Friday, February 24, 2012

Today’s Friday Flash Fiction post is my take on the photo prompt provided by Madison Woods. Visit her website    http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/  and find links to other Friday Flash Fiction stories from authors around the globe.  Please post the link to your story with your comment.

Casting Call
Hey, look at this,” said Cara
Rochelle hopped across the gray stones toward the cavern’s mouth. “Looks like sticks, stones, and bird bones to me,” she replied.
“But look at how they’re arranged. I bet it’s some sort of cryptic message. In the old days, fortune tellers used stuff like this to predict the future.”
“Really,” said Rochelle sarcastically. “Let me give it a try. The bones say ‘men will encircle you, shouting chants, and casting lots for your clothing’”
“That’s ridiculous.” Cara raked the blonde hair behind her ears. “Let’s go. I have an audition at the Pink Pussycat at five.”

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Grandma's Rock

Today’s Friday Flash Fiction post is my take on the photo prompt provided by Madison Woods. Visit her website    http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/  and find links to other Friday Flash Fiction stories from authors around the globe.


Grandma’s Rock
It wasn’t far from the little cabin. The once well-worn path, now overgrown with greenbriars and honeysuckle, just a faint memory.  Ears strained to capture the harmonious melody of water trickling over stones, I picked my way through underbrush.

There, beneath a slight opening in the trees, was Grandma’s rock.  Solid and unchanged by the ravages of time and technology, the large curvaceous stone could be imagined as a love seat or daybed.
Decorated with patches of moss, lichen, and a smattering of dried leaves—a living memorial to the calluses on Grandma’s knees from washing diapers in the stream.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Happy VD

Here's a little poem I wrote a few years ago.


Cupid
Although he may be naked
This little imp with wings
Always keeps his knee up
So you won’t see his thing
With his trusty bow and arrow
He’s ready to attack
And turn an unsuspecting woman
Into a raging nymphomaniac

So if you’d like to celebrate
A Happy Valentine’s Day
Put on some romantic music
And a skimpy negligee
And when you’re passion is heating up
And your vision blurred by lust
Remember poor old Cupid
And give him some for us!

Friday, February 10, 2012

On the Way Down

Today’s Friday Flash Fiction post is my take on the photo prompt provided by Madison Woods. Visit her website    http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/  and find links to other Friday Flash Fiction stories from authors around the globe.

On the Way Down
Uh, oh. This is gonna hurt.
Slapped in the face by that sad realization that there’s no way I can catch myself. Mother earth is fast approaching.  
Arms flailing, cries of desperation pierce the forest in a long, deep moan of slow motion agony. I close my eyes and brace for the inevitable. My nose plows a furrow in the moldy loam beneath the leaves. Instinctively, I look around to see if anyone saw me fall.
What caused me to trip? All I can find is a broken mushroom. No greenbriar, no grapevine, not even an Indian powder-puff.
Stupid mushroom!

Friday, February 3, 2012

Workin’ on a Building

Workin’ on a Building
Sometimes I wonder how Connie talks me into these major projects. Am I extremely gullible, or am I like that little dog on the Looney Tunes cartoon that follows the bulldog around saying, “Can I help Spike? Can I? Huh, huh? Just say the word, Spike—I’ll get right on it.”
When we were young, she would skillfully employ her feminine assets to tempt, tease, or reward me. While there is still a strong allure to those magical powers, I must confess they don’t have the bargaining power they once held.
While I have worked hard to maintain a lifestyle of laziness and procrastination, Connie has earned a master’s degree in salesmanship and persistence. She forges strong arguments as to why we need these things and how much pleasure and enjoyment we will derive once the project is complete.
Presently, we are in the midst of constructing a 564 sq. ft. structure. People ask me, “Why do you need that? And what are you going to use it for?” The answer I’ve been given is that Connie will move some of her treasures out there and hold sales at strategic times throughout the year. This will, of course, will provide the resources to purchase new treasures, thus rotating the stock and stimulating global economic growth.
Everyone agrees that such a magnificent edifice deserves an equally appropriate name. Connie originally referred to the building as her ‘Woman Cave,’ which I quickly revised into ‘The Hen House.’ A title that would be more accurate, but would take up the entire north wall, is ‘Big Mama’s Little House of Horribly Old Stuff.’
Feel free to submit a suggestion, or offer a vote of confidence for one of the names above. Serious consideration will be given to all.
Yesterday, we laid the subfloor and stood the walls on three sides. The goal is to have the metal roof screwed down before I return to work early next week. I’m sure Connie will be posting construction updates on Facebook, and possibly some pictures in the coming days.
In the meantime, I am soliciting donations of BC Powder, Ben Gay ointment, and beer. Your support would be greatly appreciated—especially the beer.