The County Fair

775497A5-B986-4213-86F4-CC8BDB194EC4“Did you hear that the booth at the county fair that sells that absolutely scrumptious strudel is going to be giving it away for free starting at seven o’clock tomorrow morning?” Nicole asked.

“Don’t make me laugh,” Andy said. “Where did you hear that? It’s got to be some sort of sham, no doubt.”

“No, I just got back from the fairgrounds and they were handing out these leaflets,” Nicole said, handing one to Andy.

Andy immediately tore up the leaflet into tiny pieces and tossed the pieces into the wind. “That was a creepy thing to do,” Nicole said. “Why did you tear that up?”

“Don’t be naïve, Nicole,” Andy said. “They probably made more strudel than they can sell and this is their solution to getting rid of their excess strudel inventory while driving traffic to their booth so they can raise prices on their other baked goods.”

“You are such a cynic,” Nicole said. “Why are you always so weird?”

“You just wait, Nicole,” Andy said, a smug smile on this face. “You will see that I’m right and when you do, I will expect you to memorialize this moment.”

“Fine,” Nicole said, her voice oozing sarcasm, “I will memorialize that moment because if you’re right about this, it will be the first time in your life you’ve been right about anything.”

Written for Paula Light’s Thursday Inspiration prompt (photo credit: Pixabay), and for her Three Things Challenge, where the three things are “seven,” “solution,” and “laugh.” Also for these daily prompts: Nova’s Daily Random Word (strudel), The Daily Spur (morning), Ragtag Daily Prompt (sham), Fandango’s (creepy), Word of the Day Challenge (tear), Daily Addictions (weird), and Your Daily Word Prompt (memorialize).

FFfPP — The Engagement Ring


“I am riddled with guilt,” Dennis said. Amanda and Dennis were sitting at the white wrought iron table in the field of purple blossoms located behind the main house at her family’s farm. It was a beautiful summer day and Amanda was in a great frame of mine.

She looked up at Dennis. They had gotten engaged in February and the wedding was scheduled for late September. “What on earth do you have to feel guilty about, sweetheart?” she asked Dennis.

“I’m so sorry, babe,” Dennis said, tears welling up in his eyes. “I cheated on you and I can’t live with myself.”

“What! When? With whom?”

“With your cousin Carol,” Dennis confessed, “after your sister’s sweet sixteen party. Can you ever forgive me?”

Amanda jumped up, causing her chair to fall over. “Get out of my sight!” she screamed. “My cousin? Oh my God! Get out! I never want to see you again. GET OUT!” Amanda pulled the diamond engagement ring Dennis had given her and threw it as far as she could into the field.

After Dennis left, Amanda said, “Oh shit,” and ran in the direction she had tossed the ring hoping she could find it.

Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner from Roger Shipp. Photo credit: GaborfromHungary at

FOWC with Fandango — Creepy

FOWCWelcome to August 8, 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 “creepy.”

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.

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