THREE MINUTES AND COUNTING

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“Three minutes and counting.”

“You look ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous? I’m just getting ready to celebrate.”

“The party is tonight. We should be leaving. It’s a three hour drive and I have to go home to shower and change.”

“You can go, but I’d wait. Two more minutes.”

“At least take off that silly party hat. People are watching us.”

“Never.”

“Stop your spinning and dancing. Someone is going to call the cops.”

“Oooo… One minute. One day, I am actually going to be there on the spot. I ‘ve always dreamed of being there for the first ray of light for a new year.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Timbuktu. Where New Year’s begins. Same time zone as Greenwich, England. To be relaxing out on a dune, watching the stars shine like they will never shine here again, awaiting the first rays of the sun for a new year. What could be better? Three… Two… One…”

Christopher blows his noisemaker and spins and dances for almost five minutes- at least it seems that.

Two police officers are approaching.

I grab his hand. “Let’s go. You’ve celebrated enough.”

“Sure. Now we can shower and change and party. The New Year is here!”



Written for FLASH FICTION FOR THE PRACTICAL PRACTITIONER: WEEK #30. 

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IN THE NEWS

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IN THE NEWS



I am thinking about compiling a booklet of writer’s prompts from ODD NEWS STORIES.

I want to dip my foot in the pool of indie publishing, and I thought that ODD NEWS PROMPTS might be interesting.

It would be a give-away booklet.

I don’t know if I would make it just a PDF, or if I should also convert it to a Kindle e-book.

Any ideas or suggestions about this endeavor would be greatly appreciated!



Written for FANDANGO’S ONE-WORD-CHALLENGES: NEWS.

JUMPING IN THE DEEP

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JUMPING IN THE DEEP



Having been in retirement for almost a year and a half, I am once again daring to delve into the deep.

I am going to reinstitute  sending out prompts to my former writing communities. (You guys have been missed more than you would ever think!) 

Beginning on Sunday, you will be able to get the posts to DAILY ADDICTIONS.

If you enjoy a daily writing treat, sign up on this blog- DAILY ADDICTIONS. (If you would like to play the DAILY-DOUBLE, FANDANGO’S ONE-WORD-CHALLENGES is also available.)

I am also beginning the FLASH FICTION FOR THE PRACTICAL PRACTITIONER again. You should be getting your “Welcome Back’ post today, and a new weekly writing prompt on Wednesday.



Written for DAILY ADDICTIONS and FLASH FICTION FOR THE PRACTICAL PRACTITIONER.

Just Planning Ahead

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Just Planning Ahead



“Why do we always get ten little peeps every time?” Suzy was excited about getting to pick the baby chicks to watch grow.

“Every March and every August,” inserted Adam. “Grandma likes her peeps for the holidays.”

Mom gave Adam her watch it look. “Grandma likes the number ten.”

“Is that why she always gives Adam and me each five cookies at snack time? Five and five is ten.”

“That’s right,” Said Mom.

“I wonder why she doesn’t give me ten sodas at a time.” Adam smiled.

Mother gave Adam another look. “So which ones should we pick?” She looked at Suzy.

“That one!” Suzy pointed to the larger one in the corner.

“That’s a good one, Suzy. Let’s call that one Jingles,” said Adam. “Now, I’ll pick out Jangles.”

“Are we going to name the rest of them the same names? Dasher and Dancer and all the other reindeer names?”

“We sure are. Grandma loves her reindeer,” said Adam.

“We always give the summer chickens to Grandma on our Thanksgiving visit.” Suzy seemed deep in thought. “Why aren’t any of them there when we visit at Christmas?

Oh, they’re there.” Adam smiled. “They’re just incognito.”

“Incog… what?” asked Suzy.



Written for Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner- Week #42. Requirements: Create a 200 (or less) flash fiction story using the photo prompt provided.

ADRENALINE JUNKIES

ShoesCarefully rereading the note, I pocketed it and quickly slipped the sneakers in my backpack.

Since giving up my field assignments at MI-6, scavenger hunts have become my drug of choice… my safe adrenaline rush.

Agatha, my over-protective wife, was far more understanding of my once-a-month-Saturdays being spend with a group of former operatives than my previous job.

She would laugh at being called over-protective. I have to admit, the stint with the agency had had its harrowing moments: kidnapped three times, wounded seven, in a coma during the birth of our second child.

I understand her relief when I chose to retire.

So, onward toward the prize.

Spying Amanda at the corner of the pier, I crouched and tagged her. Her chest flashed RED- I was granted a kill.

That left only Brad and a designated sleeper.

And only two more dead drops to find.



Written for Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner- 2018. Week 41. Requirements: Using the picture prompt provided, create a flash story of under 200 words.

CONSUMER RECALL

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CONSUMER RECALL



“No way I’m getting in that thing!”

“It’s completely safe, Uncle.”

“That’s what we’re here to see, Waldo. You need my seal of approval.”

“Yes, Uncle. The Consumer Safety Seal is very important to us.”

“Well, I already see major problems. No air bags front or sides. No windshield wipers. No lights of any type. No seat belts. Heck, it doesn’t even have seats!”

“None of those things are needed, Uncle. In this model, you have all-surround vision. There are no blind spots. You have fender-tenacity variations. If you are bumped or hit by accident, this vehicle immediately conforms to the target. No injuries to car or man.”

“Fender-tenacity. What in tarnation is that? This thing has no fenders.”

“Uncle…”



Written for Written for Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner- 2018: Week #35. (A late entry) Requirements: Create a 200 word (or less) flash fictions story using the photo prompt provided.

FOURTEENTH AND FOUR

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“Locked and loaded”

“Is the target in sight?”

“That’s what I just said!”

“Well, if you want me to help, speak English.”

“That is English, dipweed.”

“What’s a dipweed?”

“Are you sure we’re to case the apartment with the open windows and the towels hanging out?”

“That’s what I was told. Fourteenth floor. Four units to the right.”

“If I were assigned to protective custody, I would not want my handlers to leave all my curtains and windows open and a towel out to help a shooter readjust for wind accuracy.”

“Maybe the target is being guarded by dipweeds?”



Written for Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner- 2018: Week #36. Requirements: Create a 200 word (or less) flash fictions story using the photo prompt provided.