Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

Keeping it Real

Mom always hated grandma’s house.

She complained constantly. “It’s like living in a funeral parlor. Flowers everywhere and all that ridiculously ugly gold crap. Hideous!”

Thankfully. Gran refused to change a thing.

Everything was old and kinda tacky but real. That’s what made it special. Her too. She was my safe place. A counter to mom’s incessant need to keep up with whatever was trending while claiming she was “keeping it real.”

So when I came home and found her cradling gran’s favorite gilded roses to her chest. I knew. I’d be keeping it real now. Like it or not.

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Written for Friday Fictioners. Thanks for the photo Rochelle.

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Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

The Tipi

Looky there! Do ya think someone’s sleeping in that wigwam thing?

It’s not a wigwam. It’s a tipi.

Tee Pee. Wig Wam. Pig Sty. Whatever.

Don’t whatever me. They’re not the same thing. Wigwams are curved. And they’re hard to move.

Who cares!

I do! People are too casual with facts these days. There’s no excuse for it.

Damn it Luke. It’s getting late. We need someplace to hole up. Not another Trump tirade. Let’s do this!  

Alright! Let’s move…. But I’m right.

Whatever. … Sorry folks. We’re gonna need to commandeer this here wig wam.

Asshole.    

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PHOTO PROMPT © Renee Heath

Life’s been a bit crazed lately so it’s been awhile since I’ve written any flash fiction or contributed to Friday Fictioneers. So thanks to Rochelle for providing the great photo prompt and Haunted Wordsmith for the word prompt inspirations.