Three Flavorful Challenges

ben-and-jerryBen and Jerry were sitting in the crowded tasting room sampling their latest flavor experiment. “Ew!” Ben said. “Did you check the date before you used it?

Jerry looked at his partner. “Before I used what?” he asked.

“The vanilla flavoring,” Ben said.

“Of course I….” Before Jerry could finish, both men felt a significant rumbling. Everyone in the tasting room jumped up and ran out, leaving Ben and Jerry sitting by themselves in the otherwise empty room.

“Oh my God,” Jerry said.

“I know,” said Ben, “we’re having an earthquake!”

“Quick,” said Jerry, “I need my nitroglycerin tablets. I need to find my pillbox.”

“I think it’s in your jacket,” Ben said.

“Oh right,” said Jerry, taking his pill. “And the vanilla was fine, by the way.”


Written for these daily challenges: From Teresa, the Story Starter Challenge, where the sentence is “Did you check the date before you used it?” Also from Teresa, the Opposites Attract Challenge, where the opposite words are crowded and empty. And from Paula Light’s Three Things Challenge, where the three things are earthquake, vanilla, and pillbox.

 

 

Friday Fictioneers — Alone

8982DA0D-6588-4582-867A-CEA9A15517B4Dressed and ready for some coffee, Mark took the elevator to the hotel’s meeting room level on the third floor. He found the coffee station and poured himself a cup.

No one was around, which Mark found strange, given that the first meeting was scheduled to start in ten minutes. He took the elevator to the first floor and saw that not a soul was there. No guests, no one at the checkout counter, no doormen.

He stepped outside and saw that the streets were empty of cars and people. Totally alone, Mark wondered where everyone had gone.

(98 words)


Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers. Photo credit: Yvette Prior.

SoCS — Hollowed Out

I thought we completed each other.
I thought we made each other whole.
I thought we two were one.

4B394077-F0D7-4CF3-B9A2-7C2EECBD9A9EBut then you plunged that dagger deep into my heart.
You doused my light.
You ripped out my soul.
You soured my spirit.

I am now an empty, hollow shell of the man I once was.

The man who only wanted to fill your soul with hope.

But who now only wants to fill your hole with soap.


Written for today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill. We are to use “empty” and/or “hollow” in our posts.