Cutting Corners

PHOTO PROMPT © Trish Nankivell

Cutting Corners

“A lock on the paper dispenser? Are you kidding me?”

“I’m tired of you replacing the roll with the cheap stuff.”

“Do you know how much money I can save… We save… each week because I find ways to cut corners?”

“I love you. You know that. But we both have good paying jobs, we can afford the good stuff.”

“It’s for crap, you know.”

“There’s more to it than that.”

“It’s for crap, and then … Swish… and it’s gone.”

“Why don’t you cut some corners on that fancy moisturizer you use every night?”

“So, you’re going to go there? You want me to be thirty with more ridges in my face than the garden in the back.”

“You’re already more than thirty. Besides I didn’t marry you because I thought you were a beauty.”

“What does that mean?”

“That didn’t come out right.”


“You’re beautiful. I’ve always thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“Keep talking.”

“I don’t care what you spend on that special moisturizer of yours. I just want MY toilet paper.”

“So why that paper?”

“You already know. I don’t like how it’s tough enough to cut corners.”

Written for Writer’s Digest Flash Fiction February Challenges: Challenge #5 Today’s prompt is to write about a couple.

Written for Friday Fictioneers: February 5, 2021.

Peace, at Last

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Peace, at Last

Breaking News: The United States has just declared a moratorium on nastiness. No longer will advocacy groups be used as pawns to segregate people by race or ethnicity. Politicians have both promised and mandated: “Only truth will be spoken.” Words of malice, vindictiveness and spitefulness will be set aside.

A truth coalition has been established to facilitate this endeavor. It has been given full power to sanction dissenters. Rehabilitative centers are ready to assist all malcontents in coming to terms in the accepting of truth. If you know the names and/or whereabouts of struggling malcontents call for help. 1-800-FREEDOM REIGNS.

Written for Friday Fictioneers.  Requirements: Use the PHOTO PROMPT provided. Write a complete story based on it in 100 words or less: Beginning. Middle and End.

I Love You Soooooo Much!

PHOTO PROMPT @ Jan Wayne Fields

I Love You Soooooo Much!

“There now. Doesn’t that just make you feel good all over? A place for everything, and everything in its place.” Agatha smiled at me triumphantly and briskly rubbed her hands together giving herself a gratifying self-high-five.

Aggie was always ready to help me out. Didn’t matter the time. Didn’t matter the place. Didn’t matter the skillset needed. Aggie was there for me 24/7. It was exhausting!

“Thanks Aggie. I love my new workspace.”

“I knew you would. I’ll leave you to it, now.”

“Thanks, again, Aggie,” I said as she was leaving. “Now where did she hide my thumb drives?”

Written for Friday Fictioneers.

Megabots Are Real

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

Megabots Are Real

“I see him. I see him.” Broodan couldn’t hide the fear in his squeaky twelve-year-old voice.


“There’s no way he can see us hiding here in the ditch?”

“Is there something unclear about ‘sssshhhh’?

“I know ‘sshhh’. Do you know ‘Holy Crap!!!’ That’s the gianormous robot from my comic books you said I was wasting my time reading.”

“Unless you have something helpful to say, now’s not the time to be snarky.”

“Is it being too snarky to know that this comic book tells you how to kill that creepoid?”

I grabbed the book from his hand. “What page?”

Written for Friday Fictioneers.

I’ve Seen You Drive


I’ve Seen You Drive

Lady Templesworth wheeled onto the pier. Smiting the brake, she pressed the lift enclosing the convertible and shut-off the engine simultaneously.

Quickly disembarking. Lord Templesworth tried to get to the driver’s door of the pink Ferrari before his wife could exit on her own.

She won.

Racing to the dock, she exclaimed, “It’s pink!”

“Completely renovated. Teak decks. Your signature paint. A master and guest berth. A gourmet kitchen. An entertainment room. And of course, the accompanying necessities.”

“It’s beautiful. HoneyBear, why buy this lovely yacht before you’ve taught me to navigate?”

“Entirely a business decision, My PookeyBear. I’ve seen you drive.”

FYI: I cheated a little. I counted Lord Templesworth’s and Lady Templesworth’s name as one word each.

Written for Friday Fictioneers.


PHOTO PROMPT – © Jennifer Pendergast
PHOTO PROMPT – © Jennifer Pendergast


“It’s nothin’ to it.”

“Are you sure, Jesse?”

“You’ve heard Uncle Bo talk about train-hopping to go somewhere-or-nother almost every night we camped.”

“But Ma said half-a-what Uncle Bo said was rose-glassed reminiscing.”

“Ma just said that to keep us home longer. Pa needed us to do the farmin’. Well, there’s no farmin’ left. Pas drunk it all away and the bank got the dirt now. You know Ma is going back East. I ain’t a-goin-be no city dandy. Is that what you want?”

“’Course I don’t”

“Then stop bein’ so fickle-hearted and let’s run.”

“Wyoming, here we’s a come!”

Written for Friday Fictioneers: August 8, 2020


PHOTO PROMPT © Jeff Arnold


“Grab your bag. You know it don’t last long.”

“Already packed from the last one. Didn’t even have to replace the snacks. Last’n disappeared before we’d left town.”

“That’n was a small one. Look at the size of this baby,” Rudolph’s excited was evident. “’Bigger the rainbow, bigger the pot of gold’, Granddad said.”

“Granddad said a lot of things.”

“He won’t’ a lied in his last words… ‘Somewhere over the rainbow…’”

“Rudolph, that wasn’t Granddad. That was Dorothy, of Oz.”

“What did Granddad say?”

“Shut the dad-burn door. It’s cold in here.”

“Oh, then why are we chasing this rainbow?”

Written for Friday Fictioneers: 100 word prompts.


PHOTO PROMPT © Jeff Arnold


Dear Mother,

I hope you are well. I have just finished typing Mr. Tumulty news briefing. Yes, that Mr. Tumulty! (The private secretary to President Wilson) I have a temporary promotion. (If I do well, who knows?) Tumulty’s previous assistant has been out sick. (We are hoping it is not the Spanish flu, as Margaret, the President’s daughter has contracted it. I have been told that several Secret Service are sick also.)

Mr. Tumulty went home today not well. I am being vigilant. We never take our face-masks off here in the office.

Please send all my love,

Aristotle Mansfield

Written for Friday Ficitoneers.


PHOTO PROMPT © Mikhael Sublett


A note … on the pillow.

That was how Marcelle was ending it.

   We both knew this had to end. I thought it was better this way.

                I’ll always have tender memories of our time together.

I’ll show you tender memories…

Crumpling the note, Mia picked up the nearest lamp and began making new memories.

The mirror was the morning’s first victim … then on to Marcelle’s horrific paintings. And then his ghastly sculptures!



PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Behind the shrubs, Aggie and I waited; night-vision goggles and accompanying camera paraphernalia in hand.

We’d heard the rumors … glowing beings appeared once darkness arrived to play what seemed to be a hybrid of American football and classic soccer.

No one personally admitted to having actually witnessed this.

But there was proof, of sorts.

The crystal ball midfield… the Y-shaped goalswere not authorized. One morning, they were just there.”… our local tabloid quoted Headmaster Marshall Eraticas.

Tonight, The Tattler, our school paper, would break this story.

The truth would come out.

All we had to do was wait.

Written for Friday Fictioneers: October 4, 2019.