TALK ABOUT A JOKE
“This way people! This way!”
“Oh! Look Martha!”
“Please stay behind the stanchions!”
“The Stanchions! Stay behind them!
Don’t touch anything.”
“Martha. What’s the poor guy on about?”
“June, I think he wants us to stay behind
these red ropes.”
“OH! Well why didn’t he say so in the first
place. HEY! Why didn’t yah say so in the first
“He did, did he? Martha, what’s a stanchion?”
“Just stay on this side of the ropes.”
“Okie Dokie. But if this guy doesn’t behave himself
and speak clearly, I’m going to skull him with my
“Yah. He left that junk to me in his Will. I’m here to
pick it up. Don’t say anything, but it’s all plastic
anyways. Talk about a joke.”
©J.E.Goldie July 8 2019
Geralt at Pixabay.com
Write a relatively short flash fiction piece inspired by the photo. While there are no definitive style or word limits, I suggest trying to keep your posts to under 300 words.
HAVE YOU GOT THE TIME?
“Maintenant. What would you call this one?”
“You really want to know?”
“Ah! My friend! Don’t tease me.”
“I’m not sure, but I could hazard a guess.”
“I love it when you come to the gallery.”
“Oh, because you have such a way with words!”
“I do. Do I?
“See! There you go! In just four words, you’ve
amazed me. Incroyable!
“Oh. My pleasure to oblige.”
“May I get you a Beveridge?”
“I haven’t the time.”
“That’s it! You are THE most amazing Art Critic!
You have perfectly described AND named this
Piece in a matter of minutes!”
“I have? What is it?”
“And such simplicity. C’est merveilleux!”
“Are you sure?”
“Bien sûr! Fait accompli!”
“I think I better go.
Have you got the time?”
©J.E.Goldie July 2 2019
Fandango challenges bloggers to write a relatively short flash fiction piece inspired by the photo. While there are no definitive style or word limits, I suggest trying to keep your posts to under 300 words. If this picture inspires you and you wish to participate, please write your post, use the tag #FFFC and post it in the comment section of the above link.
DO AS I SAY!
“Did you get it?”
“Are you alone?”
“No, I’m standing in the middle of
a marching band!”
“Don’t get snarky.”
“Now, why would I get snarky? I
haven’t slept in days! I’d like to
go home and get outta these clothes,
and maybe have a shower!”
“Do I sound like I care?”
“Look Mister! Do you want the goods
or not? I could just walk away with this
and you’d never find me.”
“Drop the case, walk away and don’t
look back. I’m under the grate you’re
standing on. Do as I say! or I’ll shoot.”
©J.E.Goldie June 24 2019
Image courtesy of Aron Jäger@unsplash.com.
The Pizza Joint
“So, Dick what’s your take?” said the Inspector,
stroking his scruffy beard.
“Well” he pondered “The door’s been smashed
open with a lot of power behind it. Glass everywhere,
a real mess.”
“And a lot of violence behind it.” added the Inspector
as he lit up a smoke.
“That’s for damn sure Boss.”
“Did you find any blood splatter?”
“You sure?” questioned the Inspector.
“Yah” the Sargent said chewing his wad of gum.
“Got an extra gum?”
“Good. And by the way, next time get that hot
Cinnamon flavor gum. I like it better.”
The Inspector demanded while unwrapping his gum.
“Sure.” Dick said, quickly making a note.
“I think we have a case of murder, a violent gruesome
bloody murder, or.” He concluded. “A kidnapping.”
“Could be both” added the Sargent.
“Ok. I think we’re done here. Get the squad in to
see if there’s anymore clues. I’m hungry.”
“There’s a great little pizza joint down the street.”
offered the Sargent.
“Pizza! It is! Dick? Did I ever tell you the one about
the mass murderer and the pizza joint?”
©J.E.Goldie May 21, 2019
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“I think we’re early”
“What makes you think that you moron!”
“Well look! No one’s here. You sure this is the right place?”
“Have I ever, ever steered you wrong? C’mon spill! Have I?”
“Well there was that time 5 years ago when you……”
“Stop it right there buddy. Are we gonna delve into our murky pasts now? Get real! Look, it says right here. Shit! I lost the invite!”
“Oh I see and not once have you ever, and I repeat ever, steered me wrong.”
“You wanna step outside!. Let’s go yah wimp! “
“Excuse me Sirs. Which side of the bereaved family are you on?”
Word Count: 118 including title
Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #8 April 8, 2019 #FFFC