“He opened the door but he pinched my butt, is that a warning sign?”
“I pay the bills, because he has no job. Does that make me a feminist?”
“I was born female then became a he, and now I want to have a baby, the doctor says it might have psychological implications, what do you think?”
I soak it all in, acting professional.
Tangled limbs on the couch; sponge full.
There’s a puddle beneath my heart, I guess am already dripping.
Stuck in the middle, in a labyrinth of confusion.
Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by John Nixon, the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories
city center isn’t it? How about somewhere more private?”
“I’m getting really fed-up with this need for
privacy. Is there
“forget I said anything.
four pm good for you?”
“something I need to know?”
“Calm down don’t go all vixen.”
“No secrets here babe.”
He took the bait. It will cost you an extra £10,000 pounds for a video.
Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by Marie Gail Stratford and the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.
“From her small balcony, the witch watched the world go by, looking down on everyone else as though she was better than us.” Grandma snarled
“The horrible man eating cow!”
In an amused despairing voice mother cautioned “I don’t like you talking like this in front of my Billie mum, it’s not right.”
Still hissing with venom, grandma coughed and carried on “What’s wrong with it, she needs to learn about such despicable people. You listen to your grandma Billie: there are everywhere, large bosomed red-haired conniving lot desperate to get their hands on your man.”
“Honestly mother, let it go and even if Billie gets a man she won’t have to worry about him wondering off with a red-haired lady … ”
“I’m certain she won’t, grandma has taught her well,”
“No mum, you keep forgetting. Billie is a red-haired lady, perhaps people should worry about her! Honestly mother.”
The witch looked on as they walked past her house.
This story was inspired by the comedy series Bread.
Written by Chioma I.N
In response to the mondaysfinishthestory flash fiction challenge hosted by Barbara. The picture and the first sentence are provided and you have to complete the story in 100- 150 words. Click on this link to read others stories.