Friday Fictioneers 1-25-2023

PHOTO PROMPT ©  J Hardy Carroll

“I dare ya!”

“There is nothing in there.”

“Then go in and see.”

The boy snuck into the dark doorway, shining his flashlight around in a circle.

“Nothing in here,” his voice echoed.

Something moved in the dark.

“Who’s there?”

Another movement.

“Gary? Anton?”

“All right, guys. Funny.”

Nothing.

“Guys?”

Another movement in the dark.

The boy flipped the flashlight back and forth but saw nothing.

A sound.

He burst out of the darkness, expecting his friends to be laughing but they were nowhere to be seen.

“There is nothing in there,” he called out loudly and then began to run.

Retro Tuesday 1-24-2023

 BY ATHLING2001

The Little Prince On Essential Matters

“Grown-ups love figures… When you tell them you’ve made a new friend they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you “What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies? ” Instead they demand “How old is he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make? ” Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.”

It seems to me knowing about butterflies, games, and the sound of somebody’s voice are much more important than knowing a weight, an age or even money.  Money doesn’t make friends, at least not the kind of friends I’d want. Frankly, I hate figures, whither it is a math problem or figuring out my checkbook.  Thank goodness for on-line banking so I no longer have to struggle monthly with the hell of balancing; I do much better checking my account daily and keeping the balance in my head.  That way, my math output is limited and that brings me happiness.

I am proud to say I never questioned my sons about their friend’s parents – unless it was to clarify in my mind I was thinking of the right persons. I never asked about weight or height.  I decided once another boy was not the appropriate friend and, covertly, gave my son’s regrets to his birthday party.  Realistically, my son was 7 or 8 and this boy cursed in ever sentence.  Not something I wanted my child around.

I don’t, however, remember asking about those essential matters.  What does essential mean?  According to the dictionary:

: extremely important and necessary

: very basic

We all know this.  The words isn’t unusual or vague.  But looking at the definition in black and white it struck me that essential matters are extremely important and yet very basic.  Food, clothes, shelter. A purposeful life and the ability to find happiness inside. Our health.  Family. Friends. Love. Peace.

It all boils down to balance.  Is my life balanced? Can I somehow find the fine line between my life, my work and my son’s still living at home.  Am I content in my work? Do I care about butterflies and voices and games?

Yes, yes, I believe I do.

Friday Fictioneers 1-18-2023

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

“Tiny spin and go cycle.”

“It’s for Barbies.”

“I’m not much into Barbies.”

“I should hope not. A full-grown man.”

“You’d be surprised.”

“Maybe not,” she replied. “Some people collect anything.”

“I’ll leave the Barbie collecting for other men, thanks.”

“Ah, I could see you with Miss Barbie World.”

“Too small for me.”

“Should I get it for Stacy?”

“Why not. Every Barbie needs a mini washing machine.”

“That’s true. Barbie is a working girl you know.”

He laughed.

“Not that kind of working girl, silly.”

“I know. She can be anybody she wants.”

“Who knows? Maybe this will teach Stacy to help her Mom with the laundry.”

 

Response – JSW Prompt 1-16-2023

The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 300 words and post it to your page. The Challenge starts on Monday and runs through Sunday each week. Please remember to link your story back to this post so everyone can read your entry.

“Of course,” he said. No not at all.

“Really?”

“Yes.” Of course not.

She took his hand. “Then stay tonight again.”

He smiled. “I can’t. I have to be up at the crack of dawn and you know I won’t be able to leave you if I stay.” Not on your life.

Her smile radiated back at him. “I know, but I don’t want you to go.”

“I have to go.” And never come back.

“All right.” She hugged him tightly. “But call me.”

Jesus Christ! “I will.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” Not.

He untangled himself. “Goodnight, Patty.”

“Goodnight, John.” She kissed him once, twice, reluctantly letting him go.

Grabbing his jacket, John slipped out the door and down the steps, spring in his step. “Goodbye, Patty,” he said with a grin, heading off into the night.

Response – JSW Prompt 1-10-2023

The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 300 words and post it to your page. The Challenge starts on Monday and runs through Sunday each week. Please remember to link your story back to this post so everyone can read your entry.

“I love the lake this time of year.”

“It’s so pretty with all the flowers opening.”

He spread out the blanket along the bank, careful to avoid the edge, helping her settle down besides the picnic basket.

“It is indeed.” Sitting beside her, he opened the basket and pulled out the bottle of wine. He poured her a glass.

“Thank you,” she said, taking a drink. “It’s so beautiful here.”


“I normally love the lake this time of the year.”

His Sargeant snorted, watching the divers untangle the body from the lillies and pull it towards shore. “Damn flowers.”

They both stepped to the shore to examine the body. Like the others, she showned no obvious sign of wounds though it was hard to tell since she’d been in the water for so long.

“This makes ten,” the Seargent said gruffly as if he wouldn’t know.

Damn flowers indeed. He’d never look at water lillies the same again.

Friday Fictioneers 1-12-2023

PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind

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“Maybe they are aliens,” Bob said, shielding his eyes with a hand.

“If so, they are rude,” Pete replied, blinded.

Bob tried to stay on the road, but the next thing they knew they were bumping
down into the ditch. The car lurched to a halt.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Yeah, but I’m going give them a piece of my mind!”

“Pete, wait!”

Bob jumped out and joined Pete at the back of the car. The lights were gone.

“Huh,” said Pete. “Maybe they were aliens.”

“Or ghosts.”

Both boys scrambled back into the car. “Let’s go!”

Response – JSW Prompt 1-10-2023

The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 300 words and post it to your page. The Challenge starts on Monday and runs through Sunday each week. Please remember to link your story back to this post so everyone can read your entry.

“That hardly qualifies.”

“You’d be surprised.”

“I hardly think so.”

“It cost me fifty bucks to get out.”

“Monopoly money.”

“Hey, still fifty bucks.”‘

“Still, not the same.”

“At least I didn’t have to sell anything to get out. That would have been a bummer.”

“Monopoly jail isn’t real jail.”

“Of course, it isn’t, but it is still jail and I’ve done my time.”

“Okay. If you say so.”

“I do. And you can go to jail and still make good.”

“What do you mean?”

“You can go to jail and still win the game.”

“You won?”

“Of course, I won.”

“Congratulations.”

“Thank you. You want to play?”

“No, thanks.”

“Jail isn’t that bad.”

“Oh, I know.”

“Fifty dollars.”

“No, I’m good. Thanks.”

“Suit yourself.”

“Speaking of suits…..”

“Yes?”

“Go Fish?”