You think I’m heartless and cheap. Well I’m neither heartless nor cheap and I can prove it to you. Here, take a look at this selfie. Would a heartless and cheap man be tossing a few coins at a homeless guy? No, he would not. This photo shows just how caring and generous I am. See, I told you that you’ve got me all wrong, didn’t I?
Written for a weekly challenge from Ebar.
“Dammit!” Marla exclaimed. “This food chopper is supposed to be unbreakable, but look at this. I just bought it yesterday and it broke already.”
“Well what did you expect?” her twin sister and roommate said. “That’s what happens when you go to that bargain store and buy something with the label ‘Piece o’ Shit’ on it. You need to stop being so damn cheap and to spend your money more wisely. You get what you pay for, you know.”
“Why do you always have to admonish me?” Marla said, tears starting to well up in her eyes. “I thought sharing an apartment with a sibling would be a good thing, but you’re constantly criticizing me. I was just trying to chop up some veggies to make us both a nourishing snack.”
Feeling badly, Carla came over to her twin and gave her a hug. “I’m sorry, Marla,” she said. “I’ll try to be a better sister and roommate going forward. I’ll try hard to ignore your bad habits and the stupid things you’re always doing and to not go all haywire on you.”
Written for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (unbreakable), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (label), Your Daily Word Prompt (admonish), Ragtag Daily Prompt (sibling), Word of the Day Challenge (nourish), and Weekly Prompts (haywire).
Welcome to September 29, 2018 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 “cheap.”
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.
And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.
“I’m sick and tired of this ever present fog around here,” Marie said. “We haven’t seen the sun since we first arrived.”
“That’s why the rates are so cheap,” Jim said. “It’s the off-season here. This is the only way we could afford to take this trip. It would have cost three or four times more if we had booked during the high-season.”
“Then we should have gone somewhere else,” Marie said. “The brochure said that our cabin has an ocean view to the west and a mountain view to the east.” Pointing west, she said, “Do you see the ocean through the window, Jim?”
“No,” Jim responded.
Marie then turned and pointed toward the east. “What about the mountains?”
“No,” Jim said.
“No,” Marie said. “No ocean, no mountains. A fog so thick you can barely see your hands in front of your face. And it’s cold and damp. This is the worst vacation ever.”
“Are you done?” Jim asked.
“Yes, Jim, I’m so very done.”
Jim put on his cap and jacket and walked out of the cabin door.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Maria shouted after him, but Jim had already disappeared into the thick fog.
Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner from Roger Shipp. Photo credit: 14946675160vn34 AugustMorgue File.