Speed Dating

“So this was your bright idea?  Speed Dating 101?”

“Yep!”

“Come on, you can’t be serious?”

“Why not?  It’s Saturday night and neither of us has a date.”

“And so?”

“And so, it’ll be fun.”

“Fun for who?”

“For the both of us.  It’s only five rounds. Five minutes each.  The bell marks the end of round.  There is a mixer after the final round where you can talk to someone who may have sparked your interest.  Or leave and go home.”

“And the cups are for what exactly?”

“It’s just water, you know for drinking.  Talking to people actually works up a thirst.  You should try it sometime.”

“Or not because talking to you always exhaust me.”

“Come on, Shelly.  What have we got to lose by giving this a try?”

“I don’t know: our dignity!”

“Don’t be so dramatic.  This is long overdue.  You need to get back out there.  It’s been two years.”

“I know, Aimee.”

“He’s not coming back.”

“I know.  Let’s do this!” 



This is my offering for the 112th Challenge of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by Priceless Joy.  Many thanks to Dawn Miller for this week’s prompt.  Click here to read more amazing flash fiction.

Everlasting Love

I inherited my love of reading from my grandfather.  The oldest of eight children, Pop-pop dropped out at seventeen to work at the local factory.  He’d planned to go to college, but his dream died along with his father.  By the time his youngest sibling graduated high school, Pop-pop was married to his childhood sweetheart with a baby on the way.   Family always came first.

After dinner, Pop-pop spent hours in his barn.  One evening, I asked if I could tag along, and he agreed.  Inside the barn, there was an old wagon filled with old mattresses and pillows atop bales of hay.  It was surrounded by stacks and stacks of newspaper.  This is where Pop-pop retreated each and every night, reading the day’s paper from cover to cover. 

It became our nightly ritual.  I’d follow my grandfather into the barn, and we’d sit side-by-side in comfortable silence.  Pop-pop with his newspaper, and me with a book of my own. 

word count: 160  

 



 

This is my offering for the 111th Week of the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenged hosted by Priceless Joy.  Many thanks to Yinglang for this week’s photo prompt.

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Reblog: Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge

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Challenge open Saturday 15th April 2017 – Thursday 20th April 2017

Welcome to the Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge.

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Today’s prompt is:

Outcast

My attempt at today’s prompt is:

You are no longer welcome here.

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Brothers

“I wonder where it goes?” Oliver asks.

“Where what goes?”

“The water. Once it gets out of the mountains, I wonder where it leads.”

“That’s stupid.  What does it matter?”

“I think I want to follow it.  Try at least.”

“Now that is really stupid, dude.”

“It’s not stupid.  It’s an adventure.”

“It’s a stupid adventure.”

“It’ll be fun.  Walking along the river bank, there’ll be all kinds of cool things.”

“Where will you sleep?  What would you eat?”

“I’d take some camping equipment, and just fish or whatever from the river.”

“You’ll eat raw fish?  Dude, that’s like sushi.  Natural sushi!”

“I just told you, I’d take camping equipment, which means I’ll be able to start a fire.”

“How long do you think it will take?”

“Don’t know. That’s part of the adventure.”

“What will you do once you get to wherever?”

“I don’t know.  I’d figure it out.”

“Like I said.  Stupid.”

Word count: 154

 


 

This is my offering for the 110th Challenge for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by Priceless Joy at Beautiful Words.  Many thanks to Maria with Doodles and Scribbles for this week’s prompt.  Click here to read more amazing flash fiction.