MLMM First Line Friday — Zoom

“Whatever you do, you can’t do that,” Sal said.

“Can’t do what?” I asked.

Don’t be sneaky, pal,” Sal said. “You know full well what I’m talking about.”

“Honestly, I don’t,” I said. “Can you give me an assist here? Cut me some slack, maybe?”

“I’ve already given you too much leeway,” Sal said. “And it gives me little comfort, but I have to put my foot down this time.”

“Listen, Sal,” I said. “Maybe I’ve developed a bunch of cobwebs in my head, but I have no idea what your objection is to my being on this afternoon’s conference call.”

Sal sighed. “The last conference call you were on you apparently forgot that it was a Zoom call. You stood up, had no pants on, and had a boner.”

“Oh right,” I said. “I guess I blocked that memory.”


Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday, where the first line is, “Whatever you do, you can’t do that.” Also for these daily prompts: My Vivid Blog (sneaky), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (assist), Your Daily Word Prompt (leeway), The Daily Spur (comfort), Word of the Day Challenge (cobweb), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (conference).

#writephoto / #WDYS — Buried in the Mist

Detective Fred Morrisey, sitting across the interrogation room table from Melvin Frost, slapped down a photograph on the table.

Startled, Frost flinched, “What’s that?” he asked.

“Don’t play dumb,” Morrisey said. “You know very well what this is. This is a collection of human bones and they were hidden in the return air duct in your attic. So no games, Frost. Whose bones are these?”

“I don’t know whose bones they are,” Gross insisted. “I started finding them, I thought they were cool, and so I brought them back to my house.”

“You started finding them?” Morrisey asked. “Where did you allegedly find all of these bones?”

“There’s a natural, spring-fed pool deep in the woods,” Frost explained. “I was hiking back there and saw something sticking up out of the mist. When I got closer, I saw it was a bone. I fished it and a few more out of the water, put them in my backpack, and brought them back to my house. I went back there to the pool a handful of times and each time I went, I found a few more bones.”

“And you didn’t think to call the police when you kept finding human bones there?” Morrisey asked.

“None of my business how they got there,” Frost said. “But I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I want you to take me to this pool of yours,” Morrisey said. “Let’s go.”

A few hours later, Morrisey, his partner, Detective Ron Hayden, and Melvin Frost in handcuffs, were hiking through the woods. Suddenly Frost stopped, pointed, and said “There, that’s where I found the goddam bones.”

Hayden ran over to the pool, stuck his hand into the cold, mist-covered water, and pulled out a human skull. “There are a lot more bones in here,” he called out. “It must be some sort of body dumping ground. This is really gruesome, Fred.”


Written for KL Caley’s #writephoto prompt. Photo credit: KL Caley. Also for Sadje’s What Do You See prompt. Photo credit: Sean Robertson @ Unsplash.

Friday Fictioneers — Table Service

“Table for four,” the man said to the hostess.

She smile and said, “Right this way.”

When they got to the table, he said to the hostess, “This table hasn’t been cleared or cleaned yet.”

“Take a seat and I’ll send the busboy over to remove these items and set the table up for you,” she assured him.

The man was not happy, but it was the only free table, so he and his family sat down. But after waiting five minutes, no busboy showed up. “Get up. We’re leaving and never coming back here.” He and his family left.

(100 words)


Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt. Image credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

Fibbing Friday — Collective Nouns

Frank (aka PCGuy) and Di (aka Pensitivity101) alternate as hosts for Fibbing Friday, a silly little exercise where we are to write a post with our answers to the ten questions below. But as the title suggests, truth is not an option. The idea is to fib a little, a lot, tell whoppers, be inventive, silly, or even outrageous, in our responses. Today is Di’s turn to host and she’s focusing on collective nouns asking us to ‘invent’ what creature or something else would apply in the following…

1. A walk of …

dogs.

2. A bed of …

porcupines.

3. A horde of …

herbivores.

4. A bike of …

cyclists.

5. A rhumba of …

robots.

6. A shrewdness of …

philosophers.

7. A raft of …

roofers.

8. A mess of …

potamias.

9. A huddle of …

gophers.

10. A family of…

collective nouns.

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — October 22nd

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.

How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.

If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 22nd) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.


This was originally posted on October 22, 2017.

To Be Enlightened

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“I don’t understand,” Hal said. “It’s just a handgun and I got it to protect our home and family.”

“Okay, fine. I’ll enlighten you,” Rosemary said. “Statistics show that a gun in the home is more likely to be used in a homicide, suicide, or unintentional shooting than to be used for self-defense.”

“Oh come on,” Hal responded. “That’s fake news.”

“No, it’s not. It’s true,” Rosemary said. “Having a gun in the home is eleven times more likely to be used for attempted or successful suicides than for self-defense. It’s seven times more likely to be used in criminal assaults and homicides, and four times more likely in unintentional shooting deaths or injuries.”

“But we’d use the gun exclusively for self-defense,” Hal objected.

Rosemary sighed. “Did you know that, on average, nearly 5,000 children in the United States receive medical treatment in an emergency room each year for a gun-related injury? And about 21% of those injuries are unintentional. Almost 1,300 children die annually from a gun-related injury in this country.”

“Really?” asked Hal, genuinely surprised by the statistics.

“Yes, and in just the first nine months of this year, almost 3,000 teens and kids have been shot,” Rosemary said. “Now do you understand why I don’t want you to bring a gun into our home?”

“But….”

“But nothing. Either that gun goes, or the kids and I go.”

It was Hal’s turn to sigh. “Yes, fine, you’ve enlightened me.”


Written for today’s one-word prompt, “enlighten.”