Best Laid Plans (of Clowns & Men)

I don’t normally continue a Friday Flash Fiction story from one week to the next, but after seeing the photo Wednesday afternoon, I realized there was no alternative.  So here goes . . . .

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Best Laid Plans (of Clowns & Men)

The interview went better than he could have ever dreamed. Ray Kroc was so intrigued by his marketing strategy proposal that he encouraged Ron to implement it at their busiest restaurant.

The focus would be on attracting and retaining young children as the primary customer base. Step one would be development of a small-portion meals containing a prize. Unfortunately, Ron relied on his degree in Entomology when selecting the contents.

Unsuspecting mothers shrieked in horror as live insects darted from their children’s lunch sacks. Angry complaints came pouring in.

Employees dubbed the highly unsuccessful and short-lived venture the ‘Grumpy Meal.’

Under the Rainbow

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Under the Rainbow

Ron gazed upon the double rainbow with awe and admiration. A strange sensation swept over him, sending a tingle down his spine.

Unlike those who ran away to join the circus, he ran to escape it. His father was a juggler, his mother a trapeze artist.

Finding employment had been difficult. His unruly hair, goofy grin, and oversized feet proved to be unwelcome liabilities in the job market.

Sitting in the lobby with a dozen other applicants, Ron cast a wish upon the rainbows. The sky began to clear.

“Mr. McDonald,” said the receptionist, “Mr. Kroc will see you now.”

Moondance

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Moondance

Moonbeams danced through the intermittent clouds drifting high above the scattered trees. Chad, Amy, Mark, and Veronica planned to spend the evening watching a meteor shower on the banks of Wildcat Creek. On the way, they stopped by One-Eyed Jack’s and picked up a quart of double-run shine.

The couples lay in the bed of Mark’s truck listening to Van Morrison and passing the fruit jar. Clouds obscured any view of meteors, but the liquid corn cast its own sparkle across the celestial canvas.

When the last drop was drained Chad hopped upon the pick-up cab, pulled down his pants and shouted, “Look everybody. It’s the moon over my Amy.”

Hole-in-the-Wall Gang

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Hole-in-the-Wall Gang

“Bang!” slammed the gavel.

“This meeting will come to order,” bellowed nine year old Chad Orton. “Brother Secretary, have we any unfinished business?”

“Yes, Mr. President.” Wally Green lowered his chin and peered over the top of his horn-rimmed glasses. “The broken plank on the south wall must be replaced. The hole permits cowans and eavesdroppers access to our secrets.”

“Very well. I appoint a committee of Steve Faubel, Billy Lang, and Rusty Hinson to secure lumber and repair the hole.

“Who will chair this group?”

“Faubel’s dad is a carpenter. Steve is hereby appointed Chairman of the Board committee.”