humorous 100-word fiction

Friday Ficitoneers: Benny Flump’s French

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Hello Dear Readers!  Happy Wednesday!  The only day of the week that has a hump — giving the rest of the days of the week something to grip onto thus keeping them from flying off into space. 

Plus Wednesday is also Friday Fictioneers Day, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple  — so it’s all good.

Here’s the prompt picture which will serve as this week’s inspiration for a 100-word story provided by Dawn M. Miller.

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Copyright Dawn Miller

Benny Flump’s French

Mademoiselle Bouillabaisse-Bourgeois crossed the lobby of the Eiffel Tower, and all eyes drank of her beauty like they were drinking a tumbler of Chardonnay after eating a 16-inch baguette.

But no eyes drank more than Benny Flump’s.  Benny’s eyes were bigger than his stomach when it came to beautiful French women. And Benny thought Mademoiselle Bouillabaisse-Bourgeois the most beautiful creature he had ever pronounced.

They would marry!

At the top of the Eiffel Tower she said “I do.” Benny replied “adieu” and then jumped.

Oh, Benny Flump’s French left a lot to be desired I should have probably said earlier.

Until next time . . . I love you

 

Friday Fictioneers: Mr. Sims and the Maple Bar of Death

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Aaaaand it’s fake Friday again!  One tiny problem I have with the calendar is that it’s so repetitive and predictable.  That’s why I like  Friday Fictioneers — a 100-word, picture-prompt writing challenge over at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, Addicted to Purple — because it starts on Wednesdays.  And I think you’d agree that nothing spices up the week like having Friday on Wednesday!  Anyway, here’s this week’s picture prompt by way of Scott Vanatter: (copyright – Indira)

Friday Fictioneers 100 word story

Mr. Sims and the Maple Bar of Death

“No, Mr. Sims, you misunderstood my instructions.”

“But you asked me if I wanted to do a donut, so I spun out.”

“No, I asked if you wanted the rest of my donut.”

“So I flunked my driver’s test?”

“That will depend on your three-point turn.”

“I can do that with my eyes closed!”

“Careful Mr. Sims! That’s a sheer drop off . . . LOOK OUT!”

“What happened?”

“You’ve plunged us off the cliff, Mr. Sims.”

“So I flunked my driver’s test?”

“Yes.”

“Okay . . . but one last question.”

“Yes?”

“You gonna eat the rest of that maple bar?”

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Until next time . . . I love you