“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.”
“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!”
“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.”
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.
I have doubled the kitchen staff for the evening and the night.
Both of my head chefs are here. One is responsible for the appetizers and desserts- the prep-kitchen. The other is responsible for the dinner preparations in the main galley.
Both my head maitre d’s are working. One is only in charge of seating, the drinks, and maintaining decorum of the room. The other is in charge of the waiters for food service.
This should call for a celebration… but later.
You knows what could still go wrong. I shudder with ungodly premonitions.
The auction is to take place in the adjoining room.
Flowers have been arranged. Seating has been rearranged … twice. The arrangements for the silent auction items have been triple checked.
Additional parking has been acquired for the extra cars and more formal uniforms were purchased. Four additional car jockeys were hired to manage the vehicles. Security has been modified for the dignitaries.
I have hired an additional bartender for the additional three-hundred invitees coming only for the auction.
If the night goes well… the accolades will skyrocket my endeavors.
But who knows…
Pleasing my mother-in-law has never been easy.
Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner – 2018: Week #32. Requirements:Create a flash fiction story of 200 (or less) words using the photo prompt provided.
Fumbling in my pocket, I found the matchbook I had lifted from Quincy’s.
I seemed to collect them like mints from my mother’s coffee table. They were always there for the taking.
Tonight, I was grateful.
The room was in total darkness, at least I guess it was a room. The last thing I remember was a stranger walking toward as I turned the corner from Quincy’s. The stranger smiled. Then a hand with a small cloth covered my mouth from behind.
I heard movement in the room. I paused before striking the match. Maybe it would be better to ascertain a little more about my surroundings before I tipped my hand with the matched.
Someone kicked a chair.
There was giggling.
Suddenly, there were lights everywhere.
“Happy birthday to you….” filled the room.
“Surprised you, Justin. You said it would be impossible. But it wasn’t.”
Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner- 2018: Week #22. Requirements: Using the photo prompt, create a flash story of approximately 200 words.
Written for Be a Writer Now- 2018. Requirements: Write a poem or part of a story about someone locked in a dark room (you can decide why the person is locked there).
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Your Photo Prompt for Week #12 – 2016
The opening sentence for the March 18th Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: “This was the first time Ihad ever had to sign for a letter addressed to Occupant.”Please use this sentence (or this thought) somewhere in your flash.
This challenge is open until 11:00 pm Thursday night, March 24th, 2016.
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A photo prompt and an introductory sentence/ topic is to be used as your ‘muse’. They will arrive promptly at midnight each Friday morning.
Include the photo prompt and its credits with your story on your blog. Use of the introductory sentence/ topic is optional. Some followers like the introductory sentence ideas.
All stories are to be crafted and honed to under 200 words in length.
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Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: Week #12 – 2016