Showing posts with label Flash Fiction Friday - May 2012. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Flash Fiction Friday - May 2012. Show all posts

Friday, 18 May 2012

Flash Fiction Friday - 18 May: Soon

Well its Friday again. Time for a gathering of deliciously talented writers to display their flashers. Stories using 100 words, no more no less from a given picture prompt. Thank you for reading mine. I hope you enjoy it. Please leave a comment, then read and comment on the others.
More talented Flashers

Soon



Steve pulled on his jeans and rushed downstairs when he heard the noise.  He found Todd in the living room, looking half-asleep. He watched him pace up and down the room, cradling the baby in his arms. He was humming softly, trying to quieten it.
“You beat me to the crying tonight,” Steve said, gazing over Todd’s shoulder. “Surely every night won’t be the same.”
“Shh, keep your voice down, I’ve just settled him. We can go back to bed.” He smiled. “Hopefully soon we’ll have a real baby to care for, not just the virtual one we've been loaned.”
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Friday, 11 May 2012

Flash Fiction Friday - 11 May: The Film

Welcome to Friday. Where a group of talented writers get together and give their own take on a picture. However, although a picture is worth a thousand words, on Friday we are only allowed one hundred. No more no less, for our flashers.
I hope you enjoy mine, and then journey to read the other flashers stories by clicking the link.
Other wonderful flashers

Enjoy
The Film

“I need this like I need a hole in the head. Is this safety film necessary?" Douglas moaned as he slumped into the chair. “I’m wrecked from last night.”

 Leonard sat beside him and explained. “Our Manager, Benson, is hot on correct procedure.  So, what do you mean, wrecked?”
 Other disgruntled employees wandered in and sat down to watch.
Douglas yawned and lay his head down on the table, closing his eyes.
The film started, but soon snickers went round the room. Leonard nudged Douglas, pointing.

“Look! That’s not a safety film! It’s you and Mrs Benson. You bad boy!”