Go Fish–Sunday Photo Fiction


© A Mixed Bag

Sunday Photo Fiction⇐this is the link if you want to participate.

Thank you to Alistair at Sunday Photo Fiction as always for providing this prompt! To read more stories for this prompt, click here.


Go Fish

I didn’t want to attend the party, but promised my roommate who thought I should meet “real men” instead of library geeks.

I arrived late, purposefully. The girls were inebriated, the guys barely drunk.

“Nice party,” I said.

Dave, the host, smiled. “You’re in time for the last round.”


“Russian Pong.”

“Russian pong?”

“Toss the olive in the vodka. Miss. You drink.”

“If I don’t miss?”

“I drink.”


“You’re going to do it?”

I nodded. I saw several of the guys hand over money to Bill, my library geek.

Someone gave me a bowl of olives.

“Do you want to practice?” Dave asked.

“No. Let’s get this done.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s what I’m talking about.”

I landed the first olive in the glass. Dave’s eyes widened then he drank. I repeated my performance until all the guys had their turn.

“Don’t you guys have to throw?” I asked.

Let it not be said that the frat house boys refused to play the game right. Each missed.

“How?” Bill asked.

“Remember I told you my big brother schooled my little brother and me on how to win all the carnival games? I was goldfish girl.”


end 3/4/2017 (197 words)

S. Darlington




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