“Dad! It’s number four!”
“I see it, Trav.” Brad tried to muster as much enthusiasm to counter the growing sense of dread. “Are you guys ready to have some fun?” How did he end up taking four children under the age of eight to an amusement park?
That’s right: he actually volunteered to do it.
Jillian spent the first night of their vacation locked in the bathroom, courtesy of a dinner entrée that decided to bite back. She suggested that Brad take their seven-year old twins, Travis and Tristan, three-year old Justin, and six-month old Brandy to spend the day at the pool while she rested. Brad insisted that he could handle the kids in the park alone for one day.
“Afternoon, sir. Tickets?” Brad gave their tickets to the shuttle operator. “One adult. Four children.”
“Sir, there are only three children.”
Brad looked around frantically and started to count. One, Brandy. Two, Justin. Three, Tristan…
Word count: 160
This is my offering for the 117th Challenge of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by the phenomenal Priceless Joy. Many thanks to Yinglan for this week’s photo prompt.
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I lied. I never loved you.
This is my offering for the Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge hosted by Nicola. This week’s prompt is BOMBSHELL.
I love the beach, and I love to people watch. Sitting on my lounger, clad in sunglasses and a wide-brim hat, I blend into the surrounding landscape to observe unsuspecting beachgoers.
There is a darling young couple who appear to be enamored with one another, sharing kisses and inappropriate touches just beyond the shoreline.
I spot grandparents on holiday with their two young grandchildren. As their grandfather encourages them to venture further out into the ocean, his wife alternatively scolds him while gently coaxing the children closer to the shore.
A group of college students just arrived, carrying chairs and a cooler full of water bottles. Or so it appears. As the day wears on and the lively group becomes more boisterous, it is obvious that the bottles contain more than just water.
Or maybe not. All of this is pure speculation on my part, a by-product of my overactive imagination. I gather my things and prepare to take my leave. Tomorrow is new day, another opportunity to create new stories.
Word count: 171
This is my offering for the 116th Challenge of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by Priceless Joy. Many thanks to Louise of The Storyteller’s Abode for this week’s photo prompt.
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