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Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Flash Fiction Story: The Dress with the Tennis Racquets Stamped All Over It
The Dress with the Tennis Racquets Stamped All Over It
“Takes you back, don’t it, ol’ bandstand.”
She laughed. “Remember the night we crawled under and it was already occupied?”
“Billy and Lorraine.”
“Lorraine anyway, could have been any of the boys. She broke ‘em in like wild horses.”
“Except you.” Continue reading
Parked and Hitched
“Driver parked the truck and vanished.”
“Abducted by aliens.”
We roared with laughter. The waitress glared.
“My ancestor ran off to California – gold rush era. Just disappeared.” Continue reading
A goat took up residence in a corner.
“He can’t live here.”
“His belly’ll tell him.”
Press came; religious groups offering garlands, money. Animal militants smashed windows. Continue reading
Every Friday authors worldwide gather around the virtual fireside of Rochelle Wisoff and share stories of 100 words, prompted by a common photograph, and exchange constructive criticism. Readers’ comments are also welcome. This week’s photo has been provided by Ted … Continue reading
They finished their cigarettes in silence, ground them underfoot and strolled off towards the car park. The stubs, still smoking, danced a cheery reel around their heels for a short while, uplifted by a merry breeze, then tumbled from the bridge into the water. Continue reading
Kiss an Angel Good Morning
“Darlin’! I’m just a hunka burning love for you this mornin’.”
“… sure about hunk?”
“… always joshing.”
“… new keyboard’s arrived. Oops! … ring back?”
“Thing’s just switched itself on.”
“It can do that?”
“It’s playing a tune.”
Pre-programmed freebies, she supposed – at first. She picked up the phone; after – trembling – her car keys. Continue reading
“Some pros don’t know to quit.”
“That’s one hell of a tune.”
“Claimed an Austin. And that he’s going for an Ostrich!”
“Nobody ever did it. He can only get one on a par 7 – if he holes this shot. More likely shooting his temperature!”
“My butt’s stinging already on account of that Calcutta.”
“You bet on this goon?”
“Hate to admit it.”
“I’m Professor Michael … “
“He’s Mike, I’m Jeff,” the younger one shot the elder a look. “We work with Annelise.”
“Did your daughter ever mention SQUIDS, … “
“She hated fish…”
“…Josephson … Cooper… Shapiro steps… breakthrough… not steps, spiral…”
“Where’s Annelise?” Continue reading
The Last Road Trip
Sure she breathes! Though it sounds like Siberian throat singing.
She’s just your everyday girl, though the boy next door avoids her.
Built her with my own hands, though I had to pay two men at night for some of her parts.
“I’m yours, baby,” sang Ray.
“Hotter than July,” sang Stevie.
“Let’s take the long way around the world,” sang Ronnie.
“Love at first sight,” they joked.
She fitted right in with those hot rods in Bonneville.
She took to disappearing. There’s news of a hit’n run.
We’re heading for the mountains: me, her, Ray, Ronnie and Stevie.
(c) Ann Isik 2013
100 words Continue reading