Lunch At Brennan’s Restaurant- Fiction

Time again for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.  Thanks to PJ for hosting this weekly challenge.  please follow little froggy for more stories.

Here is the photo and my story:

fancy lunchLunch At Brennan’s  Restaurant

On Irene’s 13th birthday we took the streetcar, downtown, to see another Clint Eastwood movie.

“After this,” I said, “a fancy lunch.”  I squeezed her hand.

“Oh!  Let’s go lunch at Maison Blanche!”  Irene’s eyes lit up.

I giggled.  It was no intention, of mine, to take Irene to some department store for lunch.   I was welcoming my best friend into her teens.

The movie was so Clint.  Then we headed out, down Royal Street and right into Brennan’s Restaurant.

Irene pulled me aside.  “We can’t afford to eat here, Sissy!”

“I’ll just sign the bill,”  I said.


“Sure.  That’s what Dad always does.”

Some of the staff recognized me.   They called me Mademoiselle Cici.    I cringed.  I was moving away from Cici and into Sissy.

When the menu came,  it was in French.

“Let’s just order hamburgers,” I said.  “Hamburgers on french bread.  The french bread is really great here!”


This week’s photo prompt is provided by Graham, author of the blog, grahamisjustmyname. Thank you Graham!

12 thoughts on “Lunch At Brennan’s Restaurant- Fiction

    • Thanks, doc. I’m not happy with it yet. Or maybe I’m just not happy, right now…physical therapy is, i’m sure, some leftover medieval form of torture! another week or so and I should be my regular happy self 😛

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  1. Enjoyable story. Teenagers definitely have their own way of doing things and worry less of what other people will think. Fun and unusual experiences adds to their memory bank for sharing in later years.

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