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Carnitas Anyone?

“As you are jabbing your teeth, do you ever stop to think with the tree thinks or feels?”

“What in the hell are you talking about?”

“The toothpick.”

“So what? You know I always get food caught between these two teeth, drives me crazy, it was your idea to get Carnitas.”

“But trees are living things, how would you feel if your bones were shredded into little picks?”

“I like trees too, but are you listening to yourself?”

“Oh sorry, the Wilson’s cut down their cherry tree and I was just feeling sad. Hey, how ’bout a churro for dessert?”

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Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie… This week’s Photo Challenge #359 by NEKNEERAJ is courtesy of Brooke Shaden. Love strange images like this and that’s my 100 word story. I’m trying to get my granddaughter Ula to write one.

More stories here…

Left or Right

“Which way should we go?”
“Why ask me, you’re driving?”
“Yes, but you’re the navigator.”
“What do you mean I’m the navigator?”
“You’re sitting in the navigator’s seat. Use your phone thingy.
“I’m sitting here because you’re driving. ‘Siri!’ See she doesn’t answer.”
“You have to say ‘Hey Siri!!!’.”
“Hey Siri, you bitch, where’s the outlet mall?”
I won’t respond to that.
“You aren’t supposed to talk to Siri like that, she won’t help us.”
“This trip was your idea, Ethel, I’d think you’d know where you’re going.”
“I know where I’m going, which way left or right, dammit?”
“Left.”

Sandra Crook’s photo, she writes as castelsarrasin, made think of a road trip to a shopping mall for Friday Fictioneers this week.

To read all the stories prompted by Sandra’s photo, click on the frog…

The Window One

Brooke DiDonato

“Hi, Cheryl, it’s me Ethel.”

“Don’t you think I know your voice by now, Ethel, you call me every day. What’s up?”

“What’s that Beatle song I like about the window? It’s my favorite”

“Ethel, you like all the Beatle songs, and if it’s your favorite why can’t you remember?”

“I have the tune stuck in my head but I can’t think of the words.”

“God you are a weird one, hum a few bars and maybe I’ll know.”

🎶 hum, hum, hum, hum, hum 🎶

“I know it! That’s the one Joe Cocker did too, The Bathroom Window song!”

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When I saw this photo prompt chosen by Nekneeraj for MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #338  it made me think of a favorite song.

You can see other stories about this window here…

They are coming!

One by one the lights of the city block winked out, the dark coming ever closer. Do the insect sounds seem louder, you think so as a shroud of anxiety settles over you, bringing worry, it’s happening, you tried to tell them, no one would listen.
A cell pings, a text, but you can’t find it, you ask Alexa for help… “Find my phone!”
It’s Sylvia… Is this what you meant, are they here? The lab lost power, generator not working.
An overwhelming sense of loss takes over you as you find your SIG320, making sure it’s loaded.
Yes, goodbye.

 First Line Friday! Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie 

One by one the lights of the city block winked out, the dark coming ever closer.

 Dylan Hughes first line and the photo immediately spoke to me and I combined the two to write this 100 word flash fiction. Click the Frog to read the other First Line Friday Stories…

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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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…

Mother, what big eyes you have…

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“Eyes Without a Face” by Digital Collage Artist Robin Isely

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.

“Oh, Sally!”

“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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Sunday Muse # 98

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?

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.”

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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Free Verse Revolution

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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“Hi, Cheryl, it’s me Ethel.”
“Okay, what do you want?”
“Cheryl, why do you always think I want something?”
“Because you always do, Ethel. I can tell by the perky way you say ‘Hi, Cheryl’. So, cut to the chase, what is it?”
“Well be that way, but since you ask, you have a snow shovel don’t you?”
“I do, and so do you. You got one when you worked at Wal-Mart, remember?”
“I can’t find it, I think I let someone borrow it.”
“That’s why I have mine, I don’t lend. Why?”
“My walk, could you shovel it.”
“Hahahahahahahahahaha!”

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Some 100 Word Flash Fiction based on the photo of Dale Rogerson’s front yard she sent Rochelle for this week’s story prompt. Do drop by Friday Fictioneers if you want to write a story, and click on the frog to read all the stories, some may feature snow:

 

 

 

 

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