AW Flash Fiction

AW Flash Fiction = 90 minutes from reveal of theme (“redemption”) to posted story. I like the general story though I know the writing could use some tweaking.

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Someone messed with ol’ Ms. Thorpe’s waterin’ contraption last weekend. I know because I was one of them that done it.

We didn’t mean no harm, was just havin’ some fun. Frankie’d dared me to tie the hose up into as many knots as I could. He’d then slung it up into the tree in the empty lot between Ms. Thorpe’s house and mine. We took turns swingin’ on it. It’s a wonder we didn’t wake her, as much whoopin’ and hollerin’ as we did in that lil ol’ swing. We left it there. We figured someone’d rescue it for her eventually. But no one did.

“Hey Ms. Thorpe. Is that your waterin’ thing up over in yonder tree?” my Mama asked as she walked by. Me and my friends, we was playing in the lot next door so we heard what they said. Continue reading →

90 minutes from reveal of the theme until the final story must be posted at AW.

I wish I’d written this one for the Erma Bombeck competition. 🙂

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Delia woke to a screaming baby this morning like almost every morning. She’d already kissed and seen her successful husband off to his job as a high-powered attorney an hour earlier.

Baby Mikey on her hip, she woke her seven year old, Shane, for school. As usual, he balked, didn’t want to get up, didn’t want to get dressed. She eventually bribed him out of bed with the promise that he could wear his Wizards of Waverly Place t-shirt. With the baby happily sucking down a bottle in his playpen, she tore apart Shane’s room looking for the promised shirt. She found it in a crumpled heap in the corner, the reeking stench of cat urine overpowering.

“Dammit, Mr. Jingles! That’s the second time this week.”

In a fit of madness, she pulled a tshirt from her husband’s drawer and grabbed a magic marker and wrote “Wizard-in-training for the Wizards of Waverly Place” on the front and “Master Shane” on the back. She drew a couple of Harry Potter’ish lightening bolts on the shoulders. Continue reading →