Basket-hanging tourist found blissful tropical death.
written in response to J.I. Rogers’ Six-Word Story Challenge prompt tourist; and to The Haunted Wordsmith’s Worth a Thousand Words picture challenge. Photo credit to pasja1000 @ pixabay.com
Tag: Microfiction
Age
Crawling, incoherent, inexorably toward incontinent incoherence.
Response to J.I. Rogers’ Six-Word Story Challenge
Selfishness: A Room of Her Own
She softly closed her bedroom door, easing the doorknob lock into place. Silently, she slid open the top drawer. Gently pushing aside the pile of socks and undies, she carefully reached under the little shelf holding a jumble of wayward buttons, Girl Scout pins, and badges waiting to be sewn onto her sash. Pulling out the little pink book, she inserted the tiny gold key and sighed. “Dear Diary: Why do I feel so guilty, sneaking to be alone in my own room? I just want to write … ”
Behind her, Mother burst in. “So that’s where you hide it!”
99 Words
Inspired by Natalie Swift's post on selfishness. Response to Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge prompt "button"
Selfishness: A True Story?
“…. reorganizing, keeping one secretary, whose salary increases by $10,000. The other leaves today. You wanted increased responsibility. Have seniority. Choice is yours. Half hour to decide.”
WTF? Does he know I’ve been job shopping? More responsibility? Bullshit. From one boss to five is just more work. And Kathy’s new! Single mom; two small kids. She could use the raise. WHOA! With a $10,000 increase, I could finally afford to leave Jon! Backstab Kathy? That’s cold. Well, mom does deride me as selfish. Not true! I always put everyone’s needs before mine. Usually. Now? I just can’t. Guess mom was right after all.
Inspired by Natalie Swift's post on selfishness. Response to Masters of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge's prompt: "Cold".
When The Dragons Came
When the dragons came, everyone froze, mouths agape. I mean, really, who expects dragons nowadays? Magic ran them off years ago. Yet, here they were, all eleven of them, swooping down to soft landings in the square. Just like they still owned the place. So far, they haven’t done much other than preen, flashing golden blue-green iridescence. It’s easy to forget these beauties don’t think twice about torching anyone who looks sideways at them. Jester found that out the hard way. That’s why me and my gaping mouth are over here giving them plenty of space. I’m no fool.
Writers Creed Challenge prompt: "when the dragons came" photo from Pinterest
J.E.M. Wildfire 