Tiny House

63E64607-9C68-4E47-8902-EB6E07E9F8A7.jpegArlene and her husband were watching a tiny house show on HGTV when she said, “Abe, we should sell this house and build a tiny house.”

“A tiny house?” Abe said. “You’re joking, right?”

“No, I’m serious,” Arlene said. “It’s just the two of us now that the kids are grown and out of the house. Why do we need to live in a four bedroom, three bathroom house?”

Abe got a smirk on his face. “Why? I’ll tell you why, Arlene. Tiny houses are too small. Do you really think I want to be cooped up with you in a very tight and extremely compact place day in and day out? It’s not practical.”

“It wouldn’t be so bad,” Arlene said.

“Oh no?” Abe countered. “As it is, you refuse to share a bathroom with me. Tiny houses have just one bathroom. Be honest, Arlene, you’d only use the same bathroom as me if you were under duress.

“I think it’s something we should pursue Abe,” Arlene said. “We could sell this house for a whole lot more than it would cost to build a tiny house. Plus, it’s mobile. We could travel all around the county and have our house with us wherever we are.”

“We’re not turtles, Arlene,” Abe said. “We don’t need to go around with our home on our backs. And we have a Toyota Prius. We’d have to buy a big honking truck to tow that thing around. Are you going to drive a truck with a house trailing behind it, because I’m not.”

“Fine,” Arlene said, “you win. We won’t do a tiny house.” Then she looked at the TV and said, “Oh look, ‘Caribbean Life’ is on. You know Abe, maybe we should sell our house and buy a place in the….”

Abe grabbed the remote out of Arlene’s hand and switched channels. “Oh look,” he said, “a rerun of ‘Law and Order: SVU’ for us to watch.”


Written for Ragtag Daily Prompt (smirk), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (compact), Word of the Day Challenge (duress), and Daily Addictions (pursue).

Everybody Knows Your Name

90fd1e44-8678-400c-86a5-a3368a65b2fc.jpeg“Excuse me, sir, but don’t you live in that large house on Pine Street?”

“Why yes, I must confess that I did live in that house, but I moved away almost two years ago.”

“No way! Really? Two years ago?”

“Yes, it’s been a while since I’ve been back to the neighborhood. Is that tavern over on Fourth Avenue still there?”

“It is. Would you like to go over there and have a drink? I’m parched.”

“Yes I would. I used to go to that place all the time.”

“Great. What’s your name again?”

“You’ll find out when we get there. As soon as I walk in, all the regulars will call out my name and say hello to me.”

“Even though you haven’t been there in two years?”

“Sure,” said Norm. “At Cheers, everybody knows your name.”3D1288C8-C92C-498C-BF21-AC4562D3F9AF


Written for The Secret Keeper prompt.

Friday Fictioneers — A Better Idea

1EC7D306-0F61-441E-9E2D-8787E9DCF459“I can’t believe it,” Samantha said. “We’ve been planning this engagement party for weeks. And now, tonight of all nights, they’re calling for heavy rain.”

“Well,” Jason said, “we have those beams suspended from the wire frame that runs from the back of the house to the garage across the patio. Maybe I can run over to Lowe’s and pick up a tarp to drape over them to cover the patio.”

“I’ve got a better idea,” said Samantha. She picked up her phone and tapped at the keypad. “I’m texting everyone to bring all of their umbrellas to the party.”

(100 words)


Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo credit: Dale Rogerson.

Time To Write — Tall Tales

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“I’m sick to death of the way you’re always making things up, Michael,” his mother scolded her son. “Don’t you know that you should always tell the truth and never lie.”

“Helen,” Michael’s father interrupted, “cut the kid some slack. He’s just got a vivid imagination, is all.”

“George,” Helen said, “I can’t believe you’re defending him. He’s always telling these tall tales and I never know whether to believe him or not.”

“Let me handle this, Helen,” George said to his wife. Then he turned to Michael and said, “How old are you now, son?”

“I’m twelve, Dad,” Michael said. “You know that.”

“And for a twelve year old boy, you’ve got quite a wonderful talent,” George said. “You, Michael, are a natural born storyteller. You weave such interesting tales and you tell them so very well.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Michael said, beaming.

“I have a suggestion,” George said. “You have such a flare for telling stories that I think you should start writing your stories down in a notebook. Be creative, son. Exercise your imagination. And then, when you’ve written a few stories, you can read them out loud to your mother and me. Maybe someday some of the stories you write might even be published in a magazine or a book.”

“Really, Dad?” Michael said excitedly. “I would love that.”

“But there’s one catch, Michael,” George said. “You can make up and write all the stories you can think of in your notebook. But when your mother or I ask you questions, you must always tell us the truth. No making things up. You only make things up for the stories you write in your notebook. So, do we have a deal, Michael?”

“Yes, we have a deal,” Michael said, and then he ran over and hugged his father.

“Great,” George said. “Now go be the fantastic storyteller that I know you can be.”

“I’m gonna start writing my first story right now,” Michael said as he stood up and started running toward his bedroom.

But before Michael took two steps, George grabbed him by his arm and said, “First go hug your mother and tell her you love her.”


Written for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write prompt, where we’re asked to write a story about a storyteller.

FOWC with Fandango — Compact

FOWCWelcome to September 21, 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 “compact.”

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.