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FRIDAYFictoneerPrompt-FAUCET

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction postings at:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/05/06/8-may-2015/

This prompt was from our MadisonWoods days. How far has this group come, anyway?

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, make a deal.

Here’s my contribution:

The Salesman

“It’s finished.”

“Will it work?”

“Just like I explained. After the pot’s done bubbling just drain it into this here metal bucket, then start the fire.”

“And the hose for the colder.”

“It’s called the ‘chiller’.”

“And what comes out will be pure shine?”

“Virgin pure.”

“Can’t thank you enough.”

“Sure you can.”

“How much do I owe ya?”

“I don’t want your money. I’ve got money.”

“Then what?”

“Payment due in full. Upon delivery.”

“Yes, I remember.”

“Your daughter. Or, your wife. You choose.”

jKb

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Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/02/12/14-february-2014/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, raise your glass.

Here’s my contribution:

The Toast

“Do you remember the sunset at that lovely winery, something Oak? It looked back across that ridgeline. The sky was like cotton candy.” Philemon swirled his Bordeaux, explored the sunlight through the goblet, inhaled the bouquet, sipped. “The wine was crap, but those views…breathtaking.”

Philemon rocked back and forth upon his patent leather loafers and chuffed his Romeo Y Julieta.

A gentle breeze swirled and tickled the nape of his neck. Philemon glowed, ever the gentleman, his glass raised. He unzipped his fly and let go his bladder upon the one black brick in the patio.

“Happy Valentine’s you bitch.”

jKb

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FLASHFICTIONFRIDAY PROMPT WATERTOWER

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/07/03/5-july-2013/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, see the devil in the church.

Much thanks to Mr. Bradbury, I feel like a thief.

Here’s my contribution:

Carnival Of Screams

It was from this vantage, high up where the belly of the water tower only yesterday marked the town of Bristleburg, five teens had climbed to watch the sun dissolve behind the Blue Ridge. The cork pop of the dandelion wine seemed to bring forth a queer gurgling of engines and mechanical music. These children bore witness as the Nightshade Carnival of Screams arrived.

The top hat man who’d called himself James was festooned in ink and knots of scarred tissue. Despite the appearance, his velvety voice soothed and beckoned, aroused and titillated the town-folk.

He’d charmed them all.

Almost.

jKb