouli oil, same banging the keys, then it hits him. The hourglass has sand in it. “Cara, you have sand!” “I know, Mr. J, do you like it? I’m so glad you noticed.” How could he not, the tiny hourglass on the webbing between her thumb and index finger now contained sand, canary yellow sand to be precise. “Do you love it?” “I do, your hourglass has a purpose now.” “Time marches on, Mr. J.” As she packs her bag, Jason hands her a small gift box. “A little something from us to reward you for the time you have spent practicing and learning the piano. Open it when you get home.”

At her next lesson a delicate floral scent follows Cara to the bench. “Thank you so much, Mr. J, I love my gift. I thought it was time for a change too,” a knowing smile on her face, as she begins to play.

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Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie posed a challenge for their “5 by 5” Sunday Writing Prompt. Write a story or poem using one of five words in each of the following categories… a piece of furniture, a scent, a color, a shape, and an item carried in the pocket, wallet, or purse.

 

IGNITE… 17 Words

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🎶 Come on baby, ignite my fire 🎶

“No you idiot, how many times, it is light my fire!”

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I remember writing a story for sammiscribbles once a long time ago. I saw Rochelle wrote one today, egged by all around troublemaker Dale, and now they are making me do it.

 

No Flowers

 

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‘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!

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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.

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