Flash Fiction #124


PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot


It wasn’t much of a fall, almost artistic, like a failed ballet step.  One little icy sidewalk patch – and suddenly he was down on his ass, examining it close-up.  He even got an ambulance ride to the hospital – and a $75 invoice.  A taxi would have been cheaper.

Tests, tests, and more tests! X-rays, CAT-scan, MRI….he almost glowed from all the radiation.  A couple of days recovery, and he would be allowed to hobble home.

He hadn’t thought his brother would even bother to visit. Someone needed to teach him flower protocol.  Lilies are not appropriate for a bad sprain.


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



23 thoughts on “Flash Fiction #124

  1. Would you call those premature lilies?

    Quite an enjoyable read with plenty of grabbable words. Well done.


  2. Dale says:

    Look at the bright side. Yes, he had to pay for the ambulance but all the other stuff? Great to be Canadian…
    As for flower protocol… well, it is the thought that counts, eh? 😉


  3. Liz Young says:

    Listen – his brother brought him flowers. He should be grateful!


  4. shimoniac says:

    Could have been a Venus Flytrap… 😉


  5. Sightsnbytes says:

    if you were American, this little mishap could have cost tens of thousands!


    • Archon's Den says:

      Centuries ago, there was no medicine, and you could die from an infected splinter. Nowadays they can keep Americans alive, so that they go bankrupt. At least they’ve done away with debtors’ prisons. 😳


  6. aFrankAngle says:

    Why would a brother take another brother flowers? Where’s the beer!


    • Archon's Den says:

      I modeled this on my family, who keep chiropractors in business from people shaking their heads. My brother hasn’t drank alcohol since he was old enough to do so legally Me??… I’ve had two beers since Christmas – and shocked the son by having them on the same day (though 12 hours apart).
      Thanx for stopping by. I haven’t seen you since our divorce. Did you get custody of the smart-ass comments, or did I??? 😆

      Liked by 1 person

      • aFrankAngle says:

        LOL … you have such a great wit (which must be Obama’s fault). In terms of those beers, don’t over do it!

        Meanwhile, I need to rediscover the blogs that I know that are still active. Many regulars are no longer posting. Oh well … that’s what I get for longevity.

        Liked by 1 person

  7. Very good flash fiction piece, Archon. The fall was pretty descriptive. It sounded almost like you relived something. 😉


    • Archon's Den says:

      Last winter I slipped off an icy back-deck, taking organics out to a compost bin. A week ago I did a jete, collecting a newspaper after freezing rain, both times with only a bruised pride.
      The inspiration for this fall was one the wife took two years ago on a piece of heaved sidewalk downtown. Without even asking if she was hurt, some ‘concerned citizen’ called 911. A patrolling police officer was able to head off the fire trucks and ambulance before they were dispatched. 😳

      Liked by 1 person

  8. Sometimes the sidewalk needs a better and closer look 🙂


  9. Hilarious, Archon. I’d wonder about the thoughts of a person who sent me lilies for a sprain. I laughed out loud. 😀 — Suzanne


    • Archon's Den says:

      Well…. At least they arrived with Nurse Ratchet, instead of a Priest for Last Rites.
      I once rushed the wife to a Catholic Hospital (because it was the closest) for a gall-bladder attack. While they wheeled her upstairs for treatment, I remained at Admissions, giving info. The clerk worked down her list, and finally asked, “Religion?”
      I replied, “Not relevant.”
      She insisted, “We need to know whether to call a priest or preacher, in case she dies.”
      I said, “If she dies, you’d better call your lawyers.” 😈


  10. […] via Flash Fiction #124 — Archon’s Den […]

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s