She was a delicate flower.
“Who was what, Cheryl?”
“Who is ‘She’? Why is she delicate?”
“It’s just a line in my novel.”
“Yes, Ethel, the first line. The only line. So, who is she and why is she so fragile?”
“I haven’t gotten that far, I’m not sure which way I’m going yet.”
“If you want me to read your story and help you, I need more than one line.”
“I didn’t say I wanted help. I just wanted to know what you thought.”
“Oh for God’s sake! Based on your story so far, I think she is a woman and is delicate.”
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Ethel has continued in her efforts to become a writer.
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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
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.”
“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
“Bits-and-Pieces!” Little Sally was perplexed, Granny always said ‘bits-an-pieces’ when she was bothered and it made her feel close to her grandmother by saying ‘bits-an-pieces’. It was her new thing. What had Little Sally in such a dither was that her new bow would not stay in her hair, she needed her bow. She would be playing and all of a sudden it would be in her face flopping around. It was pretty, pink with yellow spots, Sally’s favorite colors. She liked pink and yellow for everything, except chickenpox. Her brother had had chickenpox and he did not look good pink and yellow. Little Sally had been bundled off to Granny’s soon as that happened, but she remembered how icky he looked and hoped she would never be chickenpoxed.
As Sally was sticking her bow back on her head she got creamy filling from the Twinkie she was eating all over and now it was in her hair. “Bits-an-pieces!” Mother did not like Little Sally eating anything fun. She was fond of saying, you are what you eat. Sally didn’t quite know what that meant, but knew she would rather be sweet than something like artichoke, broccoli or, God forbid, liver and onions.
Mother looked at Little Sally a little more suspiciously than Sally would have liked, but didn’t say anything as Sally traipsed through the kitchen on her way to the backyard to play. Mother’s raised eyebrow was enough. At least the bow was now firmly stuck in place.
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~ ~ ~ the story continues ~ ~ ~
“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?)
She was in a capricious mood while eating her Cap’n Crunch when the catastrophe occurred, making her feel lower than dirt and wanting to shrink into the woodwork. She had been banging her spoon on the bowl, and told to stop with fulgurant eyes from Mother’s rigid face she didn’t. Then, with a mighty blow causing her bowl to flip, her capacity for annoyance had reached a new level.
Mother made Little Sally wash down the table and all of the fiberglass seats before going out to play.
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie… This week Yves has challenged us to write a story using these words:
12. Fulgurant- flashing like lightning
“For one day, Ethel! Is it too much to ask to have just one day when you don’t call me with some crazy request? A damn waterpark, really?”
“Oh. I’m sorry to have made you feel this way. I’m going to cry. I’m going to hang up now, Cheryl, you have hurt my feelings.”
Their phones do not ring each other for two days.
“Hi Ethel, it’s me, Cheryl.”
“I know who it is.”
“I’m sorry, can you ever forgive me? I treated you terribly, I’m an awful friend.”
“You forgive me? Or I’m awful?”
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July 25: Flash Fiction Challenge… I realize this is a departure from a true flash fiction story, as there is no end… yet.
This was the prompt… In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes the phrase “for one day.”
“Boy, old man Dietz is fit to be tied.”
“What’d Tonya do now?”
“How’d ya know it’s Tonya.”
“Who else would it be? She really knows how to get his goat.”
“Is it serious?”
“Maybe, you should have seen him, he was red as a beet.”
“Well, what the hell did she do, Mark?”
“Called him ‘Darling’.”
“Oh, sweet baby Jesus, she calls everyone ‘darling’ or ‘hon’. She worked at a truck stop in Ohio once.”
“Well he doesn’t know that. Hey, I know, Kate, why don’t you call him ‘Hon”. Then when he starts to flip out, you tell him it’s just a friendly term like ‘Darling’ and doesn’t mean anything.”
“Maybe, if you call him ‘Dude’ first.
“Dietz! Are you crazy?”
“My point exactly. Tonya’s a big girl, she’ll figure it out. Maybe she can bring him a slice of cherry pie.”
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Thanks to Michael at Mindlovemisery’s Managerie for the prompt.
Thirty-three steps, that’s the distance from life to death.
Thirty-three steps, how far from the holding cell to the table.
Thirty-three steps, last she would take, as the chemical cocktail achieved her grimace.
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She does so enthral him, when the Captain sees her.
“Lock her below. Put her in chains. Enthral her.”
“Aye, Cap. Right away, Cap.”
Later, under sail. The Captain makes his way below deck. Pushing open the door, a candlelit damsel.
“What dost thou want of me Sir?”
“Only to look dear, just look.”
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