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The New Guy [flash 145]

Man in shades

“So, I introduced Dad to my new boyfriend Ken last night,” Barbara said to her friend Midge as they perused the brunch menu.

Midge peered at Barbara over the menu. “Ooh! How did that go? He’s always had so much antipathy to everyone you’ve dated.”

“Dad is just quixotic.” Barbara shrugged. “He has such grand ideals, but normal people can’t live up to them. However, this time he was unperturbed by my choice.”

“I assume that’s because Ken didn’t argue with your dad about politics?” Midge smiled.

“Ken didn’t say a word!” Barbara laughed. “I’ve found a genuine trophy this time. The strawberry French toast sounds good to me today. How about you?”

“I’m thinking of a veggie omelette,” Midge said. “But I still think you could do better than a plastic blowup doll who never argues about anything.”

“Nah.” Barbara said. “I like dolls.”

~*~

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Last Embrace [flash 188]

Hugging goodbye

Where I go, no one can follow.

Michelle’s words reverberated in Owen’s mind as he hugged her goodbye. He had deviated from their “no strings attached” arrangement this afternoon and proffered his heart. She’d gone pale immediately and reminded him of their agreement to remain emotionally uninvolved.

“I tried,” he told her. “I failed! Can you honestly admit you feel nothing for me after all these months?”

Michelle just shook her head and put on her coat. “You know what I have to do.”

“Yes.” He nodded. “And I can go with you. I know it’ll be tough, but together we—”

She held up a hand and interrupted. “Where I go, no one can follow. I’m sorry, Owen. My mission is more important than a romance.”

He’d walked her to the dock, feeling angry, but that soon morphed into a piercing sadness. Owen knew he couldn’t change her mind, no matter what he said.

“Thank you for understanding,” Michelle said now as she stepped away.

Owen didn’t understand, but he watched her stride toward the nondescript foreign boat, the scent of her citrus perfume still hovering in the air.

~*~

Written for MLM’s Challenge 333 and today’s Go Dog Go Writing Prompt.

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Baby Baby Baby [MLM]

Woman annoyed

Yeah, I got your message in a bottle. And now you followed me all around New York City.

I was hoping to reconcile, sugar pie honey bunch. Baby, I need your loving. Honey, I miss you and I’m being good. Just give me one more chance. Oh babe, what would you say?

I think my silence speaks for itself. Now take your massive ego and walk away.

Don’t do me like that! Oh girl. Don’t be cruel. Baby, I’m a want you…

I hear your frustration. But you and I travel to the beat of a different drum. I told you not to get hooked on me.

Baby I love your way. Every day! Please let me call you sweetheart.

You don’t actually know my name, do you?

~*~

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Challenge.

Photo credit to Ali Pazani (alipzn) via Unsplash.

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Outfoxed [3LineTales]

Fox

Welcome to the afterlife, English lords!

Every day we shall have a hunt.

Won’t that be fun?

~*~

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Written for Three Line Tales 242.

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Truthful Tuesday Books

Books butterflies

PCGuyIV continues his Truthful Tuesday prompt with some questions about books.

Do you have a favorite author? If so, who and why? If not, why not?

I have several! For romance novels, I love Jennifer Crusie. She creates very multi-dimensional characters. When I’m in the mood for a detective story, I like the late Lawrence Sanders, especially his Delaney and McNally series. When I want to read a short story, Ray Carver is my guy. He packs so much meaning into so few words. I also enjoy novels and short stories by Haruki Murakami… they’re a bit weird in a good way. And Robert Frost is my favorite poet. Hard to explain “why” with poetry!

What was the first book you remember enjoying reading?

Arty the Smarty! It was about a fish. Let me see if I can find it… Yes! Amazon has it for $149. Yipes, wish I’d kept my little books. 💰

What three books best sum up your taste in literature?

Jennifer Crusie’s Faking It (romance). Ray Carver’s Where I’m Calling From (literary fiction/short stories). The Third Deadly Sin by Lawrence Sanders (murder/drama/police work).

Collared [socs flash 81]

Blonde woman face mouth lips

Collins’ captain complimented him on the killer’s collar. “Congrats on the capture, Collins! Go home and grab a cold one from your cooler.”

But as soon as he closed the door, Collins was confronted by his wife Karen with one of his unclean shirts. “What’s this candy pink lipstick on your collar?” she queried. “Have you been canoodling with Kelly?”

“‘Course not,” Collins countered, cruising to the fridge.

“I’m crushed, you cad!” Karen cried.

“Calm yourself,” he caviled. “That’s Kathy’s color.”

~*~

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Generation Yap [flash 85]

Cheeseburger and fries

“Dude, this burger looks awesome!” Dylan shouted when he sat down at the table. “Get in mah belly!”

“Young man,” Grandpa bristled. “Must you use such obnoxious vocabulary?”

“Chillax, Geepah.” Dylan waved a fry. “I was giving Moms a compliment.”

Grandpa sighed. “In my day, we would have said something more pleasant, such as the cat’s meow.”

“But our cat howls all night,” Dylan pointed out. “That doesn’t seem like a compliment.”

“All right, burgers!” Dad said as he arrived at the table. “Fuckin’ A!”

gatbsy kitty cat

~*~

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Images are mine and not mine…

Home Sweet Home [flash 200]

Pumpkin house

Okay, so yeah, Peter bought this house for me a while back and at first I was all happy to putter around my own place, but now I think he did it just to bully me.

Why do you feel that way?

Well, sometimes I want to take a little jaunt to town by myself and he always says to wait for him. I never get to go anywhere alone.

And how does that make you feel?

Like a child really. I have to ask him for cash to spend because he made me quit my business of selling baskets of painted pine cones.

How do you envision the future?

I’m a bit scared honestly. Apparently, this is Peter’s pattern. I recently found out he bought his first wife a house on Pumpkin Place too… and then she mysteriously disappeared.

Are you afraid he intends to harm you?

I don’t know. The other day when we went to town, he bought a spelling book and said he intends to memorize every word.

Are you talking about reading or magic?

I’m not sure, but isn’t it a bit strange that yesterday you were a squirrel and today you’re a talking psychiatrist?

Squirrel

~*~

Written for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt.

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Misty Reminiscing [flash 123]

It was a night like this, when the mist rolled in so thick you couldn’t even see a fist right in front of your face. Everything was grey as the grave. All my plans fizzled as drizzle began and I saw the flash of silver in your hand. I knew you meant to say goodbye where no one could hear me cry and you could disappear without a trace. Though I accepted my fate, I didn’t mean to slip on the slick stones and push you into the river. It still gives me the shivers all these years later when I visit this place. Darling, I miss you every day, but it seems you got your wish after all, in a roundabout way.

~*~

Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction 82.

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Sharp Words [socs]

Crayons

Not the sharpest crayon in the shed, are ya?

You’re mixing metaphors, buddy. Perhaps your elevator doesn’t go to the penthouse any longer.

Penthouse, shmenthouse. You know what they say about stones…

Sticks and stones, man.

Glass houses is all I’m saying.

My glass is half-full because I’m an optimist.

I think you need an optometrist, pal. That glass is half-full of pee.

It’s lemonade, ya doofus. That’s what we cheery types make when life gives us lemons.

Cheery, cherry, dingleberry. Lemons are for losers! I have a banana in my pocket.

You’re probably just happy to see me.

I’ll be happy to see the last of you, is what. Don’t let the door hit ya.

That door? The one with the armed guard?

“You’re talking to yourself again,” the guard said. “I’m telling the doctor you need more meds.”

Mom always spoils our fun.

I know, right?

~*~

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