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Let’s Scatter Gene

“Hi, it’s me, you’ll never guess what.”
“What, Ethel.”
“You didn’t guess.”
“Oh for Christ’s sake! How can I guess if you don’t at least give me a clue?”
“I got something from Gene in the mail.”
“Gene’s dead.”
“I know Gene’s dead! But, I got a box from him.”
“He’s been gone for three years, so what’s in the box?”
“I think it’s Gene.”
“Open the box.”
“I’m afraid, can you come over?”

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“Evans Funeral Home sent it, not Gene, Ethel.”
“Where should we scatter him?”
“His favorite place of course, Lottie’s Pub.”

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Always fun when Rochelle chooses one of my photos for the prompt at FridayFictioneers. I took this when I was helping a friend move things to storage. It’s not Gene in the box, btw. To read other stories prompted by this image, click on the Frog…

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…

Declutter Day

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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.”

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OLWG #148

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!

My Random Musings

 

Peristeronic… 53 Words

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“Hi Cheryl, I’ve got some bread, it’s going to be a peristeronic kind of day!”

“Oh. boy, where’d you get this one?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your word of the day, Ethel. Merriam-Webster, or that Google one?”

“Sammi Cox, she’s that writer I like.”

“You could’ve just said, let’s feed some pigeons.”

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Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT#168? Write a story or poem with just 53 words, 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.”


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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…

What’s wrong now?

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“Oh for God’s sake, Cheryl, what’s wrong now?”
“What do you mean, ‘what’s wrong’?”
“You have that look on your face.”
“Look?”
“The ’till my dying day’ look.”
“Well if you must know, I’m not pleased with your choice for lunch today.”
“You like diners, I thought you would like Buster Browns.”
“Look at this coffee, Ethel, look what happened to my coffee?”
“Oh. Well, that’s one reason I take mine black.”
“You don’t drink coffee, Ethel, you drink tea.”
“Yes, but you don’t see me adding any cream, do you? Just ask for another cup and some fresher cream.”

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OLWG #148

This week’s prompts are:  1) What happened to my coffee? 2) Buster Browns 3) till my dying day

I decided to try to use all three this time and here is what I got in 25 mins or less, as directed by tnkerr

Draconian… 103 Words

 

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“I vant to drink your blood!”
“Oh hi, Ethel. Why are you channeling your inner vampire?”
“It’s the new book for my book club.”
“I didn’t know you were in a book club.”
“I just joined.”
“Sounds like draconian reading.”
“No silly, it’s Dracula! My new favorite author is Bram Stoker. He’s from Transylvania.”
“I’m pretty sure Bram Stoker was Irish.”
“No, I meant Dracula, he’s Transylvanian. It’s very scary, Cheryl. He goes to England because they are running out blood in Transylvania.”
“I saw the movie and I don’t exactly remember it that way, he’s spreading the undead curse.”
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Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT? Write a story or poem with just 103 words, no more no less, and send it to Sammi Cox.

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The First Edition

The Safebreaker’s Daughter

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“Hi, Ethel, how’s the crime story? Did the guy find his keys?”
“I didn’t like that he lost the keys, so I changed it.”
“Ethel! You are the one who wrote that he lost his keys!”
“Whatever, Cheryl, now the bad guy is a woman.”
“Okay. How far have you gotten.”
“Nothing written yet, but it’s a great plot. She’s following in the footsteps of her father. He’s in prison for burglary. It’s called The Safebreaker’s Daughter.”
“I think it’s safecracker.”
“No it’s safebreaker, it takes place in London. That’s what Betty said they’re called, and she’s half English.”

(to see where this story started   Security Guard)

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I loved this prompt by Charli Mills at the Carrot Ranch Literary Community… here’s the prompt: August 29, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about the safebreaker’s daughter. Who is she, what did she do, and where? Go where the prompt leads you!

There is even a song called The Safebreaker’s Daughter by Mean Mary

Security Guard

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I look around for the keys, patting my pockets and scanning the ground, but they’re gone; that jerk stole my keys.
“Well, what do you think, Cheryl?”
“What do you mean ‘what do I think’?”
“Of my story! It’s a crime drama.”
“What story? Ethel, that’s one line. One line does not a story make!”
“Who said that?”
“I said that! For God’s sake you are exasperating. Let me know when you have actually written a story and I will be happy to read it.”
“Okay.”
“So, who lost their keys?”
“He’s a building security guard.”
“Ha! Some security guard!”

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Always fun to write a story for YeahWrite’s Weekly Writing Challenge. As always, I write 100 word flash fiction for this pair. Here is the prompt for Week #438:

This week’s occupation prompt, from YeahWrite #436 winner, Jen, is : a building security guard.

This week’s first sentence prompt, from YeahWrite editors, is: I look around for the keys, patting my pockets and scanning the ground, but they’re gone; that jerk stole my keys.

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Hey, I just wrote a follow-up to this story, check it out and let me know what you think… The Safebreaker’s Daughter

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