Flash Fiction #141

Eat Your Heart Out

PHOTO PROMPT © Kelvin M. Knight

SIBLING RIVALRY

“It’s no fair, Mom! How come Robbie gets to go on the school art museum trip, and I don’t??  He’s just a year older”

“Howie, I told you before. You have to improve your grades, but despite being yelled at several times, you’re too busy playing street-hockey with your ‘posse’ to do your homework.  You’ve slipped from B-, to C.  You’ll have to stay home and study.”

Rob couldn’t resist taunting his younger brother. “Art is for people with maturity.  You haven’t been showing much lately, so you have to stay home while I go, and eat your heart out.”

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

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Flash Fiction #71

Bra

PHOTO PROMPT – © Connie Gayer …(Mrs. Russell)

A SHOCKING EXPERIENCE

Thunder and lightning like the 1812 Overture. The rain was just bucketing down.  I was coming back from the Library, with my bestie Becky when it broke.

They say don’t go under a tree, ‘cause it might get hit by lightning. Then they tell you don’t stay out in the open, ‘cause you might get hit.  We jogged home, all soaking.

I watched from the back porch, leaning my left arm against the post. I woke up on the lawn.  Lightning went down my arm.  The doctor said the underwire of my support bra kept it from stopping my heart.

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

 

“The Boss”

When the body was first made, all the parts wanted to be….”The Boss”!

The Brain said: “Since I control everything and do all the thinking, I should be the boss.”

The Feet said: “Since I carry man where he wants, to get him in position to do what the brain wants, I should be the boss.”

The Hands said: “Since I do all the work and earn all the money to keep the rest of you going, I should be the boss.”

The Eyes said: “Since I must look out for all of you, and tell you where danger lurks, I should be the boss.”

And so it went with the Heart, Ears, Lungs and the rest of the body parts.  Finally the Asshole spoke up, and demanded that he be made boss.

All the other parts laughed at the idea of an asshole being made boss.

The Asshole was so angered that he blocked himself off, and refused to function.

Soon, the Brain was feverish, the Eyes crossed, the Feet were too weak to walk, the Hands hung limply at the sides, the Heart and Lungs struggled to keep going.

All the body parts pleaded with the Brain to relent, and let the Asshole be Boss.  And so it happened!  All the other parts did all the work, and the Asshole just bossed them around and passed out a lot of shit.

 

The Moral:   YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE A BRAIN TO BE A BOSS….JUST AN ASSHOLE!!    😦

 

Archon’s psychotherapy booth is now open.  Feel free to tell me ALL about it.    😉