100 word flash fiction

Friday Fictioneers: The Old Man and The See

Linda Vernon The Daily Routine , , , , , , ,

Welcome Dear Readers!  Great News! If I was abducted by aliens last night, they returned me!  Proving once again it’s the little things that make life worth living.  

Speaking of making life worth living, it’s Friday Fictioneers Picture Prompt Challenge Day brought to us by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields over at her blog, Addicted to Purple.  Today’s 100-word story challenge is inspired by this picture:

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Copyright – John Nixon

The Old Man and The See

Hello little lady, I see you got dishes.

Yeah.

You got anything for gout?

Sorry no.

I see you got lots of sweaters.

Uh-huh.

I was on a battleship in the Pacific in WWII. Four years.

Really.

I see you got washboards.

Uh-huh.

I was a marksman so they put me as a gunner.  I killed a lot of people.

Wow.

You got anything for gout?

Sorry no.

I see you got wedding dresses.

Yeah.

My wife’s been dead 14 years now come September.

Sorry.

I see you got clocks.

Yeah.

You got anything for gout?

Sorry no.

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Until next time . . . I love you

Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Story: Calling Charlie

Linda Vernon Friday Fictioneers , , , , ,

Hello Dear Readers!   It’s Wedfrinesday again.  Where writers are challenged to stretch their synapses in the Making-Stuff-Up Hemisphere of the brain every Friday by writing a 100-word story from a picture prompt posted on Wednesday by Rochell Wisoff-Fields!

I know it sounds confusing the way I’m explaining it. But that’s because while I was stretching my synapses, I got a cramp . . . 

Just go here if you want to join in:  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Addicted to Purple Blog  it’s fun!  (Be sure to hit the refresh button for the latest picture prompt.)

Friday Ficitoneers

Calling Charlie

When Sally saw the condition of the phone, her heart — which was located almost in the middle of her chest — (but too far to the left for her boyfriend, Charlie’s liking) — sank.

Sally’s eyes welled up with tears nearly simultaneously-; the right welling faster than the left (something Charlie abhorred).   Sally grabbed the receiver with her right-hand while wiping tears away with her left and dialed Charlie’s number with her nose — located basically in the middle (but off centered enough to be unattractive Charlie thought) of Sally’s face.

When Charley didn’t answer, it was just as well.

* * * Word Count:  97