Never Judge a Book…




“But at least I arrived at the interview on time.”

Looking down at my new suit coat I spied three small white strings. “I hope they weren’t there the whole time. Maybe he didn’t notice them. Who am I kidding… white strings on a coal black suit coat…”

“Now… back to McDonald’s.”

“I definitely need to change first. No need for them know their night sift fry degreaser, has just now passed the bar.”

I slide my hand into my right pocket.

“Mom was right. If my head wasn’t attached…. Where did that blasted parking entry ticket go?”

Written for Sunday Photo Fiction: March 11, 2018. Requirements: Create a 200 word (or less) flash fiction story using ideas from teh photo prompt provided.


The Perfect Campfire

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Enisa. Thank you Enisa!

Brent had finally gotten the embers just right… not too much smoke… not too much flame… just pure unadulterated heat.

“Great. Now we can roast the dogs and heat the beans.”

“I forgot to bring them. They’re still in the cooler on the back porch.”

“Well, this fire’s perfect for s’mores. Where are the marshmallows? I’ll get the sticks from the pickup.”

“No, marshmallows…. And no chocolate bars.”

“All that work I put into the camp fire. You even helped collect the kindling. A campfire and no s’mores! What were you thinking?

Stephanie hunkered a little closer. “I remembered me.”

Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers- Challenge 158. Requirements: Using the photo prompt provided, create a 100-150 word flash fiction story.

Unfair Diversions

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“Now, where’d those fuzzy slippers go?”

Frisky peered through the bannisters into the hall.

“They will not escape me this time. I hear them squishing on the floor of the kitchen.”

Cautiously descending the stairs… Frisky skulked toward the open doorway.

Using great stealth; back corner of the coat rack… behind the potted palm… swiftly crossing the hall… he hunkered at the casing of the kitchen door.

“Humming. A good sign. Distraction.”

Suddenly Frisky’s ears took a life of their own;  sounds swelled into a succulent aroma.


Like a bullet to his bowl… “I get those blasted slippers later.”

Written for Flash Fiction for The Practical Practitioner- 2018: Week #11. Requirements: Create a flash fiction story using the picture prompt provided in 200 words or less.

No Recess for Robby

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No Recess for Robby

“… and one more word, No Recess. Am I understood?”

That was Ms. Fletcher. “Am I understood? this and Am I understood? that.

Robby had learned quickly learned the proper answer that followed… “Yes, ma’am.”

Third grade was the worst.

Now there was homework. Snack time was for babies. Recess was earned. (In our class’s case, NEVER EARNED.)

Robby’s mother was sympathetic. “Hang in there. It’ll get better.”

Robby’s brother was the problem-solver. “You’ll never win them all, Robby. But winning one can be worth it”.

Robby walked to school today ‘A Winner’.

Inside his backpack… a whoopee cushion.

Written for The Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. Requirements: March 8, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that features a balloon. It can be a party balloon or a hot air balloon. How does it add to your story? Go where the prompt leads.

A Hokie Knight

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A Hokie Knight

Sure, it was a little hokie.

It’s not something every girl’s knight-in-shining-armor would do.

But Amelia knew I was not the normal- kinda knight when we started dating.

I placed our meals on the tray. The family-sized fries, two burgers, and house ketchup, were all carefully arranged. I meticulously folded extra-large napkins around the reason for the night. Amelia had no idea that her early-acceptance letter had been delivered in the afternoon mail.

Throwing the serving towel over my left shoulder, I aligned our tray of food upon my fingers and headed to our booth.

Tonight would change our lives.

Written for Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner: Week #10. 

Never So Simple

img_2091“Mamma… Mamma… The raven is back!” Mika ran breathlessly onto the back porch of the small trailer where her mother was removing the last fleshy remnants from the hides hanging from the rafters.

“Don’t worry child. It’s grown hungry and is raiding the fields just like the other birds.”

“But Grandmamma said…”

“I know what she said.” Mama clutched me close to her bosom. “Unci believes in great meanings from all the forest animals.”

“Does that mean it’s not true?”

“Grandmamma would never lie to you, Mika.”

“So, it is true.”

“The truth is never so simple, my child.”

Written for The Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. Requirements: March 1, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a raven. It can be in nature or used to describe humanity as a metaphor. Follow the bird. Go where the prompt leads.

At It Again

Windmill“There has to be some way to unite us.” Don was resting in the shade of a beech tree with his horse Rocinante grazing nearby.

“It does seem to be something that should happen, for the sake of us all,” responded his squire.

“If we would all just sit down at a supper and talk to one another, better yet… listen… I think that we could pull our country back together.”

“Sorry, sir. Would that be serve a vegan meal, a pescetarianism meal, or should it include red meat for the paleotarians?”

“You’re right. A meal would be too divisive.”

Written for Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: February 26, 2018. Requirements: Create a 100 word flash fiction story using the prompt provided.