“Which one do you think I should get him?” Darryl asked his girlfriend.
Diane shrugged. “How should I know?” she asked. “I’ve only met your father that one time.”
“There are the ones with the floral patterns that say ‘Islander’ on them,” Darryl said, “or the one that says ‘Aloha’ on it. Do you think he’d like one of those?”
“They’re nice,” Diane said.
“Maybe he’d prefer one of the other ones with the straw weave on the front,” Darryl said.
“Darryl,” Diane said, “Whatever you decide, I think he’ll be happy just knowing that you were thinking about him.”
(100 words)
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Jan Wayne Fields.
Elaine came home from work exhausted. She walked into the kitchen, dropped her pocketbook on the table, and went to the fridge to grab a beer. Suddenly she froze. “Clyde,” she screamed, “where’s the goddam refrigerator?”
Lately things have really been getting me down and sometimes it’s almost too much for me to take. But I found a place at the top of the stairs where I can go and let all of my cares drift off into space as I watch the stars put on a show for free. It’s beautiful and peaceful as can be and nothing bothers me when I’m there. It’s like a paradise, one that is trouble proof. And if this world starts getting you down, too, won’t you join me? There’s room enough for two up on the roof.
Having recently retired and with time on his hands, Clark decided to fulfill his life’s greatest ambition. With a head full of ideas, interesting and compelling characters, and intricate, twisty plot lines, he would write the great American novel.
“I thought you were gonna call it the ‘Pink Cadillac Diner,’” Dwight said.