SNOOTY… One Word Challenge

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“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.”

“Of Course Not, Silly”… Revisited

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This is the prompt for PhotoChallenge #305. When I saw it I was overcome with a great sadness and I knew I wanted to write a story. But, no story came to me. I tried, but it wasn’t right for Little Sally or Ethel & Cheryl who seem to have obsessed me lately. I was at a loss and then realized why… I had already written a mannequin story for Suzanne Purkis the editor of the Speakeasy at YeahWrite. It was for a writing contest, and I won that week. That story is one of my favorites, it’s on my past favorites page, I just couldn’t think. So rather than try to write a new mannequin story I’ll just tell you my old one…

 

Speakeasy#162  “OF COURSE NOT, SILLY!”

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“OF COURSE NOT, SILLY!”

“Until the day I die, I’ll never forget those glassy, unblinking eyes.” Her last words. She has been in a catatonic state since that day.

Elizabeth Grace had been a promising designer, and her sudden decline had been most disturbing to friends and colleagues.

After graduation, she had taken a position at Albrecht’s Department Store, as an assistant window dresser. She fared well under the tutelage of Miss Bethany, and advanced to first assistant in just months. Feathers had been ruffled.

It was just after Albrecht’s shipment of new mannequins arrived that it began. Elizabeth started talking to the old ones. People noticed. She had not done that before.

Hammered by younger hipper stores and internet shopping, Albrecht’s Department Store had been in decline for years, something had to be done. When Oswalt Albrecht III came on board, all department heads had been instructed to find new ways to bring in shoppers, or look elsewhere for employment. In Display, it was Elizabeth who suggested that changing to more stylish models would certainly bring in younger shoppers. “After all”, she said “they have been here since my grandmother was a child. Besides, they’re falling apart. I had to use one of the men’s hands on a lady, to hold her purse.” Oswalt III thought that was a great idea and authorized a sizable expenditure. Miss Bethany was pleased she would keep her job, and put Elizabeth in charge of all floor displays.

Oswalt III loved the look of the new mannequins, with their sleek unstaring faces, but could not bear to part with the old ones. “Save the old ones. I feel I know each one personally, and could not bear to see them go.” Oswalt II had grown up with them too, but was more pragmatic, since storage space was limited. “Save two dummies and all the heads.” So, the display heads were lined up on top shelves around the workroom, and the two old mannequins set in a nostalgic display.  A different set of feathers had been ruffled.

Elizabeth took her new position seriously, and could be found working late most nights. Displays were constantly being changed and mannequins dressed and redressed. No one could remember when the voices had started, but sometimes it seemed a violent argument could be heard coming from the display office. When one peeked their head in the door, only Elizabeth would be found, deep in concentration at some task. Miss Bethany was thrilled that Elizabeth had taken charge, it had made her life so much easier. When the voices started, she became concerned. The girls had always named the dummies, and she could only imagine how many different names those old mannequins must have had over the years. Even old Oswalt had his favorites, and called some of them by name. But Elizabeth had taken the relationship to a new level. Miss Bethany knew she talked to them, and swore she had heard them being asked for their advice. But try as hard as she might, she could not catch her. When she asked point-blank, Elizabeth smiled and said “Of course not, Silly!” Miss Bethany had never been called silly, but was not going to press the point, since she had been given a raise and was smart enough to know how she got it.  She also was not going to criticize the condition of the work room, which had gotten seemingly messier.

Suzanne in Children’s was the first to notice. Little things at first. A sweater here or skirt there askew on a dummy. Made right, it would be back that way the next day, exactly the same way. Then the switching started. Suzanne asked Mr. Silverleaf, in Men’s, if he had noticed anything strange, he said “Well I wasn’t going to say anything, but if you have seen it too.” They went over to Teen’s and checked with Jessica. Jessica suggested they talk to security, as it had to be happening at night. Mr. Kumar was not aware of any strange goings on, but agreed to have the night guy keep an eye on the displays.

When the mannequins in the windows started losing their clothes the whole store was on alert.  And then, the positions of the dummies started changing.

It was Eric who found her. The workroom was in shambles with heads strewn everywhere, their eyes pried out. Elizabeth was in the center staring down, her body shaking, calling their names.

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The Challenge is by Editor Suzanne at Apoplectic Apostrophes: “This week’s sentence prompt, provided by last week’s winner, Bethany, must be used as the FIRST line in your piece.  Reference must also be made to the media prompt, a painting by Albrecht Dürer… Portrait of Oswalt Krel, who was a merchant for the Ravensburg House in Nuremberg from 1495 to 1503.”

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To read other stories on this week’s prompt, go to… THE SPEAKEASY

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Well, I am in shock…

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Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie ~ Photo Challenge #305

I hope you like my story as much as I do and I don’t get kicked out of the Menagerie for submitting an old story… Ted

 

 

Little Sally sings The King

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🎶“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!”

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“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.

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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.

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Food Fight!… Six Word Story

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In the school cafeteria… “food fight!”

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From Shweta at My Random RamblingsSaturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #27

It’s simple… write a story in 6 words using the word… FOOD. Thanks to  Debbie Palen for letting me ‘borrow’ her image. I’ve seen this prompt before and when I saw it today that popped into my mind.

Epoch… 27 Words

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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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Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT? Write a story or poem with just 27 words, no more no less, and send it to Sammi Cox.

 

Little Sally and the Library Cat

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Little Sally looked at the cat.

The cat looked at Little Sally.

‘What is a cat doing in a library,’ thought little Sally. Little Sally didn’t particularly care for cats; she thought they were sneaky.

The cat didn’t particularly care for little girls; she didn’t think they were trustworthy.

“What’s that cats name?“

“Rainbow,” said the lady behind the desk.

Little Sally thought she looked unhappy by the door. She thought of all cats as girls, all dogs, boys.

She opened the front door wide and Rainbow dashed out, ‘Good riddance, no sneaky library cats while I’m reading.’

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February 20: Flash Fiction Challenge

February 20, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a library cat named Rainbow who escapes. Use this situation to write what happens next. Where does this e=situation take place, and who else might be involved? Go where the prompt leads!

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Special thanks to Ula Grace of Rutgers U for proofreading my story and saying it was cute.

 

Elysian… 56 Words

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“Can’t get this song out of my head today. It’s driving me crazy.”

“What song?”

“I’ll give you a hint. Let me take you down.”

“Uh, not getting it.”

“Nothing to get hung about?”

“Why don’t you sing the tune and not just say the lyrics?”

“Think, elysian.”

Why didn’t you just say that? Strawberry Fields!”

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Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT? Write a story or poem with just 56 words, no more no less, and send it to Sammi Cox.

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Dog in the Daisies!!!

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“Hello, Ethel.”

“Cheryl, to what do I owe the honor?”

“Don’t be a smart ass, there’s a dog in my daisies, I’m not happy!”

“Sounds like it. What happened, why tell me?”

“It’s the dog you and Betty rescued from that shelter in Cicero. I still don’t know what the hell you two were doing in Cicero.”

“That was last summer. Betty heard there was a boxer, and we saw this little terrier that would be perfect to replace Marty’s Sweetie.”

“Well, I loved Sweetie, but this one’s in my garden and Marty’s not home. Get over here, Ethel!”

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Charlie Mills prompt caught my eye today!

February 6, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story to the theme “a dog in the daisies.” It can be any dog, real or imagined. Push into the setting and as always, go where the prompt leads!

Author’s note: The dog in the prompt photo looks like Betty’s dog Luna.

 

Little Sally Pulls a Prank

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“SALLY!!!”

Mother’s holding Bobby’s hand as they ride up to the second floor. Mother is not happy, her daughter has disappeared. Again. She’d call once more, except she does not want to cause a scene in Nordstroms. This is their third trip from first floor to the fourth and then down again, waiting for Grandmother to finish her shopping in foundations. Grandmother is very picky when it comes to her drawers, and likes to take her time.  As if anyone would ever see them, thinks Mother.

“Giggle.”

Mother hears snickering behind her and turns to see Little Sally, smirking.

“SALLY!!!”

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Here is where to find Friday Fictioneers and read leader Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog. I sent Rochelle this photo taken by Swedish photographer, Ulrika Undén who exhibits her works at INSTAOLOGY, because I knew it would make a perfect prompt for flash fiction.

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Click this frog to read all the Fictioneers’ stories…

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I remember riding the elevator with my grandmother in Hale’s Department Store in Sacramento in the ’50s, and I think it was the second floor, the operator would call out “Lady’s Wear and Foundations.” I alway’s though it was such a funny word. I wrote another story about ‘foundations’ you can find it here… Foundations Please!

🎶 Snowdrops Keep Falling 🎶

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Little Sally, face upturned, stuck out her tongue.

“Mom! I got a snowdrop in my mouth.”

“You mean a snowflake, Sally. That’s what they’re called when it’s snowing, flakes. Now come inside, it’s freezing outside. And, shut the door!”

“Well this must have melted because it’s a drop now.”

Little Sally runs out across the front lawn, twisting and turning, tongue skyward to catch more snowdrops. Mother, not happy, starts to follow. Grandma’s wellies, way too big for her, she slips out falls in the snow and hits her elbow. Mother’s closing in fast.

Sally decides she better start crying.

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WORDLE #166 @ MindLovesMisery’s Menagerie

This week’s Wordle listed 13 words to use in a story. I managed to use 4 words in this 100 word story. Little Sally is always 100 words.

 

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