Pink At The Beach – Fiction

Time again for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.  So grateful to PJ for hosting this weekly challenge. This week’s photo prompt is provided by Grant-Sud. Thank you Grant-Sud!  Please follow little froggy for more stories.

Here is the photograph and my story:

Pink At The Beach

Each evening, during summers at the beach house, several generations of my family  gather in the fireside room. Sometimes we play dominoes. Maybe we feel up to the challenge of a jigsaw puzzle. Or, we pretend. Or we get carried away with a word. I like those evenings best of all.

“Quick now,” boomed Cousin Roddy one night. “What do you think of when you think of the color pink?”

And all round the table we went until it was my turn. I looked at my husband.

“I’m pregnant,” I beamed. “And I think it’s gonna be a girl.”

Ellespeth

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My Graduates – Flash 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:

My Graduates

It was June. Our youngest child was graduating from high school that afternoon.

My husband, Max, walked through the back door at around lunch time. “So that’s that,” he said.

“And you have Sonia’s corsage?” I asked. Sonia. Our young son’s prom date.

“What?” Max asked.

I walked over to him with an embrace. “Let’s start this over,” I said. “So what’s what?”

“I was laid off today,” Max said. He nuzzled against my neck and I pressed close to him.

You can hope and wish for something. But we knew this was coming. Max was 60 years old. Lots of younger people stepping up to beg his shoes.

“Both my favorite men graduating,” I whispered. My lips teased his. I think he sorta smiled.

When we sent our youngest off to college we rented a U-Haul, painted with dinosaurs, and moved to Florida.

Ellespeth

 

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yinglan

Saturday Afternoons At Lou’s – Fiction

Here is my submission for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.  75-150 words about where the photo, below, takes you.  Great photograph from Sonya over at Only 100 Words for our photo prompt.

Thanks to PJ for hosting this weekly challenge, and for her constant encouragement.  I’m putting the froggy you can click to read other entries…or submit an entry!

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Saturday Afternoons At Lou’s

When I was a kid, the most important day of the week was Saturday. That’s the day Mom would take my sister and I with her to Lou’s Beauty Salon.

Lou was the hair stylist for some of the Playboy Bunnies in our city. My sister and I would drool every time a Bunny walked into the salon. We wanted their never-ending legs and their so platinum blonde hair. We wanted everything about anything that went on at Lou’s.

And then there was that fateful Saturday. We were trying to act grown up. We were reading all the old trashy movie magazines.

I started crying. “I hate Eddie Fisher!” I screamed.

“But you love Eddie Fisher,” replied my sister.

“Look here!” I held up a movie magazine and pointed to a picture of Eddie Fisher with Elizabeth Taylor. ” He left Tammy for Cleopatra!”

Ellespeth

Just For Now Somewhere Else – Fiction

Time for this week’s Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers.   It begins anew each Wednesday.   100-150 words more or less to do with   the photo below  (photo changes each week).  I’ll put the link to this week’s stories at the end of this piece.  Drop by to read or write or both 🙂

Thanks to  PJ for hosting this each week.  It’s so much appreciated.

pj'sJust For Now Somewhere Else

Have you ever had a longing just to hop a boat and sail away into another reality?  I know, right?  But listen up all you non-believers and head-shakers.  Once in a lifetime, though maybe not your lifetime,  these sorts of moments do actually happen.

“It’s only a few bags,  honey.   Just put ’em in your car and drive me to the pier,”  I implored.  “I wish you’d come with me.  I have an extra ticket.”

“Dad just died and you’re going cruising the world for a year?”   my son asked.  He eyed me as though I had some suspicious intent.

“That’s right.  Your dad bought these tickets the day before he retired.”  I met my son’s gaze. “He’d expect me to use mine.”

“But Mom…I mean…honestly.”

“Don’t be so much like I’ve always been, Bud.”  I reached out and embraced my son.

“I don’t know, Mom.”

“It doesn’t seem proper, does it?”  I asked.

“I don’t know, Mom.”

“It’s probably not proper  But I’m going cruising today.”

“I know,  Mom.”

“Coming with me?”

Ellespeth

photo thanks to pixabay.com

When We Were Treading Water – Fiction

Time for this week’s Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers.   It takes place each Wednesday.   100-150 words more or less.  I’ll put the link to this week’s stories at the end of this piece.  Drop by to read or write or both 🙂

We’re all so thankful to PJ (Priceless Joy) for hosting this challenge and giving us a chance have people read our work and to read the work of others.  This is such a gift.  So **    ** PJ.

I’ve put a link to other stories for this prompt. 

Here’s the photo and my story (175 words):

cotton candy standWhen We Were Treading Water

I was seven years old that summer.  Wednesday mornings,  mom would haul the five of us down Old Beach Road and into the amusement park.  There was an Olympic sized swimming pool just past the Clownzie Cotton Candy Stand.  Mom had us doing swimming lessons and learning how to tread water just in case a hurricane came and flooded us all out.

Dad was drunk that summer.  Most of his nights were spent sleeping on a bench at the Greyhound Bus station.   Every night mom had us pray to the Virgin Mary.  We’d ask her to take care of daddy and make him well again.

One Wednesday, our prayers were answered.   Daddy was home to take us to our swimming lessons.  He promised us cotton candy from the Clownzie Stand.

“You have to tread water for 5 minutes to get cotton candy,”  he told us.

I was tired after three minutes.  Daddy stooped down low .  “Keep going, Irene,” he said.  “Keep going, sweetie,” he coaxed.

“I’m tired, daddy.”

“Done!” he rejoiced.

Our smiles met.

Ellespeth

other stories for this prompt are here

Photo: pixabay.com

When Mom Died – Fiction

This is a piece  I’ve written for Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers – a weekly photo prompt for writers.  Write 100-150 words (give or take 25 words).  The purpose is to have fun while improving our writing skills.  Yay to that and thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting this weekly prompt.  Please drop by to read and/or participate…it’s a great help to many of us to have these sorts of prompts and a great deal of work for the host.  Thank you so much, PJ.

When Mom Died

The day we buried Mom was something love is made of.  I was twelve years old.  Uncle Jim spoke so magically about her. He proclaimed her to be the only woman he’d ever truly loved.

Uncle Jim’s partner was seated beside me. Uncle Karl. He looked down at me uncomfortably. I sensed his gaze and took his hand. I squeezed it tightly and looked up into his face.

Later, at Uncle Jim’s and Uncle Karl’s condo, I approached Uncle Jim.  He looked at me. It must have been the saddest look I’d ever seen cross his face. There were tears on his cheeks. He motioned to Uncle Karl.

“Why don’t I just start calling you Dad?” I asked.

Uncle Jim and Uncle Karl exchanged questioning glances.

“Mom told me right before she died,” I said.

Oh!, What an after party there was then! We were all so carried away by a joyful peace.

Ellespeth

other stories for this prompt

Image Credit: Dawn M. Miller