The Hippie Temptation – Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction

The Friday Fictioneers is a friendly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The task of the challenge is to write a microfiction story in 100 words or less for the prompt picture.

All the Fictioneers’ stories will magically appear when you click on the little frog.

Reciprocation is the life of this challenge!

A little blue frog that links to the weekly inlinkz page. © inlinkz.com used with kind permission
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The photo today is of a very colorful three-tiered birthday cake. Lots of swirls, psychedelic flowers, and peace signs. It’s on a turntable. You can see a grocery store in the background and order tickets just behind the cake.

Image © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – Used with permission for this Friday Fictioneers challenge only. Any other use of this image requires the owner‘s permission. Thank you for the image!

The Hippie Temptation

“Happy Birthday, Jane!”
I stare at the cake. A colourful, calorie-rich Hippie cake. Of all the things he could have given me…

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The Horse – Crimson’s Creative Challenge

This is my response to Crimson’s Creative Challenge #147

The CCC challenge is open for everyone and asks for creative responses like flash-fic stories, poems, pictures, captions, and, and, and… check it out!

The photograph belongs to Crispina Kemp
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The Gardener’s Son – Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction

wasp-nest

The Gardener’s Son

“If I came upon a wasp’s nest and cried for help, what would you do?” Shauna interrogated her suitors.

“I’d set it aflame, kill the vermin. All for you, My lady.” The scribe puffed out his chest, checking her over like cattle.

“Wrong answer,” she said.

“I’d lead you away, and take care not to anger the adults. When the young have hatched, I’d bind you a bouquet from the nest, with red roses and gardenia.”

Shauna smiled. The gardener’s son wasn’t much to look at, but his words caressed like velvet. She went down on one knee.

“Marry me.”

(100 words)

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