Friday Fictioneers — Rabbit Hunting


“Look at that hillbilly over there,” Percy said.

“You mean the guy standing in the hole he’s digging?” Reggie responded. The two young men got off of their expensive bikes and walked over to the wire fence that separated the field from the road.

“That guy reminds me of Yosemite Sam,” said Percy, laughing. “You know, the one who’s always after Bugs Bunny.”

“Yeah,” said Reggie, chuckling. “He’s probably digging a rabbit hole looking for his dinner.”

Suddenly the guy dropped his shovel, picked up his shotgun, pointed at the two cyclists, and shouted, “Get off my property you varmints.”

(100 words)

Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Connie Gayer.

Only those who are familiar with Yosemite Sam might appreciate this post.

#FOWC — Inertia

AFF5D977-4E31-4836-ACB6-087F18BA8F19My boss — I’ll call him Steve, since that’s what his name is — was standing in front of the entire sales and marketing team to announce the planned launch of our brand new software upgrade. In his role as head of product development, he wanted to gin up enthusiasm for the upcoming release.

“Today I’m going to share all of the exciting new features and functionality we’ve built into our flagship product,” Steve said. “Your role in sales and marketing is to generate significant inertia so that we can hit the ground running.”

My first mistake was to raise my hand. Steve saw me waving my hand. “Okay, Hank,” he said. “What’s your question?”

I stood up. “It’s not so much a question,” I said. “More like a correction. You mean you want to generate significant interest, right?”

“Yes, that’s what I said,” Steve responded.

I should have just sat back down at that point, but instead, I stupidly continued. “No, you said ‘inertia.’”

“Fine,” Steve said. “Inertia, interest, whatever. Same thing.”

“Actually, they’re not the same, Steve. Inertia is a tendency to do nothing or to remain unchanged,” I said. “It’s a lack of action or forward progress. You’re using that word incorrectly.” A murmur ran through the meeting attendees.

Seeing Steve glaring at me, I sat back down and remained silent for the remainder of the meeting. When Steve completed his presentation and the others were filing out the room, I walked up to Steve. “Hey Steve,” I said, “I’m really sorry. I was totally out-of-line. I apologize. It won’t happen again.”

“No it won’t, Hank,” Steve said. “You humiliated me in front of the whole room and I won’t have it. You’re fired. Pack up your personal stuff and be out of here by the end of the day.”

Written for today’s One-Word Challenge from Fandango (that’s me!). The word is “inertia.” Image credit: geralt at

Time To Write — What Do You Need?

85BD1D89-C8BF-4883-BBDA-B7891583A9DA“Can you come here for a second?” Carolyn called out to her husband, Greg, who was sitting in the living room watching the basketball game.

This was never a good sign, Greg knew. It usually meant that she was going to point something out to him. Something he said he would do, but didn’t. Something he did do, but not to her satisfaction. Maybe the dishes he washed weren’t clean enough. Or he left the light on in the bathroom…again. Or he forgot to clean out the cat’s litter box. Whatever it was, he was not looking forward to getting lectured yet again.

Carolyn was in the kitchen when she called him. Had he forgotten that it was his week to clean the coffeemaker? Did he not remember to go through the refrigerator and throw out any older leftovers before taking the trash out to the curb? It was probably that bulb in the stove vent hood that burned out and that he’d promise to replace.

“Hey, hon, what’s up?” Greg asked, standing just outside the kitchen door and trying to sound both innocent and helpful.

“Come over here,” she said, pointing to the floor right in front of her. She was standing just in front of the gas range against the wall.

Damn, I was supposed to clean the burners on the cooktop, wasn’t I? Greg thought. He rather sheepishly moved closer to Carolyn until there were only about nine inches separating them.

“So?” he said, “what do you need?”

“I need to tell you something that I don’t say often enough. I need to tell you that I love you.” And with that, Carolyn reached out to Greg, pulled him close, gave him a big hug, and then kissed him deeply.

Written for this week’s Time To Write Sentence Starter prompt from Rachel Poli.

FOWC With Fandango — Inertia

67C1685A-6334-4B54-9BB8-250FB930E4A9Welcome to June 1, 2018 and the inauguration of Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed for those of us who are suffering from withdrawal after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “inertia.” Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and click on the Mister Linky thingie below and then visit others who have participated. (This is my first time trying Mister Linky and I hope it works. If it doesn’t, let me know in the comments.)

I will be writing my own response to this prompt in a separate post, so be sure to look for that.

And let me know in your comments if you think you’d like me to continue with this daily challenge.