Flash Fiction #40

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SUNNY DISPOSITION

Wendy didn’t begrudge Bob’s monthly poker night with the guys, nor mind that he had a couple of beers, but last night he had overindulged.  She’d need to have a word with him about that when his head stopped pounding; they had a young child now.  Hung-over Bob was as petulant and demanding as the baby.

Ah, Sunday brunch on the deck – sunshine and fresh air.  Who demanded fried eggs as a sober-up meal??!

“I don’t like sunny-side-up!  I wanted over-easy!”

Wendy extended her hand toward the fence and inverted the platter.

“You want over-easy??  Okay Bob, you got over-easy!”

 

Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.

 

My parents used to winter in Florida, renting a trailer from a farming family.  They had three children.  While never drunken, the husband could occasionally become exasperating.  It was always quickly nipped in the bud by a ‘mother’s’ steely stare, and the words, “I didn’t take you to raise!”

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38 thoughts on “Flash Fiction #40

  1. wildbilbo says:

    Ha! This is exactly what my wife would do… Although it would probably end up in my lap!

    Great characters here.

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    • Archon's Den says:

      Bob was lucky. It might have gone in his lap. I’m writing from family history. I just had an idea to publish a post about my half(wit)-sister and brother-in-law, who inspired this little tale. 😉 😕

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  2. Funny story, Archon. Wisdom there. 😀 — Suzanne

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  3. draliman says:

    Ha, that’ll teach him, the moaning minnie 🙂 Very amusing story.

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  4. BrainRants says:

    Though they look like eggs, I’m thinking they’re mushrooms. Still, great vignette you present.

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    • Archon's Den says:

      They’re definitely mushrooms. I think I even know what kind. They grow below you in southern West Virginia and North Carolina.
      Despite that, in the first split second of seeing them, inspiration prompted me to write about eggs. I am always amazed what stories a few of the writers link to the picture. Rochelle’s was about a pogrom in a Russian city, in 1903(?). Do the photos truly prompt these tales, or is it just an excuse to publish stories that aren’t connected, yet need to be told??
      How are relations with Writer Rick? I apologise. The old grump who rails about misspelling, must have been channeling Star Wars instead of Roman History. I spelled his title ‘Palpatine’ rather than Palatine. 😕 😀 Pallitine?? Scopolomine?? 😦

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  5. gahlearner says:

    That’s the way to go. I’d do something like that, too. There’s a lot of story in these 100 words.

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  6. aFrankAngle says:

    LOL … good one … the surprise ending made me laugh

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  7. Deja vu..saw my life and eggs flash in front of me. We love her…take that and the skillet you rode in on…funny, charming piece.

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  8. I imagine we’ve all wished to do something like that at least once in our lives. Nicely told.

    janet

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  9. dmmacilroy says:

    Dear Archon,

    Great story and an imaginative take on the prompt. Watch out, though, Rochelle’s headed your way.

    Aloha,

    Doug

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  10. mjlstories says:

    I’m wondering if there’s scope for a Friday Fictioneers game going story to story with a link (obviously not one in the prompt – too easy) and taking in all the stories. Just a thought – I do have a walk-on/stagger-on part for a drunk in mine this week. There are also lots of eggs this week.
    Sorry – getting side-tracked. I absolutely love Wendy. You touch what I suspect is a common nerve – men behaving as babies when the real new baby arrives.

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    • Archon's Den says:

      Many men are babies, even when there are no babies around. A little pain/discomfort inhibits their social censor. 🙄
      I am constantly impressed by you ‘creative’ people, with ideas and story plots constantly bubbling. If you ever put together such a chain-story, I would be happy, and probably awed,(and odd) to read it. 🙂

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  11. erinleary says:

    Nice. I’m filing that away for a future time. 😄

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  12. This reminds me, must setup a lads poker night soon. Great story that felt real!

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  13. Love this. I do believe it would be EXACTLY my reaction to a demanding, hungover husband. Cheers!

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    • Archon's Den says:

      There’s no ‘right’ or ‘wrong’. Some women demand a productive partner, even one with a self-inflicted wound, others are content to coddle one more ‘child.’ At least you didn’t suggest applying the skillet to his petulant head. 🙄

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  14. I got several of those moments in my marriage…
    good story.
    Randy

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  15. jwdwrites says:

    I make a point of never being rude to someone before they bring me my food. 🙂

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  16. […] recent publication of my Sunny Disposition Flash Fiction reminded me of the couple who inspired it.  In my family, it was my sister – half-sister […]

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