Category Archives: Little Sally

A Story for Little Sally’s Auntie

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“Mommy, why would they call a man a penguin?”

“Where did you hear that, Sally?”

“I was watching TV and they showed a guy with a number eighty-seven on him and said he was a penguin.”

“Were you watching sports? What were they doing?”

“I guess, it was a bunch of guys skating around and fighting. They said he was the best.”

“Oh, that was ice hockey. I think the team in Pittsburgh is called the Penguins. Did you know your Aunt Betty loves to watch hockey. She likes the team in Detroit, so you can call her a Redwing.”

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My prompt today is one of my BFFs who loves to watch Ice Hockey and root for her favorite team… it is not the Penguins. 

One Photo Prompt ~ Two 100 Word Stories

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Unwanted Painting

“Sally! Come here this instant!!!”

“Don’t you think you’re being a little overly dramatic, Dear? What’s she done now?”

“You know what she’s done, Mother. Look at this mess, she let Bobby get into the finger paints. I told her to keep them away from him, and she left them laying out. Where is that girl?”

“Maybe you should talk to Bobby?”

“You know Bobby doesn’t understand things.”

“Maybe if you spent more time with him, showed him how to finger paint, he wouldn’t make a mess.”

“Easier to yell at Sally.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. I truly am.”

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Trip to Dick Blick’s

“Exciting news, Cheryl!”

“Well, hi to you too, Ethel.”

“Sorry, I know you like me to say hello first, but I’ve got big news.”

“You always seem to have big news. Spill it.”

“Kristi has accepted me into her class.”

“Okay. Who’s Kristi?”

“The painter you liked. You know I love her paintings and how I’ve always wanted to do watercoloring.”

“Is this that crazy one at the Bucktown crafts fair?”

“Yes, and she teaches classes. I’m accepted!”

“How much to get accepted?”

“Only $45 a class. I’ve a list, come to Dick Blicks with me

“Okay, Blicks is always fun.”

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I don’t think I need to give credit to the photo prompt this week, anyone knowing Rochelle Wisoff-Fields will know why. Be sure to read her story and the accompanying link for a fascinating look at a painter’s too short life.

To read more stories by Friday Fictioneers writers click the frog above. This week I stole him from my neighbor to the north Delectable Dale (I’ve never figured out how to add a link to an image so I have to ‘borrow’) She has a good story too.

 

 

 

 

 

Play Barbie for Me

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© Jean L. Hays

“Sally!!! If you ask me one more time today what time it’s coming, I’m putting you on a time out!”

“It’s on the truck. Supposed to be here today! Why isn’t it here?”

“Well today’s not over. What do you mean it’s on the truck? How do you know that?”

“Gramma showed me. She said it’s coming today and I want that Barbie.”

“Oh for god’s sake you have enough Barbies! How are you getting another one?”

“My nice gramma ordered it.”

“Well ask her or get dressed and wait on the porch for the UPS guy.”

‘”Nah, gonna play Barbies now.”

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Got this story the moment I saw the photo… Thanks Rochelle…Friday Fictioneers

More stories inspired by Jean Hays’ photo…

Thought I’d share with AnythingGoes…

My Random Musings

 

Cavalier… 64 Words

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“Don’t take a cavalier attitude with me, young lady,” said mother.

Perplexed, Little Sally went to find Grandmother.

“Gramma, what’s cavalier mean?”

“Oh heavens, where on earth did you hear that, child?”

“Mommy said I was a cavalier.”

“Really, were you being naughty? What did you do?”

“Nothing, of course, she just said it.”

“Well, it means you were disrespectful.”

“Oh, okay, thanks.”

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Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT#165? Write a story or poem with just 64words, no more no less, and send it to Sammi Cox.

Little Sally Decides to be a Dancer

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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 when?”

“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.

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Where’s Daddy?

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“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!”
“Mommy!!!”
“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.”
“Ow, Mother!!!”

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Photo courtesy of Donna McNicol

(Little Sally’s stories are always 100 words… exactly)

Tune… 10 Words

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The piano’s in big trouble… Little Sally changed its tune.

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Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT? Write a story or poem with just 10 words, no more no less, and send it to Sammi Cox.

Aeroplane Blues

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“Mommy!!!”
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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MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #313

Photo by Francisco Echevarria on Pexels.com

Here’s the link to other stories on this prompt…

Little Sally’s Tower

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“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 not.”

“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!”

“See!”

“Shut up, Bobby.”

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 Friday Fictioneers April 22nd ~ Photo Prompt © C.E.Ayr

Click Frog for more stories.

 

 

Little Sally Gets a Surprise

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© C. E. Ayr

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,
Ashes! Ashes!
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.

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FRIDAY FICTIONEERS 13 MARCH 2020

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. 

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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. 

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