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.

25 in a 25

“I”m in a fine kettle of fish. The nerve of that cop.”
“I told you you were going too fast, Ethel, you never listen to me.”
“I do too, Cheryl.”
“Then why do you have a speeding ticket, and in a school zone at that!”
“There is no school in session now, Cheryl, I don’t see why I have to go twenty-five.”
“Until they change the signs you have to go twenty-five.”
“I don’t like it.”
“I’m shocked, you tell me I have to wear a seatbelt because it’s the law.”
“Well it is.”
“Well so’s twenty-five in a twenty-five.”


Mindmovemisery’s Menageie ~ Tale Weaver #280

Little Sally Cooks

Early one morning, a girl is in the kitchen…

“Damn toaster!”

Grandma enters…

“Sally, what language, that’s not lady like.”

“Well, I’m not a lady yet.”

“With talk like that you never will be. Why are you up so early and what’s the problem, honey?”

“I was hungry. I put my raisin bread in and I can’t get it out. It’s stuck and I want it.”

“I thought I smelled something. Did you lift the lever up-and-down?”

“Why would I do that?”

“That’s how you get it to pop up.”

“Thanks Gram.”

Little Sally flicks the lever…

“It’s burnt.”

Tears…

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That’s what I got from the photo prompt, courtesy of  Ronda Del Boccio. Weird, huh? Write a story for Friday Fictioneers or read other stories, probably more about balloons, by clicking the frog.

Heavens to Murgatroyd!

“I’m thinking tunafish salad sandwiches.”
“Why? Ethel, you know I don’t like fish.”
“That’s so silly, Cheryl, just because you found a bone once.”
“More than once I found bones. They don’t pull them out right.”
“Salad?”
“Nope.”
“You can have a Devil Dog, I hear they make good hotdogs.”
“They don’t make the hotdogs, they just heat them up.”
“Well, have a heated up hotdog then!! I know you like chili dogs.”
“Nah, not in the mood for spicy.”
“Heavens to Murgatroyd! What will you eat?!?”
“For God’s sake, Ethel, haven’t heard that in ages. I’ll have the tuna.”

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Always fun to see one of my photos used for the prompt at Friday Fictioneers… Each week, 100 some writers making up 100 word flash fiction stories at the behest of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Nice to see Ethel and Cheryl show up for this one.

Here is where to find the stories…

Fade… 17 Words

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“Hey, what’s that Stone’s song, Fade Away or Fade to Black?”

Not Fade Away, fool.”

“Oh, thanks.”

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Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT? Write a story or poem with just 17 words, no more no less, and send it to Sammi Cox.

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I thought of my daughter Ashley, who is a huge Stones fan, when I saw this prompt. She can sing every song. You can pretend I speak the first line and she says the second.

 

This is a clip from the Mike Douglas Show in 1964. It’s hilarious and you do get to see them do Not Fade Away, kind of.

 

And, if you like Not Fade Away… have you heard Buddy Holly do it?

And… Jerry would be pissed if I left out the Dead!

Then, there’s Stevie Nicks.

And I saved the best for last… Austin City Limits… 20 musicians tearing a new one. Wait till you see who they are… I didn’t know Sheryl Crow played the harmonica… 11 guitars.

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…

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