Grandma was watching a documentary, the loud drumming filling the air has caught Little Sally’s attention.
“Come in girl, sit up here with me Sally, you might like this.”
Little Sally watches the men twirling fire and women moving back and forth waving their hands.
“That’s what I’ve always wanted to be.”
“What’s that, honey?”
“A dancer. I’ve always wanted to be a dancer.”
“Since I saw these outfits. I want one, why’re they grassy?
“Because once people made their clothes out of what they could find. This honors tradition.”
“I’ll bet you can find it on Amazon.”
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Special Photographer this week, Rochelle probably didn’t have to steal this image… Photo Prompt © Jan Wayne Fields. Rochelle’s Frog of the Week holds more stories, give it a click…
I have invited an author friend of mine to join Friday Fictioneers. She started a writing blog because she wanted to try some flash fiction. What better place to start I told her. Look for GRIFFINSKEYFICTION… here is Polly’s first story… Aloha from Waikiki
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Oh look! Little Sally has found her grass skirt… only $7.95 free shipping for Prime. And you know what? This little hula skirt model is just how I picture Little Sally.
“Put the daddy in, Bobby. Do it now, I’m tired of waiting.”
Little Sally and her brother were playing doll house. Well, at least Little Sally was. Bobby was busy adjusting the arms and legs of Daddy.
“Bobby, do it now!”
“I’m tryin’ to get his legs right so he can sit on that chair.”
“They don’t bend, they’ll just have to stick out straight. Gimme that!”
“Let Bobby play too, Sally.”
“It’s my doll house, grandma gave it to me, an’ Bobby won’t play right.”
“I get to put the boys in.”
“Changed my mind, Bobby.”
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Photo courtesy of Donna McNicol
(Little Sally’s stories are always 100 words… exactly)
The piano’s in big trouble… Little Sally changed its tune.
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Bobby wasn’t happy. Little Sally pretended nothing was wrong.
Maybe it will go away, maybe Mother won’t hear him, maybe Mother won’t care.
“What is it, Bobby. Let me wipe those tears away, little man.”
Guess she heard.
Little Sally headed around the side of the tool shed.
“Sally!!! Come back here right now young lady.”
I’m in trouble.
“Bobby said you took his new toy, where is it?”
“Gramma gave it to me for my birthday.”
“It flew into the swimming pool.”
“Oh for God’s sake, Sally, it’s paper. How did it get there?”
“Sally flew it!”
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Photo by Francisco Echevarria on Pexels.com
“Bobby, give it back!”
“I didn’t take it, you’re being mean.” Bobby starts to cry.
“Sally, stop it now! What are you going on about?”
Bobby took my tower, it was right here.”
“Did too. Grandma gave it to me, it’s precious.”
“Did you look under the fridge, Sally, maybe it fell off.”
“Maybe the dog ate it.”
“Shut up, Bobby!”
Little Sally gets down on hands and knees and looks under the fridge.
“Gimme a flashlight, Bobby.”
“Get one yourself.”
“Mother!” Little Sally pokes around under the refrigerator with a finger. “Found it!”
“Shut up, Bobby.”
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Bobby and Little Sally are playing in the backyard, it’s been raining something terrible for a week now and this was the first sunny day.
“🎶Ring around the rosy,
A pocket full of posies,
We all fall down! 🎶”
“Sally!!! You didn’t fall down!.”
“I don’t wanna get my dress dirty, Bobby. No one says you have to fall down.”
Enter Mother, who puts something in the birdbath as Bobby and Little Sally start going in a circle agin.
🎶Ring around the… Mother! What’s that water doing there?”
“The sun is finally out, my new Solar Garden Fountain™!”
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Little Sally thought you might like to see Mother’s new birdbath fountain, so she took a photo for you with her new camera.
When I saw this photo of the fountain, by C. E. Ayr , I immediately thought of a photo I have of my father and his siblings gathered around a pond in their backyard in the 30’s. Like everyone else at that time they did not have a ‘pot to piss in’, but they did have a large garden where they grew food and shared with the neighbors. My father is the big one, Emily to his right and Bill, Laura and Gary to the left. There were goldfish in the pond and they are posing for Pops, I imagine.
I have one other photo, I would like to think it was a fountain, with my Uncle Gary, the youngest, maybe he played Ring Around the Rosy with Emily.
Friday Fictioneers’ Stories Here:
Mother’s putting a pie into the oven. Little Sally enters…
“Mother, what big eyes you have.”
“I think it’s grandmother what big eyes you have, Sally.”
“I’m not red riding hood, silly. I mean you, you had big eyes.”
“What are you talking about? And don’t call me silly.”
Little Sally holds out a photograph. Mother stares at the photograph.
“Mommy, why are you crying?”
“Where did you find this, Sally?”
“Sticking out of a poem book grandma has. What kinda picture is that?”
“It’s called a polaroid. First time I met your father, I’m looking at him.”
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The Sunday Muse is weekly photo prompt site for writers, poets, and blogging enthusiasts. Our goal is to keep you inspired and keep you writing.
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I was reading Björn Rudberg’s blog and saw his story, Hardwood Floor, an excellent piece of science fiction. I had not seen The Sunday Muse prompts before and this photo mesmerized me, I had to write a story. Not sure what to do, is it right for Little Sally or maybe Ethel & Cheryl? I thought of Ethel buying a print of one of Margaret Keane’s children and Cheryl being a bitch about it, dismissed that, and from big eyes I had a story. Let me know what you think if you have followed LS. Is there more than meets the eye in this story?
“Sally, when you are done I want you to put those crayolas back in the box and onto the shelf. I won’t pick up after you today, young lady,” said Mother.
“Put those crayolas away, young lady. Okay snooty,” whispered Little Sally.
“What did you say?”
“I said I will be happy to put the crayons away. They’re called crayons.”
“That’s not what it sounded like to me, did you call me snooty?”
“They were croylas in our day, little miss,” from Grandmother.
“Whatever, it’ll be my duty to put the crayolas away then.”
“You are on such thin ice.”
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Fandango’s One-Word Challenge Today’s word is “snooty.”
🎶“Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love” 🎶
“Sally, stop it!”
🎶“Just a… “🎶
“Stop it now!!! Do you even know what you’re singing? Mother are you playing records for Sally again?”
“Sure I know, it’s the king.”
“Elvis, yes. But do you know what a hunk of burning love is?”
“No but I like to sing it, and grandma said that’s what he was.”
“Well he sure was that. Please, try to learn some more verses.”
Little Sally went looking for Grandma.
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Kristiana Reed is a writer and English Teacher and likes to prompt writers. Burning is her March Writing Prompt #1. I thought of Little Sally when I saw it, and her she is in 100 words of flash fiction.
The first record I ever bought was a 45 rpm of Hound Dog. I had just been given a record player, and went to Tower Records, before it became Tower Records, and got it. I had been listening to it on the radio and like everyone else, well maybe not Ed Sullivan, loved Elvis Presley. My father told me to turn it down and go get some more records, I was 13.
The writer desperately struggled to write. The word he was supposed to use was Epoch. Unfortunately Little Sally had never heard of that word.
So, no story.
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