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The Letter [fss]

Sand bottle message rat

Ella lay on a blanket in her secret spot, trying to sort out her emotions as she watched the waves crash onto the rocks. Her diamond ring glittered in the sunlight, and just when she told herself to stop moping and be happy, tears began to flow. She wiped her eyes on her sleeve and looked up to find a dirty old bottle on the sand with an envelope inside.

Ella was shocked when she opened the envelope and saw that it was a letter in her own handwriting. “To whom it may concern, I am trapped in a terrible evil with no way out. There was a time I stood at a crossroads and took the wrong path, the easy way. Now all is darkness and despair. Maybe this message will save someone else.”

The wind off the water grew colder and Ella woke from her nap. Where was that weird bottle and the letter? Oh! It had all been a dream! She smiled as she looked down at her left hand. Next weekend she would be married, off on her honeymoon to Paris, and never be stressed by anything again…

~*~

Image from Pixabay. Written for Fandango’s Story Starter.

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The Friendship Café [repost]

Road trip gas

Stan was starving. It had been half a day since he’d passed a rest stop, and he had long since run out of his stash of trail mix. Plus, his VW bug was now dangerously low on gas. As he daydreamed of a sumptuous bowl of lovely fettuccine noodles drenched with Alfredo sauce and topped with fresh seafood, he saw a sign for “Gas & Eats.”

That would have to suffice. Stan exited the dark, desert highway and proceeded along the bumpy unpaved road until he came to a common self-service gas station with a diner behind it. After filling his tank, Stan moseyed over to the restaurant, noting with pleasure the scent of garlic and onions starting to dominate the air. Mmm!

“Welcome to the Friendship Café!” a beautiful brunette greeted him as he walked through the door. An equally beautiful redhead stood by her side. “I’m Maori and this is Shayla. We love to make new friends for dinner.”

“Me too,” Stan said. “I’m Stan, and I’m starving. What’s on the menu!”

“You!” Shayla giggled. “Just take off your clothes in the back room, put on the light robe, and we’ll be all set to begin.”

“Wow, this is friendly!” Stan went in the back to disrobe. What a fun place he’d found. Dinner and a threesome, woohoo!

Maori and Shayla sharpened their knives in the kitchen as the water began to boil under the large pot. Stan looked so good, and the girls were very very hungry.

~*~

Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.

Image credit to Bruno Aquirre at Unsplash.

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The Paperboy [fss]

Blackbird crow tree green morning


At a time when most people were struggling for wealth and/or glory, Bob felt content with his quiet life and his paper route. He subsisted on beans and toast, while others dined upon steak and champagne. When that rich food and decadent lifestyle began to kill them, Bob stayed slim and fit. He would never crow about his good health however as death and despair hovered over the wealthy, for he knew he could get hit by a truck tomorrow. He greeted each day with a smile in fascination over simple things like flowers and butterflies, never troubling himself to read the articles in the news he brought to others.

“Paperboy arrested for poisoning his customers!”

~*~

Image from Pexels.

Written for Fandango’s Story Starter and Go Dog Go Café’s Tuesday Writing Prompt.

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Lunch in the Rain [tlt]

Storm clouds canal boats purple

Armed with a deluxe picnic basket and a bottle of champagne, he took his girl down to the boat only to discover a sky full of angry storm clouds.

She kissed him and said not to worry because they could have their romantic lunch on the dock under the shelter.

As they clink glasses and smile while the rain teems down, he realizes romance is all about attitude, not location.

~*~

Written for Three Line Tales.

Image credit to Federico Beccari @ Unsplash.

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Surprise!

Dock sunset water

Peeking through the window, Lydia’s surprise turned to horror when she saw them stumble drunkenly up the boat dock, trip, and drop the birthday cake splat on the ground.

“Grandma?” she said to the snoozing old lady in the rocker. “The guys are here for your special day.”

“Wha’ day?” Grandma mumbled.

Lydia hadn’t wanted the party at all while she was hiding out, but her brothers had simply shown up. Any excuse to down some brews, she guessed and rolled her eyes.

“Your ninety-fifth birthday!” Lydia pasted on a fake smile as her brothers banged on the door and hollered. All she had to do was stay gone another 24 hours and she would get everything, while her ex would end up blamed for the whole financial fiasco.

“Hey, guys!” She opened the door and hugged her annoying siblings. It was nice they still cared about Grandma, even a little.

“The cake met with a little accident, Lyd,” Gary said. “Sorry about that. Maybe we can bake one.”

“Who’s this?” Lydia gestured at a fourth man behind the group.

“He’s a friend of Tommy’s,” Brian said.

Tommy belched. “I thought he was Gary’s friend.”

The man stepped forward and shoved an envelope into Lydia’s hand. “You’ve been served,” he said. “Have a nice day.”

As Lydia watched him stride away, detouring around the smashed cake, she felt her careful plans crumble to ruins.

~*~
Image credit to Kenrick Mills @Unsplash.

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See and Fandango’s Story Starter.

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Decisions [fffc]

Field of doors

There were so many paths he could take. He watched his peers each decisively choose a door to their future, while he waited, weighing the pros and cons of each. Just when one path was leading the pack, he became beset with anxiety, knowing it would close off the others. He was startled at how quickly some doors disappeared as he kept waffling. Tomorrow, he vowed. He would sleep on the remaining choices and make his final decision in the morning.

When he awoke, every door had vanished but one.

~*~

Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.
Image from Writerscentre.com.

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PCF3: We’ve Got Issues

red shoes

I knew he was trouble when he sashayed up to me in those fancy cowboy boots. He gave me the once-over and his gaze settled on my feet, which were encased in the sparkling glass slippers I had borrowed from the palace museum after handing in my notice.

“Whatchu gonna do in those shoes?” he drawled.

“Dance the night away,” I replied loftily.

He laughed. “Those don’t look like dancing shoes, mam.”

“Neither do your boots,” I retorted.

“These boots are made for walkin’,” he said. “And that’s just what they’ll do. Care to join me?”

I shook my head and pointed to the discrepancy in our footwear. His boots were tough and scuffed, while my slippers were delicate and glamorous. “Those are your shoes,” I told him. “These are my shoes. We’ve got issues.”

That’s when he pulled out his badge.

~*~

Welcome to my Friday afternoon paint chip prompt. There are other paint chip prompts out there, but they’re very precise in what they ask for. Mine is open ~ write a poem, a story, a memory, whatever you like. Take your inspiration this week from Valspar’s “cowboy boots” and/or “glass slippers.” Tag your post Paint Chip Friday, or PCF, if you wish. Prompt will continue until December 31.

Image from Pexels. Song references from the Eagles’ “Those Shoes,” Van Halen’s ”Dance the Night Away,” Nancy Sinatra’s “These Boots,” and Atmosphere’s “We’ve Got Issues.”

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Valentines [repost]

valentine cupcake

They were not sentimental people, and they had many differences. He grew irritated over her lack of interest in the arts; she snapped at him for being so unhelpful around the house. They didn’t bother buying gifts for each other. You would never find them exchanging Valentine’s Day cards or candy. In another era, they might have divorced, but they celebrated their 50th Wedding Anniversary before she died. When he moved into Assisted Living, the attendant asked his secret for so many years of togetherness. He said: “Find the most beautiful girl in the world and make her happy.”

~*~

Written for the Carrot Ranch [99 words].

Image source unknown.

Happy anniversary, Mom & Dad. RIP.

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Special Occasion

Cheers wine romance sunset

“Mimosas!” Stacy squealed as she walked into the breakfast nook. ”What’s the special occasion, honey?”

Her husband Curt handed her a glass. ”Just celebrating how lucky I am to have such a lovely wife.”

They toasted, kissed, and sat at the table, which was festooned with fresh fruit and cinnamon rolls. ”This makes me feel so much better,” Stacy said. ”I had a horrible nightmare just before I woke up.”

“What was it about?” Curt asked, glancing at his phone.

“Well… sort of a big Halloween party with lots of people. Some I knew and some I didn’t. It was chaotic, in a strange house with lots of rooms. You were disguised as a demon who was trying to get me to eat a poisoned apple, but I refused to taste it.”

“Hmm,” Curt murmured as he began to type on his phone while Stacy prattled on.

“Yes, and my boss was there and coworkers from my last job and people from high school and my family… even my grandma! I saw the president too. Oh, and there was a sexy girl demon I didn’t know who kept following you around. Her name was Melissa.”

Curt smiled at his phone. “Marissa.”

~*~

Image from Pexels.

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Prom Dress

prom dress window

No one would buy the house. No matter how well he cleaned or how many white sage candles he burned, it was always the same. They’d walk into the girl’s room and that ghostly, ghastly aqua prom dress floated at the window, with rose petals scattered on the floor, and blood spattered on the walls.

Finally, he gave up and moved into the house himself. Months passed with nothing, but one warm April night she showed up in his bedroom, music wafting behind her and a knife in her hand.

“Dance with me, Daddy?”

It wasn’t really a question.

~*~

Image and prompt from the Carrot Ranch (99 words).

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