Archive for January, 2012

Friday Fictioneers: Jan 27, 2012

Madison Woods presents a kind of flash fiction challenge on Fridays, a picture prompt to get you writing in 100 words or less. Who can resist such a challenge?

You can find the rules here: Friday Fictioneers

This weeks picture prompt, (click for bigger view) and my result, exactly 100 words –

“Uh oh.”

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Uh oh. He was in big trouble.

Tommy stood to the side, head down, pondering what to do next. With a few quick glances, he assessed the situation. There was that big guy with the cap.  He looked kinda mad. Maybe he would argue with the conductor and Tommy could slip away.  The conductor had his back turned. He was helping an old lady off.  Tommy’s feet itched to run. But they wouldn’t move.

A kid, a big guy, and an old lady – what strange company.  At least he wasn’t the only one without a ticket.

Big trouble. Yup.

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That was fun, thank you Madison!

100 words challenge – you bought her what

My first post in this blog is in response to the “100 Word Challenge for Grownups” week 28, found here at Julia’s place:

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you bought her what

The challenge is to take a prompt, and use it creatively within 100 words. The 100 words are in addition to the prompt, so if the prompt is 4 words, one can write up to 104 words for the challenge.  The prompt for this one: …you bought her what…  My entry is 104 words total, and believe me, it wasn’t easy to get it down to that. This is the kind of challenge I love!

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…you bought her what…

“You  bought   her   what?”  The words shot out like bullets, each one precisely aimed and hitting the target.

John hated it when Lynn spoke in bullets.  It smashed his joy.

“It’s her sixteenth birthday. It’s special.  I bought her a car.”

“Take it back.” More bullets.

“Give me one good reason.”

The bullets bled down into pleading  pain. “You know why”

“Lynn,” John gathered her into his arms. He felt the tension leave her body as tears wet his shoulder. “That was years ago. No seatbelts or airbags. This isn’t the same.”

Wetness grew. Barely a whisper now, “Please, take it back.”

He did.

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104 words 🙂 Thanks for reading,

Judee