Flashfic thread: Rotating themes

[gauchecritic]

113 so sue me. 8 of 10

"All the world’s a stage and we're the props."

“How d’you mean?”

“Look at this list of songs.”

‘Saturday Night’s alright for fighting’, ‘Rip it up’, ‘Another Saturday Night’, ‘Kissing In The Back Row’

I ran the songs through my head recognising the link. “And?”

“Saturday nights.” She murmured. “It’s so predictable people have written songs about it.”

“Well they’re not songs about me.” I said. “I’ve never been fighting, We’ve never been to the pictures on Saturday and…” I kissed the top of her head, “I’ve got all the girl I need.”

I stretched theatrically “Saturdays just make me tired. Ready for bed?”

She met my best wink’n’leer with a tired smile.

 

[jomar]

9 of 10 - Saturday Night

It was just before midnight on Saturday and the road glistened. Streetlights illuminated the night in that almost surreal way they do following a humid summer rain. I drove around a bend, stopped and got out. Men stood over a body lying on the street about 30 yards further. I looked at the young man in the car and saw he’d been thrown into the passenger seat when he hit the tree. A woman wailed and dropped to her knees when paramedics brought out a white sheet.

“Hey, get rid of my liquor bottle,” he said.

“Not gonna happen,” I replied.

 

[tickledkitty]

10/10 Saturday Night

As she took her first bite of the succulent pink flesh, juice dripped on her chin, and ran in a rivulet down her neck. The mottled green shell was slippery in her sticky little hands, and she almost lost it. Gaining hold of the wedge again, she sank her teeth in for another huge bite. Her cheeks puffed out, and her eyes shown with happiness.

“Mama? I think this watermelon is even better than your cooking,” she exclaimed around the juicy mouthful of summer.

“I think you’re right, baby,” I laughed, thinking this was the best way to spend a Saturday night.

 

[tickledkitty]

Topics we've had so far: art, sports, music, water, wine, sweets, pets, history, cars, flowers, and Saturday night.

Next topic:

Love

 

[TE999]

Awwww...that was a cute one, TK.

Lil' kids say clever things sometimes.

Love, huh?

A wide-ranging subject...Hmmmm...I'm thinkin'.

 

[glynndah]

1 out of 10
Love

He seduced her with words. Long, complicated sentences, full of nuance and meaning, short ones, direct and right to the point. He told stories of his life, his dreams. He talked through the night, soft and low whispers murmuring in her ears. He wove dreams of faraway places and of times long ago, of one perfect day he’d once had, of ones yet to come. His voice sang the syllables like a sweet melody echoing through her being. Before he had ever touched her body with so much as a gentle kiss on the cheek, she had fallen in love.


(100 words exactly)

 

[TE999]

2 of 10

Standing at the perfume counter in Woolworth's, I couldn't decide. I finally chose 'Evening In Paris'. It sounded so grown up.

The lady asked if I wanted it gift wrapped. "Present for your Mother?" she asked.

I blushed and shook my head. "No ma'm. For someone special."

I pedaled to Sally's house, her birthday gift tucked in my catcher's mitt.

"Happy Birthday, Sally."

"Oh Bob, thank you. I'll wear it tonight."

"See you at six."

We kissed and hugged in the flickering darkness, in the last row.

It was 1957, we were fifteen and we were in love.

We still are.

(100 even)

 

[_Lynn_]

3 of 10

"Do you have any questions before I start?”

“I think we went over everything last week. You explained it quite clearly I thought.”

"Good. Well, if you need anything while you wait, just ask Mary. She knows where everything is around here.”

“I should be fine, but thanks.”

He walked through the doorway and left her alone.

She still couldn’t believe he had finally agreed to do this.

In another room, through several sets of doors, her husband waited as well.

“Matthew, any change of your decision before I begin?”

“I love kids, doc, but ten’s enough. Let’s do it.”


((100 words))

 

[_Lynn_]

4 of 10

“What do you see in here, Emma? Is it the same things I do, I wonder?”

His voice was quiet, full of yearning and desire. My mouth moved, but no words came out.

“There are children, Emma. Happy and looking like their mother. The room’s warm from the fireplace. There’s a lot of laughter but there’s love, Emma.”

I searched his eyes for any hint of teasing, but found none.

“Emma, I know this is fast; we don’t know each other very well. I felt it the first time I saw you. My hand burned when I touched your cheek. Then today, when you pictured the garden outside, I knew without a doubt. I love you, Emma Prescott.”


((108 words.....taken from something I have coming out))

 

[slyc_willie]

Do I really love her? He thought as he pondered the ring before him. The quarter-carat diamond sparkled in the daylight streaming through the jeweler's windows.

"Is everything all right, sir? Do you like it?"

He lifted his head, regarding the aged gemcutter before him. "Funny . . . I keep wondering if she'll like it. If it will be big enough for her to show off. I can't afford much."

The wrinkles around the old man's eyes showed as he leaned forward, smiling sagely. "It is the gesture that is important, not the ring. Love is not materialistic."

"Yeah . . . yeah." He set the ring down. "Maybe I'll come back tomorrow."

 

[slyc_willie]

She was gorgeous. 'Beautiful' simply was not an appropriate term. The way water sloughed off her lithe form when she climbed from the pool, the way her sun-colored hair darkened as she swept it back . . . .

She was wearing the yellow bikini again, which was his favorite. Against her pale, freckled skin, it was a gentle contrast of one shade of light to another.

He stared through the lenses as she toweled herself dry, caressing long, lean legs with white terrycloth. He longed to insinuate his hands in place of that towel, to feel her skin, her warmth, her life.

I love her, he thought.

I want to tell her.

And I will . . . as soon as the restraining order runs out . . . .

 

[Edward Teach]

Water - 7 of 10

He sensed that she was near. Then he heard her. Moving through the darkness. Breathing. Making little noises meant to excite.

He had to find her. He needed her and sensed that she needed him.

He moved toward the sound and suddely there she was. Young. Supple. And ready.

He touched her gently and she stopped teasing.

He moved against her, his belly to her belly. He entered her and she squealed again. Louder. They tumbled together making little animal sounds until he came with a shudder.

He surfaced, took a breath and swam off searching for another Bottlenose doe.

 

[_Lynn_]

8 of 10

“Do you think this looks good here?”

“It’s fine, dear, as long as you like it there.”

“Maybe a little to the left.”

The chair moved about ten inches when I put my weight into pushing it.

“How’s that?”

“I think you went too far over. Maybe it should go in that corner by the window.”

"Of course, dear.”

I slid the chair into the corner she had chosen. Before I stood up she was touching my arm.

“That’s perfect!”

Right back where it was when I started rearranging.

But I love my recliner, so not a word from me.

(100 words)

 

[_Lynn_]

9 of 10

He was late again. Some days I wondered why I believed him anymore. Yet his reasons always made sense.

We never saw my friends anymore. Never went places I liked.

I suspected the telephone had a monitor on it to trace my calls.

Last week he went through my closet and threw out clothes.

Did I need a man in my life so bad that I needed to take this treatment?

“Hey doll, I made it. Traffic was a bitch.”

“Oh baby, I missed you so much.”

Sllaapppp The sting hit my face hard.

“Stop whining.”

“But I love you.”

(100 words)

 

[TE999]

10 of 10

"I like him, mother. I'm not sure I love him."

"But he proposed to you dear. What did you say?"

"I said I would think about it. I'm just not sure."

"Edward owns his own electronics store, dear. He is a successful businessman. Isn't that enough?"

"No mother, it's not. I don't love him and that's that."

"You aren't getting any younger, dear. You may not have many more chances."

"Thanks for the reminder, mother. I'm late for work."

"You could quit your server job at that tower restaurant."

"That restaurant has a name, mother. 'Windows on the World'. Goodbye."

(100 even)

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Next theme: Clothing

 

[CeriseNoire]

I'm always in awe of those who can do flash, and do it as well as the Litizens in this thread. Here's someone else who feels the same way. Thought it might be of interest to some of you.

 

[_Lynn_]

I'm always in awe of those who can do flash, and do it as well as the Litizens in this thread. Here's someone else who feels the same way. Thought it might be of interest to some of you.

Thanks Cerise

Join us sometime.

 

[Remec]

(Clothing 1/10)

"Need a hand?"

Gene glanced over his shoulder for deep, soft questioning voice. It was comfortable, like a favorite pair of pjs.

First look was tanned flesh and skimpy top, Gene raised his eyes a bit and met the blue-satin eyes of the girl who was always next door. He shifted his bags.

"Um, nah, well, if you could get the door?"

Sherri nodded and slid to Gene's other side. He could feel every nap of her terrycloth top as she pressed against him to reach the doorknob.

"There ya go, anything else?"

"Er, um, nah...I'm good."

"'Kay, 'bye!"

Gene just shook his head and went inside.
*******
(100)

 

[_Lynn_]

2 of 10

“Can I wear the red one?”

“Of course you can. Go ahead and put it on.”

“Jamie wants the blue one, don’t you Jamie?”

“Yes, please.”

I had to strain to hear the answer from the precious child in front of me.

“Mommy, I’m glad Jamie is my friend.”

The innocence of the children brought tears to my eyes.

“Jamie, how does that fit honey?”

“It fits good.”

“Look, Jamie, we match!”

The smile from the dying five year old in the hospital bed was genuine.

“I look pretty again!”

Amazing how a silly hat made a little girl happy.

(100 words)

 

[Stella_Omega]

Can I cheat? "Mad Moll" has so much costuming in it, and here are one hundred words on one suit alone;

The dressing room mirror showed me the sleek dandy I had become. A panther prowled in the glass. The dull black hose molded itself to each muscle in my legs. The surcoat was velvet, doubly black for the deep pile. The white lining of the black muslin shirt’s slashed sleeves called prettily to the ermine edging of the black velvet cap. Black leather for my boots, belt and codpiece. I was an obsession in black. My mistress came up behind me.

“Marry, a pretty man he are," she purred against my shoulder, "Thy garb doth become thee, Moll my pet."

 

[glynndah]

4 out of 10
Clothing

She found the jeans in that funky little consignment shop across town. They were a beautiful blue, faded just the right amount. But what made them absolutely perfect was the embroidery. Not machine stitched, but done by hand. Flowers and leaves twined around the hem of the bellbottoms. Miniature cats prowled up one leg, chasing after the birds on the other one. Whimsical fish swam across the back pockets.

Trying them on, she discovered a note folded up in the front pocket. “May you meet your true love while wearing these jeans. I did.”

And that night she did, too.

(100 words exactly)

 

[Stella_Omega]

4 out of 10
Clothing

She found the jeans in that funky little consignment shop across town. They were a beautiful blue, faded just the right amount. But what made them absolutely perfect was the embroidery. Not machine stitched, but done by hand. Flowers and leaves twined around the hem of the bellbottoms. Miniature cats prowled up one leg, chasing after the birds on the other one. Whimsical fish swam across the back pockets.

Trying them on, she discovered a note folded up in the front pocket. “May you meet your true love while wearing these jeans. I did.”

And that night she did, too.

(100 words exactly)

What a good little witch you are!

MistressLynne, You have such a perfect touch for these stories of children and parenthood...

 

[glynndah]

What a good little witch you are!

MistressLynne, You have such a perfect touch for these stories of children and parenthood...

Thank you. I used to have a pair of bellbottoms I spent hours stitching on. I wonder what ever happened to them...

 

[_Lynn_]

MistressLynne, You have such a perfect touch for these stories of children and parenthood...

Thank you. I don't know where they all come from. They just ----are there.

 

[TE999]

5 of 10
Clothing

"Hey Dad! Look what I found in the attic."

"My platform shoes. Those bring back memories."

"You wore these? How did you walk?"

"Bobby, I not only walked, your Mom and I danced in every Disco in town when I wore those."

"Yeah. Disco's. I saw those on the History Channel."

"What a time we had. Danced all night. Doing the Hustle, the Cha-Cha...Donna Summer...the Bee Gee's...ABBA...Barry White..."

"What are you two doing? Oh Jim, I remember those shoes. You looked so cute."

"And you still are. C'mere."

"Aw, if you're gonna kiss I'm so gone."

(100 words even)

(Yes, I know shoes are accessories, but they go with clothing. )