HOT STUFF… A Drabble for FriFic
In a brownstone three flights up… the sound of food being spit out.
“Good God, Ethel, what the hell is this?”
“It’s my new ‘culinary de force’, Cheryl. I’m bringing excitement to my cooking.”
“Excitement! Inedible, it’s so damn hot. I hope you meant ‘du jour’, because I don’t want to taste that again. And, don’t pull that pouty face with me! What did you put in that soup?”
“It’s my new thing. ‘Rooster Sauce!'”
Ethel proudly displays a bottle of Sriracha.
“Rooster sauce my ass, Ethel. There should be a Dragon on that label. One word… ‘Moderation'”
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LET’S SMILE!… a Drabble for FriFic
“Let’s take a usie.”
“Please, not the iPhone again!”
“Come on Cheryl, it’ll be fun.”
“Ever since you got that thing, you’ve been taking pictures of everything you eat and everywhere you go. Who needs that many pics of your face.”
“You should get one instead of that flip phone, it’s the fashionable thing you know. Then you can send selfies too.”
“Let me guess, a usie is a selfie of us, right?”
“Bingo, Cheryl, now scoot over here.”
“Why can’t the waitress take it?”
“Then it wouldn’t be a usie!”
“Okay, for crying out loud, I give up.”
Author’s Note: I had not planned to write anything like this when I saw the photo prompt. But then I saw that USIE had entered urban slang… you can substitute me for Ethel and my daughters for Cheryl in the above story.
Sandra Crook haunts the waterways of France in her canal boat and writes at Castelsarrison, she provided this pic to prompt the Friday Fictioneers. More stories from Rochelle’s Flock can be found here > > >
THE ROAR OF THE GREASEPAINT… A Drabble
“Guess what, Cheryl? I’m in a play!”
“Let me guess? Are you acting or a prop?”
“Haha, very funny. I’m going to be Dorothy Gale! Betty is directing at the Senior Center.”
“Wait a minute, Ethel. Dorothy is a young girl? Why in the hell are you playing her, won’t that seem a little weird? And, how are you going to remember all those lines, you can’t remember a grocery list.”
“You’re going to cue me, Cheryl. I’ll look young, because everyone else is way older. I’m the star, it’s my chance to shine.”
“Just don’t break the Spotlight, Ethel!”
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THE TRESPASSERS… A Drabble for FriFic
PSILOCYBIN FOR DISASTER!… A Drabble for FriFic
“I thought they were giraffes at first. Standing tall in the distance, necks stretched to the sky. It’s hard to see, you see, everything is hazy. It started fast and now everything aswirl and constantly changing. No!!! It’s spiders! I don’t like spiders, I know there are spiders on the wall, but I can’t see the wall. A lot of them! Wait, maybe they are monkeys. I know there are spider monkeys. No that’s silly, they’re big spiders. Hold me. Make them go away.”
It’s not a good idea to take psychedelic mushrooms, also known as magic mushrooms or shrooms.
Well they call it Flash fiction, and that was my Flash. An interesting look at ‘Our Lady’ by Jan Wayne Fields , be sure to check out his blog. Thanks again to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for calling the writers together for another edition of Friday Fictioneers.
I got a notice that someone named caroljforrester had ‘liked’ a story called Displaced that I had written. Her name sounded familiar, but my story did not, so I had to go back and look. It is one I really liked, because it was about when I lived in Chicago… I should write about that time, I wish I had taken more photos then. This story recalls when we would close down the bar and go out for something to eat at 3 a.m. I thought I would bring it back into the light of day.
This was the first post for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, after she took over the helm of the Friday Fictioneers writing group. When I saw the photo I thought “What the Hell?” Then I thought deeper and the prompting process took over… funny how that happens. I hope you enjoy reading Displaced. Here is a link to Friday Fictioneers… see what they are up to now.
Last week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt first ran in October 2012 when Rochelle took over prompting 100 Word Flash Fiction writers around the world. I remembered the photo but not what story I had written, so I went back to see and read again. It is one of my favorite stories, nice to see it again. It was fun to see who liked and commented on my story, many still FF writers. I know R W-F won’t be happy I’m posting it this week when there is a new prompt photo, I’ll risk it.
Thank you, Rochelle, for hosting these many years. Ted
It’s been three months now. The shakes have gotten worse. Chef dropped the plate off at the counter, and plodded back to the grill. 3 a.m., liver and onions, bacon and eggs, whores and drunks. Oh well, life at the Huddle House in Chicago.
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A BOSTON DRABBLE
The steel balls shot through the crowd like a swarm of angry hornets awakened from sleep; in their wake came the nails. The impact of the blast knocked down runners and sent bystanders through the plate-glass of nearby display windows. Dazed, confused, amidst blood everywhere, people jumped to help the fallen, not knowing if another blast was imminent. Police and fire rushed to help, no care for their own safety, and after twenty-six miles, some runners ran two more miles to a nearby hospital to donate blood. They are the heroes.
Nearby, the coward stood smirking, satisfied with his handiwork.
I usually don’t write this sort of thing, and am not one to ‘jump on a bandwagon’, in fact I abhor that sort of thing. But, when I saw this week’s photo and wondered what I could write about, this is what popped into my head… Why, I don’t know… I think it looks like one of those mortars that shoot many rockets at once, and the rockets are called ‘bombs’… it looks lethal, as do hornets or wasps when they are coming at you. So I wrote my impression of what I had seen on television and heard on the radio.
HORSE SENSE… a 100 word story
There had been a fire at the barn, most likely started by a idiot cigarette. Got the animals out first, then set hither and skither to attack the blaze. Even that old fool of a circus horse got into the act by bringing me a garden hose. I squirted it a bit, then thought stronger measures were called for and filled buckets from the trough. It wasn’t much, just a little scarring in one of the old unused stalls. I’d spent time there with some of the girls. Now that damn horse, she looks at me with one eye raised.
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KEEP ON PUSHING!… another 100 word story
It was hard dirty work. He thought, when reaching this stage of his life, he could just rest. But, it hadn’t worked that way. Not only was he in a dark and confined space, but just a few days ago they put in a new guy next door, he was making a lot of noise every time he pushed. It bothered him, affected what little sleep they were allowed.
“Hey there! Stop groaning, you’re waking the dead!”
“Sorry, can’t help it. I’d heard they said we did this, but these Lilies are heavy.
“It’s supposed to be Daisies, you idiot!”
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♫♪”Stop! In the name of love.”♩♫ I can’t get it out of my head.
Not ‘Starbuckie’, think ‘parents old furniture’ type. We met in line, she looked sad. I was nice. She was going to karaoke and her eyes said she wanted me to go. I did, she was kinda cute. She sang Diana Ross to me.
♩♭♬ “I’m aware of where you go”♬ She’s everywhere, even when I jog.
She was fun for a while. I didn’t lead her on. I didn’t know what to do.
♭♪♪”Before you break my heart”♭♪ Couldn’t do that.
“I want my lawyer now.”
Another 100 word song for Friday Fictioneers… The photo prompt was taken in Jeonju, South Korea by David Stewart, one of our Sci-Fi Fictioneers… he lives in Korea… check into the Green Walled Tower sometime. Also, if you read sheet music… I don’t… zip it up! And, Rich… I am not counting the musical notes as words.
Here’s where to find the other stories based on this fantastical statue. My friend Parul said “Perhaps his photography skills added to the intrigue!” I quite agree. Glad he didn’t lose his Nikon.