Friday Fictioneers — Stormy Weather

8EFE1720-3941-4A87-B09B-7AAF2E57368F“The forecast is calling for rain this weekend,” Anna said. “Maybe we should put off the yard sale until next weekend.”

“Don’t be silly, Anna,” Dick said. “I’ve advertised it on Craigslist and I’ve put up posters all around the neighborhood. Besides, I rented one of those booth canopy tent-like things, so if it does rain, we can move everything under that to keep it all dry.”

“Okay, Dick,” Anna said.

No one, least of all Dick, was prepared for the severity of the thunderstorm that passed through that weekend. Dick’s booth canopy tent-like thing didn’t stand a chance.

(99 words)

Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Jan Wayne Fields.

The Grass Is Greener

C8988ECC-804A-45E6-8D93-C565382929DA“I really wish you wouldn’t pin all of your hopes on finding some great new job,” Alex’s wife told him.

“Gail, you know how unhappy I’ve been at work,” Alex said.

“Yes, you’ve been quite overt complaining about how much you hate your job,” Gail said. “So vocal, in fact, that I’m surprised that you haven’t been fired yet.”

“And that’s precisely why I contacted the headhunter,” Alex said. “All I want to do is examine all of my options and improve my odds of finding a new and better job.”

“You’ve got almost seven years at the firm, Alex,” Gail said. “Are you sure it makes sense to go to a different place where you’ll be a newbie?”

“Don’t worry, Gail,” Alex said, “I’m a big believer in that old saying about the grass being greener on the other side of the fence.”

“That might be great if you were a gardener, Alex,” Gail said. “But you’re a lawyer, for crissake.”

Written for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (wish), Daily Addictions (pin), The Daily Spur (hope), Nova’s Daily Random Word (overt), Your Daily Word Prompt (improve), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (newbie), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (Grass).

#writephoto — The Fool on the Hill

AC40970F-B894-48C5-A7FA-ABE5222E1C15Day after day, the man on the hill slowly walks alone with his walking staff in hand. Nobody knows who he is, or why he walks the hill day in and day out. He walks there all day long until the sun goes down, watching as the world spins around and around.

Most of the townsfolk refer to him as the fool on the hill. Some of them have tried to talk to him, but he never listens to them and he never has an answer to their questions. In fact, he never even seems to notice them. He just smiles with what they call his foolish grin. Hence, nobody wants to join him.

He knows that they don’t like him and they really don’t want to know him. They think he is just a fool with his head in the clouds. But he doesn’t care about them. He actually feels sorry for those townsfolk, who live their hectic lives without making the time to explore nature and to appreciate all that it has to offer.

They may think of him as the fool on the hill, but in his heart, he knows that they are the real fools.

Written for this week’s Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent.

100WW — The Concert

39B5B334-54D7-47CE-8C75-5FBD8BA7B7F3Darla ran up to her father and threw her arms around his neck. “Thank you, thank you!” she yelled, barely able to contain her excitement.

“My pleasure, sweetie,” Bill said. “I know you wanted to see this band perform live, so I got tickets for you and your mother, who will go with you to the arena tonight.”

A few hours later, Bill’s son got an alert on his iPhone. He read it, ran into the den, and handed it to his father. “Oh my God!” Bill screamed when he read about the mass shooting currently underway at the arena.

(100 words)

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

FFfPP — Sabotage

5E844609-AE3F-43BB-BA80-5D4F6914BBE1“It was sabotage,” Jeff, the hot air balloon pilot, said. “Someone was out for the destruction of my balloon. He punctured my propane tanks, which resulted in a fuel leak and the burners to fail, causing the balloon to crash.”

“I see,” Detective Morissey said.

“It was scary,” Jeff said. “My passengers started screaming as we fell to the ground. My  job is to look after the well-being of my passengers. Fortunately, no one was seriously injured.”

“So,” Morissey said, “Who do you think is behind this, and why?”

“This was not just a fortuitous incident. See that balloon up there?” Jeff asked, pointing to the red, purple, and green balloon. “That pilot is responsible. He used to be the big shot around here. But earlier this year I won the Balloonist of the Year award and I’ve been gaining passengers ever since then. He can’t stand being in my shadow.”

“Okay, I’ll handle this,” the detective said. He went up to the pilot of the balloon in question, which had just landed, and started to question him.

“Did you have anything to do with Jeff’s balloon crash?” Morissey asked.

The guy didn’t bat an eye. “Who? Me?”

(198 words)

Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner from Roger Shipp. Image: Also for these daily prompts: Your Daily Word Prompt (destruction), Word of the Day Challenge (well-being), Ragtag Daily Prompt (fortuitous), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (shadow), The Daily Spur (handle), and Daily Addictions (bat).