Retirement Home Drama

It‘s exciting! Being voted most popular resident-of-the-year, but at an unfortunate compromise with Henri, the retirement home ladies man. What a stud, that sparkly diamond earring on his left earlobe.

Victory appears inevitable, as you charmingly sashay throughout the dining room collecting votes. However, the choir ladies remain loyal to Henri – damn his white denture smile; you need every vote!

Winning at any cost – your life motto – you pull Henri aside. “Listen, you old swinger, step out from the race…I’ll indulge in your naughty voyeur fantasy game. Give a ring on the bell and remember, take your heart medications!”

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Inspiration:  Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

THE CHALLENGE: Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. 

THE KEY: MAKE – EVERY – WORD – COUNT

Photo credit: David Stewart from Green Walled Tower

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A Light Love Story

What a fine picturesque day for an estate auction, thought Jack. Endless blue skies blending in peaceful harmony with an outdoor sale. Early customers, like him, perusing over items in anticipation to buy with either a raised hand or nod of their head. Jack found tools he wanted.

The sale moved to the tables and Jack noticed his wife standing amid the bidders. Oh, no…someone please intercept her bid, we already have too many at home, he thought.

“SOLD! Entire contents to the lady in red!”

Jack said, “Babe, you’re the only light I need. Why fifty more lamps?”

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 Inspiration: Friday Fictioneers | Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple.

THE CHALLENGE: Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)

THE KEY: MAKE. EVERY. WORD. COUNT.

Genre: Contemporary Fiction

Photo credit: Dawn Miller from The Day After

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Dearest Diary,

Dearest Diary,
Let’s retire at sixty, but give no forewarning. The pension money – spend it on carefree adventures since the opinions of others won’t mean a damn thing. I say we: Streak jazzy purple highlights in between our short-cropped hair, accessorize with fresh daisies and jeweled hairpins. Next, like giddily young girls, get our noses pierced, start Monday margarita nights, enroll in Mr. Mickus, the handsome widower’s fine woodworking workshops on Saturdays, and hope, by then, we can learn to spit our chewing tobacco straight into the spittoon since smoking is prohibited! Let’s start practice tomorrow.

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Inspiration: Rochelle Wiseoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers

THE CHALLENGE: Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.

THE KEY: Make every word count.

Photo credit: WORKS by Claire Fuller

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Step Back Into Time

What if, say a hundred years from now, a child’s field trip goes something like this Trifecta Writing: 33 words Photo Prompt Challenge

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Step back into time…a rare exhibit. Student with primitive study tools: textbooks and highlighter marker. Note the obsolete coffeehouse, Starbucks, and no e-books.

DO NOT TAP ON GLASS!
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The Historical Living Museum Staff

Photo credit:Thomas Leuthard


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Big White Reveals His Story on Roy G. Biv

Hello Fans,

Please, call me Big White – the handsome white bird among my colorful cast mates. We are famous show bird celebrities. Danny, my trainer, paid a hundred dollars, and then brought me home to live with the Fine Feathered Friend Bird Company.

I remember the ride; gripping tight to the side of my cage, riding up front in the old beat up Ford Ranger pickup truck. No kidding. The ride was so bumpy, I began to think maybe I should have been more grateful living the dull life over at Pets R Us store.

Too late. I am here.

The next morning, and all mornings after, I realized something very profound, thanks to the Rainbow Dance Team.

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Hey, I am one lucky bird!

Look at all these lovely bird gal-pals…and they all love me!

Well, listen, you picked the worst time to visit. Morning. Lousy stale bread crumbs. However, of course, no complaints. It is far better than the moldy birdseed my ex-owner tried to pass off as gourmet exotic bird food. Really, Pets R Us staff? They should know us better…heck we birds are smart. Our heads may look walnut size but the brain cells are sharp.

Razor sharp!

These large pieces of breadcrumbs make it easy to snatch up from the ladies, the size being too hard for there delicate small beaks to handle. Some mornings I admit my gluttony. You cannot blame me. When some gal bird has a feather or two to pick because someone stole her moment on stage, well, it is the perfect breakfast moment.

Bread crumbs a-flying, my friends! Oh, the chaos, bickering and noise! Carry on girls…

Fortunately, my girlfriend, the cute one standing off to the side…do you see her? She handles all situations with grace and style. You never see her partaking in any silly ruckus.

We met on set last year. I admit it was love on the spot for me. My rainbow beauty…her bright red and orange feathers on her beautiful chest, yellow and green highlights shimmering in the sunlight, and oh, the prettiest blue head seen in show business.

Well, enough color talk, if you are ever in town, let me, Big White, and the rainbow babes entertain you. When you see my girlfriend’s indigo and violet sequined costume shake and sparkle on stage, you definitely will say you saw a beautiful rainbow dancing.

I adore you all…

Love, Big White

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Write about anything you’d like, but make sure that all seven colors of the rainbow — red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet — make an appearance in the post, either through word or image via Daily Prompt: Roy G. Biv.

Photo Credit: Wikimedia Commons

The Best Year, 2014

“Barry, honey, the dog is barking…Honey? Hey, wake up!”

“Aww, gee, can’t a decent man get a power nap? Holy, crap! How? Jessica, get away from that tree!”

Barry worried their newest foster child may have tormented the poor dog just adopted yesterday from an animal shelter.

“It’s amazing,” said his wife, “Jessica was throwing a tantrum and next thing, the dog ran up the tree and continued to bark and wham, Jessica stopped screaming!”

Barry and his wife laughed out loud simultaneously. They knew 2014 would be the year a dog and little Jessica would find their forever home

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Friday Fictioneers Challenge: Write a one hundred word story on the photo prompt that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)

Genre: Contemporary Fiction

THE KEY: Make every word count.