A photo prompt topic is to be used as your ‘muse’. They will arrive promptly at midnight each Wednesday morning.
Include the photo prompt and its credits with your story on your blog.
All stories are to be crafted and honed to under 300 words in length.
Each flash fiction piece should have a clear beginning, middle, and end. No serial stories. It is harder to stay abreast of a serial story. (Please keep content PG-13.)
Once you have your post complete, create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. If that is not an option for you, add your post’s link in the comments section. It is the desire of this blog to become a flourishing writing community.
Plan a day to visit the writings of our challengers to enjoy our creations and to provide a little positive feedback.

Photo by Rendy Novantino on Unsplash
“Do you think they are aiming to get the packages?”
“Why not?”
“”I mean, who doesn’t put packages up on the top of a flagpole to
entice bored shoppers.”
“Why not?”
“I’m betting on the lady. She’s one tough cookie.”
“You shouldn’t call a lady a tough cookie.”
“Why not?”
“It’s not nice.”
“I’m not nice.”
“Yes, you are.”
“You are mistaking me for somebody else.”
“Not possible.”
The taxi pulled away from the curve, barreling out into traffic.
“Entirely possible and probable.”
“Obviously, Mr. White Tie has them all beat.”
“I’m still betting on the lady.”
“You would.”
“Of course.”
“What do you think is in the packages?”
“Purses?”
“Really?”
“Why not.”
“Ok. Why not purses.”
“Do you have all the information for the 3:00 meeting?”
“Yes.”
“Mr. Singleton arrived?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
“Are you sure….”
“Positive.”
The taxi pulled up in front of the hotel. Mr. Rice got out, leaned back down to the window. “Positive, Andrew. And just think, by next week, you might be climbing the flagpole, too.”
“God forbid.”
“Surely your wife can use a new purse.”
“God forbid.”
Rice laughed, stepped back from the taxi. “Don’t worry, Andrew. By next week, you’ll be rolling in money.”
“Better than climbing the flagpole.”
“Take a chance, Andrew,” Mr. Rice shot back, heading for the entrance of the hotel. “See you at three.”
The taxi dashed away as Andrew settled back into the seat. “Purses on a flagpole. Who’d ever.”
You must be logged in to post a comment.