Shake a Tail Feather

Tickle with a featherKent spent much of the afternoon cleaning up his apartment and preparing dinner. He had finally persuaded the girl he’d been going out with for a month to have dinner with him at his place. He was excited at the prospect of spending the evening…and possibly the night…with her.

When Linda arrived, Kent welcomed her with a hug and a kiss and offered her some cheese, fruit, and crackers on a platter as an appetizer while he finished preparing their dinner of veal parmesan and pasta.

After dinner, Kent and Linda shared his favorite dessert wine and a pecan pie he’d picked up from his favorite bakery. So far the night had gone exactly as he’d hoped, with some pleasant conversation and a lot of laughs. But now it was time for Kent to make his move.

“Would you like to play a game?” he asked Linda, and she readily agreed. Kent went to his desk and pulled out two, long tail feathers, and with a wry smile on his face, asked her if she was ticklish. When she said she was, he admitted that he, too, was quite ticklish.

“So what is the game you want to play?” Linda asked.

“It’s called ‘see who laughs first.’” Kent said.

“And how do you play?” Linda asked.

Kent held up the two feathers. “Choose your weapon,” he said.

Linda picked one of the feathers and, with a bit of a wicked grin, said, “Now I suppose you’re going to tell me that the game is best played if we’re naked.”

“You are a very insightful young woman,” Kent said.

Written for Teresa’s Three Things Challenge, where the three things are cheese, feather, and game.

Open Mic Night

D9391701-8F66-4F04-8157-08EFC51B3622“He’s definitely in his element, isn’t he?” JoAnne said of her boyfriend, Bob, who was on stage for open mic night at the comedy club.

“Well, he’s always been kind of a smart alec, hasn’t he?” Ed said. “So yeah, he’s right where he belongs, cracking jokes and in the spotlight.”

“If I didn’t know better, Ed, I’d say that you sound a bit jealous,” JoAnne observed.

“I am, actually,” Ed admitted. “After all, I used to be Bob’s mentor back in the day. I had accumulated a large mass of great jokes and one-liners. And I had an ample following of loyal fans, too.”

“I didn’t know you used to do stand up,” JoAnne said. “How long ago was that?”

“Oh, it’s been years since I last got up on stage, JoAnne,” Ed said. “I’m in my sixties now, my twilight years, as they say. So I’m living vicariously these days by watching my star pupil strut his stuff. And the boy is damn good, too.”

“You were a great teacher, Ed,” JoAnne said.

“It’s more that he has the right stuff, JoAnne,” Ed said.

Written for these one-word prompts: Your Daily Word Prompt (element), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (smart), Word of the Day Challenge (mentor), Scotts Daily Prompt (mass), Daily Addictions (ample), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (crepuscule). Please note: I had never heard of the word “crepuscule,” so I Googled it and learned that it is a rarely used synonym for “twilight.” So rather than awkwardly trying to fit in “crepuscule,” so I substituted the more common synonym.


FFfAW — Make the Most of It

DF1A74EE-C332-4793-B7BC-F0AA0DB21DE4Sarah hadn’t seen him since he was deployed to Afghanistan eight months earlier. They were planning to get married when his tour was over. But then he called her from Germany to tell her that he had been wounded in action and would be returning home in a few days. Fortunately, his wounds were relatively mild.

He asked her to meet him at the Chelsea Beach Bar, where they had first met when they were both there for spring break during their junior year at college. They had been almost inseparable ever since. Until the day he shipped out.

She was anxiously waiting for him near the bar, anticipating seeing him for the first time in eight months. She saw him wave at her, but noticed as he got closer that he was limping. When he finally got to her, they embraced, holding tight to one another.

When he told her he was shipping back in a few days, with tears in her eyes she said, “Then let’s make the most of our time together.”

(175 words)

Written for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Photo credit: Michelle DeAngelis.

Twittering Tales — Bad Role Models

02D1724F-DFAC-4DC8-ABF3-64E161477E64“Oh, baby, what happened to your Barbies?” Jenn’s mother asked when she saw all of her daughter’s dolls broken apart.

“I hate them!” Jenn yelled in anger.

“But I thought you loved your Barbies.”

“Look at them, Ma,” Jenn said. “They’re beautiful, but I don’t look anything like them.”

(280 characters)

Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt. Photo credit: Skitterphotos at

FOWC with Fandango — Smart

FOWCWelcome to September 18, 2018 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void 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 “smart.”

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 create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.