Friday Fictioneers — Constant Flow

“Ta da!” Ryan said, extending his arm toward the end of the corridor at the shopping mall. “What do you think?”

Fran looked where Ryan was pointing and then back at Ryan. “What is it?”

”It’s a work of art,” Ryan said. “The owners of the mall commissioned me to create something for this dead space.

“Oh,” Fran said.

“I call it ‘Constant Flow’ because it uses a recirculating pump to keep the water flowing from the fire hose nozzle to the pool below and back up,” Ryan explained.

“I’m impressed,” Fran said, “that anyone would pay you for that.”

(100 words)


Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisigoths-Fields. Photo credit: Anne Higa.

Thursday Inspiration — On the Brighter Side

“I bought the place because I want to keep it simple. I want to create a Bed & Breakfast that would offer real country comfort, you know what I’m saying?” Ted said.

“That sounds nice,” Ted’s cousin Mike said. “Do you believe you have the talent, though, to pull it off?”

“At the risk of sounding bellicose,” Ted said, “I will stop at nothing to pull it off.”

“Interesting,” Mike said. “By the way, I looked at the town inspection report on the property and there are some flagrant code violations, including a leak in the septic system that could be harmful to the ground water.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s going to be a major expense,” Ted admitted, “but on the brighter side, once all of those code violations are resolved, I’m going to have the best B&B in the state.”


Written for Jim Adams’ Thursday Inspiration prompt, where the word “brighter,” and the image above, are the prompts. Also for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (simple), Ragtag Daily Prompt (country comfort), Word of the Day Challenge (talent), Your Daily Word Prompt (bellicose), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (flagrant), and MMA Storytime (harmful).

Flash Mob

“You need to get out of here immediately,” the store owner said. “With all of this nonsense, you’re putting the customers of my establishment in jeopardy.”

“Oh come on, dude,” Mike said. “This whole impromptu flash mob thing is driving traffic into your store. You should be thanking me.”

“Thanking you?” the store owner said. “Your friends are swarming into the place like a bunch of pesky insects. You need to get your mob out of here before I call the police.”

“That’s cold, dude,” Mike said. “We’re just trying to have a good time and to entertain your customers. But I know when I’m not welcome, so don’t call the cops. I’ll gather my pals and we’ll trundle on outta here.”


Written for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (establishment), MMA Storytime (jeopardy), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (impromptu), Ragtag Daily Prompt (insect), The Daily Spur (cold), and Your Daily Word Prompt (trundle).

No Smoking

“Sir, tobacco use is not permitted in this facility,” the nurse said, pointing to the sign.

“But the building is empty,” Clyde said.

“Au contraire, sir,” the nurse said. “We have some patients in the adjoining ward who have pneumonia and are using oxygen, which is very flammable.”

Clyde took a long drag on his cigarette and exhaled the smoke directly into the nurse’s face. “Is that a fact?” He said sarcastically. “Well, let me cogitate on this a bit more.” Then Clyde once again took a deep drag and blew the smoke in the nurse’s face.

A few hours later Clyde woke up. He was lying in a hospital bed, one leg in a cast and elevated off the bed. Standing next to him was the nurse. “Where the hell am I?” Clyde asked, as pain shot from his leg and up his spine.

“You’re in the hospital in a bed with your leg, which is broken in two places, in traction,” the nurse said. “And I have some advice for you, Clyde. In the future, you should make sure the person in whose face you blow your cigarette smoke does not have a black belt in karate.


Written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (tobacco), The Daily Spur (empty), Ragtag Daily Prompt (pneumonia), Your Daily Word Prompt (cogitate), and MMA Storytime (traction).

WDYS — Message in a Bottle

I saw a glass jar with a cork stopper in its opening sitting on a random spot on the wet sand. It seemed to have a glow coming from the inside of it. I’d never seen anything quite like it before.

I decided to sit down on the dry sand not far from the strange jar and gaze at it for a while. It was mesmerizing. Sitting there quietly contemplating the glowing jar offered me a bit of a respit from my hectic life.

After a while, my curiosity got the best of me. I walked over and picked up the jar. It was warm to the touch and the glow seemed to come from little pieces of iridescent paper. I grabbed the twine attached to the cork stopper and pulled with all my might. The cork stopper finally came loose and as soon as I removed it, all of the glowing strips of paper slowly floated up and into air above the jar and, one by one, started to explode into what looked like miniature fireworks.

I dropped the jar back into the wet sand and stood there, transfixed, watching the sparkling pieces of paper disintegrate. But one piece of paper remained intact and as it slowly fluttered back toward the ground, I reached out and grabbed it.

I unfolded the paper strip and saw that there was was something written on it. I unfolded the strip of paper and read what it said.


Written for Sadje’s What Do You See? prompt. Photo credit: Andrew Morris @ Unsplash. And for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (glass), MMA Storytime (random), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (never) Word of the Day Challenge (hectic), and The Daily Spur (rebirth).