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What A Deal [flash 184]

George nodded as Shanna showed him the seashell magnets. “These souvenirs will go like hot cakes now that tourists are flooding the town,” he said. “I’ll take three dozen.”

Shanna smiled. “Thank you, George. We always appreciate your business. I just wish I could unload these pretty silkscreen canoe tee shirts. They only have a slight defect.”

George laughed. “Missy, you have a thing or two to learn about sales! Never point out a defect. Maybe I wouldn’t have noticed. What is it?”

Shanna pointed to the edge of the sleeve. “The printer mistakenly got a droplet of blue right here on every shirt. I can give you twenty cents off each.”

“That doesn’t even look like a mistake!” George said. “But since you think it is, how about thirty cents off each, and I’ll take the whole batch?”

“I guess so,” Shanna said.

“Hah.” George grinned. “You’ll learn. Chalk this deal up to your lack of experience.”

*

The moment he had paid and left, Shanna ran into the back and crowed to her boss, “I just sold all those misspelled canoe shirts, wahoo!”

Networking [flash 360]

“Let’s all toast to another great quarter!” Mitch raised his glass. “To Global Imports.”

Wendy smiled and raised her water glass. She was new and hadn’t made a sale yet, but their confidence was infectious.

Bob frowned at her. “You can’t toast with water. It’s bad luck.”

“I don’t drink,” Wendy said. “But I’m really happy to be here at Global, and in fact I have a couple leads to follow up on next–”

“Why don’t you drink?” Larissa asked. “Are you in AA?”

“You can’t ask her that!” Mitch said. “It’s a human rights violation or something.”

But they all stared at her anyway, and Wendy felt obligated to say something. “I’m not an alcoholic,” she said. “But I just don’t feel well when I drink.”

Bob laughed. “You’re obviously not drinking the good stuff! This is top shelf bubbly, Wendy. C’mon, just have half a glass.”

She waved his offer away. “No really. I’d rather not. Thank you though.”

Larissa rolled her eyes. “Whatever. No point in inviting you to come to the picnic on Saturday. People will think you’re weird and snobby if you’re not having beers like the rest of us.”

“Unless you’re pregnant,” Bob said. “Are ya?”

“Bob!” Mitch admonished. “I told you guys ixnay on the personal questions.”

Wendy felt uncomfortable with the group but gamely stayed until they finished the bottle, which was only another few minutes. She walked slowly to her car, wondering what her future was going to be like at Global Imports. Short, most likely.

“Excuse me,” a man said.

Wendy turned around. “Yes?”

“Hi, I’m Tom, and I’d like to give you my card. I know your coworkers and I couldn’t help overhearing a bit of the conversation where they were pressuring you to drink.”

“Oh, well, they were just being friendly.” Wendy didn’t want to badmouth her new company after only a week of work.

“I’m sure. But consider calling me for an interview. We sell non-alcoholic cider and would love to have you aboard, Wendy. Ask for me.” He smiled. “I’ll remember you.”

“The girl who rejected top shelf bubbly.”

“Has a nice ring to it.”

~*~

Fandango’s Flash Fiction 18

Neoma 2.0 [flash 160]

Neoma waited for further instructions. She gazed out at the harbor as dawn turned the dark sea to turquoise and illuminated the commercial boats, few now, more later. The man she’d been assigned to seduce was showering in the bathroom. Now she registered that he’d turned the water off. Soon he would emerge and likely inquire if she desired breakfast. It was possible she would be told to kill him.

The moon tattoo on her wrist emitted a slight vibration. Neoma glanced at it, interpreting the numerical code. She was to leave here immediately and locate a new target, abandoning this one.

“Where are you going?” the man said as Neoma put on her shoes. “Don’t you want coffee?”

He grabbed her arm as she reached for the door handle and she shoved him away, just hard enough that he was only airborne for a moment before landing on the floor.

She turned and left, heading for the yacht club.

~*~

Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge 17

Conversation Overheard

At the dim sum café express.

“Did you exchange your walk-on part in a war for a lead role in a cage?”

“No.”

“What then?”

“I did the hustle.

Shish Ke Babble [flash 145]

“Hi, Lisa,” Mark said as he sat down at the picnic table. “We meet at last. I’m so glad. I’ve heard a lot about you, all of it awesome!”

Lisa shrugged. “Not to be rude, but honestly, Mark, what do we have in common? I’ve been avoiding this setup by our friends because I think we’re actually quite different.”

“True, and not to use a boring old line, but what about ‘opposites attract?'”

“My ex and I were opposites.” Lisa smiled ruefully. “So, I think I can dispel that myth.”

Mark slapped his forehead. “Oh no! Give me enough rope and I’ll hang myself. Sorry for bringing up bad memories, Lisa.”

“It’s okay.” She pointed to their plates. “I see you also like shish-kebab.”

“I do,” he said. “This barbecue is first-rate.”

“I guess we do have one thing in common,” Lisa admitted.

~*~

June 4 Prompts ~ HWDP

The Wager [flash 170]

“I’m so bored,” Brian said as the sun began to set. “There’s never anything to do around this humdrum place.”

Mark lazily bounced a basketball. “Yeah. We could ride our bikes to Andy’s, but he won’t have any fun ideas either.”

“I have an idea,” Brian’s mom Jill said, as she opened the screen door. “I’ll make you boys a wager that you’re too scared to take your sleeping bags and spend the night in the old McAllister house.”

“I’m not scared!” Brian said immediately.

“Me neither,” Mark chimed in. “But wasn’t there some drama a while back after the fire? My grandma said it was haunted.”

Jill smiled at the boys. “Surely two smart twelve-year-olds don’t believe in ghosts. If you win, I’ll pay you both twenty bucks.”

“Woohoo, easy money!” Brian high-fived his friend. “What if we lose?”

“If you lose, you’ll both spend the weekend helping me clean it.” Jill sighed. “I just got the listing agreement signed by the heirs of the estate.”

~*~

THW Fiction Prompt

The Friendship Cafe [flash 250]

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.

~*~

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge

Spoils of War [fanfic 225]

“Wot the Seven Hells is that?” Patryck stared at the tattered and stained document his commanding officer had spread out on the wooden table.

“It’s the new map. They’ve divided up the lands all different now since the Day of the Dragon.” The commander looked down as he spoke. They were silent for a moment in memory of that horror. All present had lost many loved ones in the firestorm.

Foxcroft poked at the map. “That blue there is where the Iron Islands are just as before. I heard Yara got away from King’s Landing in a hurry.”

“Almost as if she knew.” Patryck said. “You think the Dragon Queen warned her?”

The commander shrugged. “Can’t trust a foreign usurper. But they didn’t seek any advice from seasoned military men, only imps and eunuchs.”

“Where are we headed?” Foxcroft asked, which was the question on everyone’s mind.

“New orders have arrived by raven,” the commander announced. “Danger stalks our wise one and he has seen his own death in a vision. Note where the red river diverts at the yellow marking. We go there to Eagles Nest to guard his nephew. Be ready to leave at first light.”

The men nodded and drank, oblivious to the presence of the new servant, a plain girl from abroad, who was listening closely while she served them ale.

~*~

Via Rorschach Test

Why I Write…

The answer to this question varies with my mood. Some days I have a story to share that I think people will enjoy. Other times I simply need to express myself and words are my best tool for that. There are times I feel like being clever with language. Other days I have this ridiculous notion I’ve come up with something important to convey. Once I answered this question by talking about how writing fiction and poetry is the best way for me to organize my scattered thoughts and make some kind of sense of this messy world too.

I was thinking about all this a little while ago when I re-downloaded my drafts of Attractive Nuisance and Sweet Nothings from the cloud. The other day I’d told a friend I hadn’t been working on a novel lately, only flash fiction and poetry, because I can’t focus for more than a few minutes at a time. But ever since yesterday, when I impulsively replied to Jim’s post about a song, by jabbering on about an old pile of writing, I’ve been energized about working on this layered tale again.

Thing is, I don’t think it’s coincidence that this happened at the end of a week when I’m feeling especially frustrated at other people’s behavior. I’ve never been good at seeing patterns in the actions of real characters unless they’re completely obvious. I’m much better with fiction. And, of course, writing my own gives me a feeling of control I get nowhere else ~ I create a new world, populate it with my creations, and make them do what I want.

Just noodling. Back to work! 😀

Priorities [flash 61]

Jake stood at the command center. “Officer Liam, proceed to navigate this ship away from star base now.”

“Aye, Captain.” Liam brought down the hammer and commented, “It’s cloudy.”

Jake frowned. “What is that large, slow-moving object behind us?”

“It’s Mom,” their mother said. “I told you kids to clean up the family room before you began playing spaceships again.”