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!
Aaron leaves the new flowers for Sara and takes the old ones back home.
In a back room, his favorite framed photograph of her attached to the door, he leaves last week’s flowers inside, it is getting harder to shut the door, he thinks he may need to start another room soon as this one is getting full, it would be the third room, so long ago she left, now he only counts years, at first it was hours, then days, he hopes he does not have much time left, but then he always thinks that on flower day.
Aaron heads outside to tend to his rose garden.
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When I saw this photo prompt chosen by Nekneeraj for MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #323 it immediately made me think of one of my favorite art pieces and a story began to form.
Rose Window is an encaustic painting by Friday Harbor artist Fiona Small. I saw it at an art show, in 2012, and immediately bought it before anyone else could. I liked that she made the frame also, and have always put a few of my miniature roses on the ledge. They dry up and fall out over time. Lots of roses in bloom now, I will have to pick some new ones for my Rose Window.
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“Can’t get this song out of my head today. It’s driving me crazy.”
“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?”
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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Little Sally drug the kitchen chair across the linoleum, spoon in hand. She was positive she had seen a Ben & Jerry’s container when Grandmother had been putting away the groceries. She had been to market, that’s what she called it, market. Mother and everyone else she knew said going to the grocery store.
Little Sally did not like Mother’s new refrigerator. At all. She desperately wanted the old one back. She did like playing with the water thing on the door, and popping out ice cubes. But this freezer was on the top. What was up with that?
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