FFfPP/Tale Weaver — Smothering

1E7F1AE7-5DD1-4EA1-9B2F-AB68658B570BBill led a modest and mundane life. He ate, slept, and worked. His job had become a proxy for living, and with no social life to speak of, he dedicated himself to his work. As a result, he was quite successful and rose to the ranks of middle management in a relatively compressed timeframe for someone his age.

Still, with his professional life going so well, Bill knew something was missing and it was his own fault. He created an impenetrable bulwark to ensure that his obligation to his job would not be sidetracked by anything, including a romantic entanglement.

But then Bill met Marcia and his priorities changed dramatically. He became obsessed with her, to the point where he was shirking his job responsibilities and missing critical deadlines. But Bill no longer cared about his job. All he cared about was Marcia.

Darling,” Bill wrote in a text message to Marcia, “meet me at City Hall at 4:00,” and he was thrilled when she agreed. He arrived early and watched the big clock countdown toward 4:00. When she arrived, he hugged her and asked her to marry him.

“Sorry, Bill, but I’m breaking up with you,” Marcia said. “You’re smothering me.”

(200 words)


Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner and for the Tale Weaver prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie (darling). Photo credit: Pixnio.com. Also for these daily prompts: Daily Addictions (bill), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (mundane), Ragtag Daily Prompt (proxy), Your Daily Word Prompt (compress), Nova’s Daily Random Word (bulwark), The Daily Spur (obligation), and Word of the Day Challenge (countdown).

#100WW — Crab Feast

8CCCBE80-E986-4A3C-BE50-CD8A85A16E23“How many more blues do we need?” Roberta called up from the shallow water where the small boat was anchored.

“We got six streamed ones up here,” I called back, “and I just got a text from Jim and he said he, Betty, and the kids should be getting here in about 15 minutes.”

“So you think another ten?” Jack shouted.

“They’re pretty large, so I’d say eight more crabs should do it,” I responded. “That’s fourteen all together, which should be plenty for the seven of us.”

“Coming right up,” Jack yelled. “Start the water boiling in the steam pot.”

(100 words)


Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl.

FOWC with Fandango — Mundane

FOWCWelcome to July 25, 2019 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 “mundane.”

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.

The issue with pingbacks not showing up seems to have been resolved, but you might check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

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