Three men enter, one man pees?
I would be remiss if I didn’t give inspirational credit to the THUNDERDOME.
And of course our Six Word Story Challenge hosts at The Soul Search Site.
Tag: Flash Fiction
Following the Sun
She planned to go at first light. But as the rays filtered through the slats, she felt a moment of doubt.
No! It had to be now. If she didn’t go now, she’d never go.
Her ‘no’ spun into a maybe until it was a yes. Then she’d be stuck.
Forever.
No!
Now beckoned. She followed.
The Ear Worm
Wow. The line is out the door. I guess dying young will do that. Everyone you know is still alive.
At least it’s not raining.
Finally. Through the door! Damn. It’s like the line for Space Mountain. At least there’s music. Hmmm? What’s that song?
What a Wonderful Life.
That’s perfect. I love this song.
Wait. Are they playing it again?
🎵 I see trees of green
… 🎶
Again?!
🎵
AGAIN!
🎵
I HATE THIS SONG.
🎶 red roses too 🎵
Finally.
“I am sorry for your loss.”
Done!
Sweet Silence.
…
Hummm … 🎶 “what a wonderful world” 🎵
NO!!!
This 102 word FF about a song was written for Sammi’s Challenge. Click here for details and more writing.
It’s loosely based on an actual visitation experience.
PSA for today: DON’T DRINK AND DRIVE!!!
Stranger Dreams
Bonnie woke the entire house, again. Screaming.
“NO!!! Help me MOMMY!!”
For the third night in a row, Lana tried to make sense of Bonnie’s sobbing words.
“The monster melts people!”
“It was only a bad dream sweetheart. Close your eyes. Mommy will stay till you go back to sleep.”
In the morning, Bonnie again claimed cluelessness. “Don’t remember mommy.”
It wasn’t until they got downtown and she started screaming “the flayer!!” that Ben confessed. “Uh mom, Bonnie accidentally kinda watched Stranger Things with us. That might kinda remind her of the Mind Flayer. Sorry”
Mental note: never let Ben babysit again.
Like many of you, I binge watched Stranger Things this week, so maybe that why this story came to mind when I saw Dale’s great photo (provided by Rochelle and her Friday Fictioners Challenge.)
Or maybe it’s because I am TERRIFIED of these dancing air sock things. ARRRGHHH!
Born This Way
What would he say when he saw them? Sparkly and pink, they matched her t-shirt and her lip gloss. Or would have, if she’d been brave enough to wear lip gloss. Baby steps. That’s her plan. Painted nails today. Maybe painted lips next week.
What was she so afraid of? She needed to live her true life. She needed to tell him! And she would. Soon.
Still, she remembered his menacing tone before last year’s talent show. “No son of mine is going to strut around like a painted whore!”
So, less Gaga. And more … what?
Baby steps.
Thanks to Carrot Ranch for a great FF challenge.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 