Flashfic thread: Rotating themes

[scriptordelecto]

6 of 10: Flowers

"Excuse me, miss."

The man regarded me with concern.

I blinked for a moment, trying to make sense of the words that were tumbling from his lips.

"It's closing time."

I nodded and slowly stood from the bench I was seated on. He walked with me to the door of the museum.

I thanked him and headed down the steps.

"She sat there for four hours."

He didn't know his voice carried so far.

"She used to come in with an old lady. 'The Lilies' was her favorite painting. Now she comes every day."

"Alone? Damn, that's just so sad."


(100 words)

 

[TE999]

That's a beauty, script.

Another fine addition to the thread.

 

[scriptordelecto]

That's a beauty, script.

Another fine addition to the thread.

Thanks, love. Finally had a few minutes to throw one together.

 

[glynndah]

7 out of 10
Flowers

Yellow roses with babies’ breath and ferns, tied with white satin ribbons for the leading ladies. Single ones, too, for the chorus girls. Never any for the stage crew and certainly none for her, the curtain puller, the one nobody noticed. But just once, she’d like to be the one getting flowers.

“Here,” a voice interrupted, handing her a bouquet of roses. For a brief moment she thought…
“Hold these for me, will ya? I’m on next.”

She stood there, one hand on the curtain ropes, the other clutching the roses, blood drops from a thorn beading on her thumb.

(100 words exactly)

 

[tickledkitty]

I was hoping you'd show up Glynndah. How about the flurry of activity on this thread today? I know you were worried about it dying.

 

[glynndah]

I'm very happy to see some more stories here.

 

[TE999]

I'm very happy to see some more stories here.

And here comes another one, pretty witch.

 

[glynndah]

And here comes another one, pretty witch.

Oooh... I'm waiting.

How are you tonight, Tom?

 

[slyc_willie]

"Hiacynth."

"Pardon me, sir?"

I took a breath, feeling strangely calm. I guess it was the numbness. "Hiacynth," I repeated, looking past the doctor and into the room beyond. My daughter was a tiny, frail, wrinkled thing, but that was to be expected given her premature birth. The plastic chell in which she lay was so much less comforting and warm than the loving womb from which she had been pulled just two hours before.

"I'm not sure I understand," the doctor said awkwardly.

I gave him a look. "That's her name. Hiacynth. They were her mother's favorite."

He paled slightly. "I see. Of course. I . . . I hate to ask this, but . . . your wife, sir--"

A strange smile came to my lips. "She's at peace, doctor," I said. "I'll make the arrangements later." I stood and stepped to the window. Tears for my wife mingled with those of hope I shed for my little girl.

"Sir?"

I curled my fingers against the window, as if trying to reach my daughter. "She's all that matters, now. Hiacynth."

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I went a little over 100. Sue me.

 

[glynndah]

"Hiacynth."

"Pardon me, sir?"

I took a breath, feeling strangely calm. I guess it was the numbness. "Hiacynth," I repeated, looking past the doctor and into the room beyond. My daughter was a tiny, frail, wrinkled thing, but that was to be expected given her premature birth. The plastic chell in which she lay was so much less comforting and warm than the loving womb from which she had been pulled just two hours before.

"I'm not sure I understand," the doctor said awkwardly.

I gave him a look. "That's her name. Hiacynth. They were her mother's favorite."

He paled slightly. "I see. Of course. I . . . I hate to ask this, but . . . your wife, sir--"

A strange smile came to my lips. "She's at peace, doctor," I said. "I'll make the arrangements later." I stood and stepped to the window. Tears for my wife mingled with those of hope I shed for my little girl.

"Sir?"

I curled my fingers against the window, as if trying to reach my daughter. "She's all that matters, now. Hiacynth."

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I went a little over 100. Sue me.

Every word was worth it.

 

[TE999]

9 of 10 Flowers

Bill grinned as he drove down Main Street in the town he had once called home. Nothing seemed to have changed. The hardware store, the barber shop, the corner grocery. The town seemed frozen in time, the years leaving no mark.

Same rows of neat little houses, white picket fences, pots of flowers on the porches--all seemingly unchanged. Had it really been ten years? Gone in an eyeblink. Ah, there it was, 376 Pine Street. Her house.

He knocked on the door. It opened and he saw Judy's welcoming smile. He knew he was home. Home to stay.

(100 even)

 

[TE999]

Oooh... I'm waiting.

How are you tonight, Tom?

Just fine, glynndah!

The thread is alive with the sound of writing.

 

[_Lynn_]

10 of 10

Reds, yellows, white and several shades of pink blended with the purples to give the front yard a gorgeous burst of color.

Walking over to the plants, he broke off several of the buds and placed them in the basket. Each week he brought fresh flowers to his mom in the nursing home.

Hearing the heavy equipment starting up behind him, he quickly moved away. Tears fell as minutes later the huge claws ripped into the house, dragging the debris through what was left of the flowerbed.

It was the last day his mom would get flowers she had planted.

((100))

New topic~~Saturday Night

 

[glynndah]

I'm afraid my Saturday night story will have to wait until Sunday afternoon.

 

[TE999]

I'm afraid my Saturday night story will have to wait until Sunday afternoon.

I'm sorry, that is unacceptable*snort*

Just send a flying monkey around with it when you're done.

 

[Remec]

Saturday Night (1/10)

If it hadn't been for Cupid's, he'd never come to Pocket's. It was too dark for one. Lit by hanging lamps over the pool tables and a mix of candles and glittering discoball reflections among some tables that sat between the bar and what passed for a dance floor.

This Saturday, there was barely enough light to make out who was calling to him as he came in. Winding through a bottlegap of people playing pool, for real or just vicariously, he stopped for his weekly hug and cheek kiss from the statuesque redhead.

The open-mouthed tongue kiss was new. "Hello Ruby."

 

[TE999]

*bump* for more contributions.

Yes, I am thinking of one.

 

[elsol]

(2/10)

SATURDAY night!
SATURDAY night!

“Shit!” I hit buttons, but the lyrics got louder. I unplugged the radio. “Sorry! I had…”

”Something more seductive in mind?”

“Yes.”

“It is Saturday night.” Her smiled squeezed the breath out of me.

“It’s just not the right mood music.”

“Sure, it is. Watch.” Seconds later, she was naked and dancing on my bed. “Saturday night! Saturday night!”

 

[tickledkitty]

Cute!

 

[MarshAlien]

Saturday Night - 3/10

“Another Saturday night and I ain’t got nobody.”

“Cat Stevens,” the woman sitting on the barstool next to me interrupted my reverie.

“I’m sorry?”

“‘Saturday Night’ by Cat Stevens."

She started to sing a little. I was too ashamed to tell her that I’d never heard it before. She probably wasn’t the most beautiful girl in the world, but at that moment, her auburn hair bouncing as she sang, her eyes twinkling, she was the most beautiful girl in my world.

“John Carson.”

“Cindy Washington.”

Meetin’ ‘em. That was the hard part. If I could meet ‘em, I could get ‘em.


(100 words)

 

[Foxee Browne]

Saturday Night 4-10

She was cruising down the boulevard last Saturday night with the top down, the warm sultry evening air upon bare skin, the wind blowing through flowing hair, the radio blasting ‘Saturday Night’ by Nickleback. The light turned red as I pulled up along side of her. She looked so sexy in that sleek black shiny car. I looked over at her, hoping she would notice me. Why would she even bother? My old chevy truck with the dent and rust on it was ugly. Slowly she turned and looked directly into my eyes and mouthed “867-3099, call me.”

 

[TE999]

Saturday Night 5-10

"Chris, we're leaving now. Be back later."

"Ok Mom." 'Yeah, whatever' he thought, 'who cares about seeing the new neighbors.'

He flopped on the couch and stared at the TV. What a boring Saturday night. Everyone he knew was out of town or stuck doing family things. What a drag. A pall of gloom settled over him as he channel surfed.

The doorbell rang. Now what? A pretty girl stood on the porch, red hair tumbling over her bare shoulders.

"Hi, I'm Melissa. I just moved in. You must be Chris."

He smiled and nodded. Saturday night just got better.

(100 even)

 

[tickledkitty]

Cute, TE.

 

[slyc_willie]

The flavor was sharper, more acidic than he had anticipated. But it was unique, rich . . . inspiring. He closed his eyes and licked again.

"Ohhh . . . mm, yeah, that's it. Damn, that's it."

"Hmm mmm mmm?"

She giggled. "Yes, baby, you're doing it right. So -- oh! -- right . . . ."

He smiled, then pried her open and thrust his tongue deep inside. He couldn't think of a better way to spend a Saturday night . . . .

 

[_Lynn_]

7 of 10

“You missed a spot.”

“No way. I checked three times.”

“If you don’t believe me, fine. But don’t forget I told you.”

“Ok, ok, I believe you. Show me where it is.”

He didn’t move; just stood there and grinned.

“Well? What’re you waiting for?”

“Relax, already.”

“Just show me the stupid spot.”

He pushed away from the wall and walked over in front of me.

“Right here.”

I should have seen it myself. I knew every inch of my hot rod. But I was so nervous.

It was Saturday Night. And this was my first date with sexy Shelby.

100 words