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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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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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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Funny story, Archon. Wisdom there. 😀 — Suzanne
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Indeed! Don’t bug Momma Bear. She might bite. 😦
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Ha, that’ll teach him, the moaning minnie 🙂 Very amusing story.
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I’ve only been sadly hung over once in my life. My mother probably treated me better than I deserved because I didn’t moan. 🙄
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Though they look like eggs, I’m thinking they’re mushrooms. Still, great vignette you present.
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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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Dear Archon,
I love that you saw eggs in the prompt. I like Wendy’s reaction to Bob’s demand for over-easy. She’s my kind of woman.
However, I need to correct something. Apparently you haven’t read my story for the prompt. https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/03/04/6-march-2015/
but rather my post from the day before. https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/03/03/rivers-of-jewish-blood/
At any rate we do see different things in a prompt.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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You’re absolutely correct. I do apologise. I apparently read too many posts, and, age-related, didn’t keep them straight. How could I forget poor Sabira? Powerful story, although I fail to see the connection to mushrooms with it, or those of several other Fictioneers.
Archon
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Actually Sabira’s plight has absolutely nothing to do with mushrooms. I went for the wall or fence behind them. In my story it became a barn wall. There’s more to that picture than mushrooms. It’s not what you look at…
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And that’s why you are the promising writer, while I can’t promise to link a hundred coherent words together each week. 😯
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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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Thank you for the kind words. I feel included in a group who always get a lot of story in their little 100-word posts. 😀
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LOL … good one … the surprise ending made me laugh
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The ending was no surprise to me, although I laughed about it at the time. I think I’ll publish about 800 words about the ‘Psychotic Relations’ who inspired this tale. 😯 😉
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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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When your ‘oldest child’ is 32, sometimes you just have to take a stand, or a comfortable chair while he gets his own breakfast. 😀
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LOL…love your cat. He’s looking right into camera like a pro.
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That’s my little female. She’s become far too independent to pose for photos. If you’d like to see other pictures, I wrote about her here, in The Cats Who Own Us series. 😀
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I imagine we’ve all wished to do something like that at least once in our lives. Nicely told.
janet
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More than a few of us have done more than just think about doing it. I’m happy that you enjoyed reading about her ‘child-care’ problem. 🙂
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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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Doug
Thanx for the head pat. 🙂
I’m not scared of Rochelle. Last time, I beat her 2 falls out of 3. She does wield a mean pun though. 😉
Archon
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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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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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Funny.
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Always happy to provide a smile. Here’s one… 😀
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Nice. I’m filing that away for a future time. 😄
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Sometimes actions speak louder than words. Outside only though. While it can be stress-releasing, it’s too messy to have to clean up inside, and whiny-boy won’t help. 😦
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This reminds me, must setup a lads poker night soon. Great story that felt real!
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It came from reality, but it’s nice to know that the feeling carried over to the page. Thanx. 🙂
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Love this. I do believe it would be EXACTLY my reaction to a demanding, hungover husband. Cheers!
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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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I got several of those moments in my marriage…
good story.
Randy
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Sorry for bringing back painful memories – but I’m glad you stopped around to read it. 🙂
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I make a point of never being rude to someone before they bring me my food. 🙂
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