“OMG”. Little Sally had been saying that a lot lately. She had heard someone on tv say ‘oh my God’, and when she said it, Mother told her not to take the Lord’s name in vain, “He is a gift”, if she heard it again she would get a spanking. Little Sally didn’t get it, didn’t know what ‘vain’ meant, definitely didn’t want a spanking. She asked Grandma, who said Mother thumped the Bible a bit much. Older Sister said, “Just say OMG”, so that’s what she was doing, not taking anything in vain. Mother just rolled her eyes.
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Charli Mills latest… September 12, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes the greatest gift. Answer it as if it were a question, or show what it could be. Go where the prompt leads you!
That 99 words always throws me off, I write 100 and realize it’s 99 and have to take 1 out. Here’s my story this week for the Literary Community.
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“Hi, it’s Cheryl.”
“Look, I apologize, for how I treated you, Ethel. I was thoughtless treating my best friend that way.”
“Well, thank you, I won’t stay mad forever.”
“Good, because I got tickets to your favorite band to make up for it.”
“My favorite band?”
“The Stones! Playing at Soldier Field! Remember when we saw them in ’64.”
“They were your favorite band, Cheryl, I liked the Beatles. I didn’t like that Mick, the way he jumped around.”
“Well you like him now, right?”
“Of course, silly, they became my second favorite band right after that show.”
(This is the end of this story, the first part was here… One Day!)
I’m sure Ethel and Cheryl enjoyed the show that night. My friend Catherine saw them in New Orleans with The Librarian on July 15th, and I will be attending their Seattle show with Ashley on August 14th! The last time I saw the stones was in 1966 in Sacramento with 3,000 other fans.
August 1: Flash Fiction Challenge… In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story a rock star.” (And is there a bigger one on the planet right now?)
“Ethel!”, screams Cheryl.
“You didn’t stop!”
“At the corner, no stop.”
“Yes I did, I always stop at stop signs.”
“No, you were rolling, that doesn’t count as a stop. And the sign says stop.”
“Oh for God’s sake, Cheryl, don’t be so picky. That was enough of a stop. You never yell at Betty when she drives.”
“That’s because Betty always stops at signs. You made a California stop.”
“What are you talking about, we’re in Chicago?”
“That’s what they call a rolling stop. You rolled.”
Ethel sighs as she rolls thru the next stop.
February 7: Flash Fiction Challenge The prompt was ‘Signs’… 99 Words, no more, no less.