I am on vacation (and definitely not at my computer much, so if I haven’t responded to you, that’s why…but I will soon! 🙂 ) but couldn’t miss out on Friday Fictioneers! Thank you, Rochelle! Oops, to late to add a link.
PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio
“It’s fairy grass,” Ellie said. “Fairies visit every night for treats.” Continue reading
This was written for Carrot Ranch. Many thanks to Charli!
Have you ever heard sunshine in laughter? Continue reading
Thank you to Kat Myman for giving us this fun writing treat! Twittering Tales!
Photo by markusspiske at Pixabay.com
Thank you to Rochelle for providing this prompt for Friday Fictioneers!
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
We sit under the maple in Adirondack chairs, sipping fruity rum drinks, your own invention, while a soft breeze stirs the humid air like a spoon in a cauldron. Continue reading
Updated. I messed up. The obvious wasn’t obvious to me when I wrote it.
This piece has been revised to fit the parameters. 250 characters. The original is beneath the newly edited version.
Borrowed and Blue
“It’s okay,” he says.
“The wedding’s ruined.”
“I’m not marrying a dress. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”
His expression says his words are true. I swallow hard.
“You’re my everything.”
I fall in love all over again.
My first Twittering Tale. Thank you, Kat, for offering me an opportunity to Twitter away! 🙂
I can’t look at him. This wedding’s a disaster. Something borrowed, something blue. Continue reading
Thank you to Sonya at Three Line Tales for providing this prompt.
How easy to blame it on a three-year-old, running amuck, tossing ingredients from the medicine cabinet and the refrigerator. Continue reading
This 99-word flash fiction was written for the Carrot Ranch challenge.
“There’re two ways to approach this,” Joe says. Continue reading
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted StrutzÂ
There are some walks you don’t want to take. This is Jason’s.
Mama smiles. “Lovely. Look at the water. Where are we?” Continue reading
Warning: This story is not short on graphic language. If you are offended by such language, please do not continue. Thank you.
We mix Bahama mamas and watch the full moon rise over the ocean while sipping the rum concoction. With the silver glow of the rising full moon upon us, we make love, the waves our symphonic chorus. Continue reading
