In Other Words — Pink Flamingos

17194ABB-B12F-4867-9BDB-8E7886DC5B0AShe said, “Let’s go to the movies and see ‘Pink Flamingos’ at the local art house theater.”

“If we want to see a pink flamingo, wouldn’t we be better off going to the zoo?” I asked.

“Oh no, ‘Pink Flamingos’ is a campy movie that was directed by John Waters and starred Divine,” she said. “I’m sure you’ll love it.”

It was awful; the worst movie I ever saw and I hated it.11F3AD74-5F5A-4FBA-9349-B55819D5E5C7

In other wordsWritten for the In Other Words prompt from Patricia’s Place. The challenge this week is to write a story or poem of five lines or fewer using the picture above and/or the word “flamingo.” Top photo credit: Len from Pexels.

Sunday Photo Fiction — Lawn Ornaments


“It’s embarrassing,” Angie told her boyfriend.

“What is?” Neal asked.

“My mother wants to meet you,” she answered, “but I don’t want to take you to her house.”

“Why? Are you ashamed of me, embarrassed by me?”

“Oh no, Neal, not at all. It has nothing to do with you, I swear,” Angie told him.

“Well, what is it, then?” Neal wanted to know. “Why don’t you want me to meet your mother? Maybe it’s time. We’ve been dating for six months. ”

Angie took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. “Again, it’s not you. It’s my mother.”

“What about her?” Neal asked. “Is there something wrong with her?”

“There’s nothing physically or mentally wrong with her,” Angie said. “But she has a somewhat bizarre sense of style.”

“I don’t understand,” Neal said. “What do you mean by bizarre sense of style?”

“Never mind,” Angie said, grabbing Neal’s hand. “This is as good a time as any to introduce you two to one another.

They walked hand in hand towards Angie’s mother’s house for six blocks. As they approached the house, Angie stopped, squeezed Neal’s hand, and said, “See?”

“Yes,” Neal said. “A pair of pink flamingos. That is bizarre.”

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Written for today’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt from Susan. Photo credit: Susan Spaulding.