In the basement of a three flat walkup in Wicker Park…
“I don’t know why you are tossing perfectly good hair curlers, Cheryl.”
“I’ve got no further use for these, Ethel, that’s why.”
“Look at this macrame pot hanger, why aren’t you using it.”
“I hate it.”
“I love this old chair, what’s wrong with this.”
“It’s broken and I’ve got a new chair, you know that.”
“Love these decorations.”
“Ethel, you’re supposed to be helping me take this stuff out to the curb. If you love it so much take it home.”
“I don’t want your junk, Cheryl.”
The prompt I used was… I’ve got no further use for these. The other two were… writing is like sex and courage is a weapon. Knock yourself if you want to write some flash fiction.
Here is what I got in 25 mins or less, as directed by tnkerr. As with almost all Ethel & Cheryl stories… 100 words exactly.
Thought I’d also share this one with AnythingGoes!
“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.
“Your assignment this week is to write two hundred words on Miriam Ortiz Uribe.”
“Jonny, you know it’s ‘who is that’, and that is also part of the assignment to figure out ‘who dat’ is.”
“See, you did it!”
“That was an illustration on what not to do.”
“Not to figure out who Miriam Ortiz Uribe is?”
“No, you have to do that, just don’t say ‘Dat’!”
“Is it okay to use Google?” This from Mary Jane.
“Of course it’s okay to Google, how else are you going to know about Miriam Ortiz Uribe?”
“You don’t let us use our phones in class.”
“Do it when you get home! Oh God I don’t care, do it now!!”
A flurry of cell phones light up across the room.
“I know! It’s a woman.”
“She’s works at a radio station.”
“A disc jockey?”
“No you idiot, a reporter.”
“I like her hair.”
“Where’s New Hampshire?”
“It’s not Miriam, it’s Monica”
“Okay stop! Maybe I was wrong, it is Monica, please explore further, learn her history and the work that she does over the weekend and turn in your paper on Monday. Two hundred words at least.
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I hope you liked my two hundred words on Miriam Ortiz Uribe, oops it’s Monica. Your assignment is to learn more about her too. I will save you having to Google… Monica Ortiz Uribe.
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One of the prompts this week was… Miriam Ortiz Uribe … I still don’t know who that is.
One afternoon when I was 16 we went to a burlesque house called the Alameda. Three punk high school kids with fake IDs; the big deal was to try to get in the Alameda back then. We were scared shitless we would get caught, they didn’t care just took our money. This was in the late 50’s; it was an old theater that had seen better days, the kind with a little ticket booth out front. Everyone in there was smoking, so you watched the show through a haze highlighted by the stage lights. There was a three-piece band, as I recall, or at least a drummer. We watched some women glide around onstage and swing their breasts to make their tassels twirl. Just didn’t see what the big deal was, so after a few dancers we left. But, we had bragging rights.
I would love to say I saw Tempest Storm, but I didn’t. One thing is certain, I will never forget that experience.
I should tell you about the Moonlight Ranch sometime.
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One of the prompts this week was… smoky stage lights… That made me think of this story.
The Alameda Theatre opened as the Nippon Theatre in 1907 and sat 450. The theatre closed in 1960 during the redevelopment boom in Sacramento. And, Tempest Storm did play there.
Mother screamed “Sally!!!!”
‘Great what’d I do?’, thought Little Sally.
“Get in here, now!”
If Little Sally were older, she probably would have cussed. But she is not, so she just bit her lip and headed to the bathroom, pretty sure what the commotion was about.
“What is that?” Mother is wrapped in a terry cloth towel pointing at the drain of the bathtub.
“Oh it’s just a spider. Don’t worry it’s not a real one.”
“Oh, you know it’s not real? It looks real and scared the bejesus out of me.”
“Maybe it’s Bobby done it.”
“Bobby’s at camp.”
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This week’s prompts are:
- beach city camp meeting
- dog me down
- a spider in the tub
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes to write a story, have fun.
I added my story to Friday Flash Fiction
Bet shambled along, one flip flop ahead of the other till she reached the door, number seventeen. Another low point, again. She couldn’t seem to catch, or give herself, a break. The dim interior, after shutting the door, fit her mood, light peering in thru the crack in the blackouts, that was it, filtered gloom. He had left her in an awful state, his sudden departure, her only joy now was popping the tab on the can in the bag from the mini-mart. Tomorrow, Bet would dress and try to get her life back. But that’s tomorrow, this is today.
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This week’s prompts are:
- a cheap motel
- John’s long gone
Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need and, have fun!
I love how unofficial this Guild is, a product of my old friend TRK, who can never pass a prompt without writing. I wrote 100 to this one today, and in less than 25 minutes, which was suggested.