Twittering Tales — The Zoo

6DB25E6B-2588-42E4-9EAA-2A80BD62B159“There are so many, Mommy,” Sara said as she and her mother looked down at the tropical pond from the catwalk high above.

“It’s hard to believe there were only a dozen when we brought them here before their planet became uninhabitable,” her mother said. “All they do is procreate.”

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Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: mattiaverga at

A Day at the Park

B1F26FBF-F269-4F2A-B39D-E017C78AA051Aaron decided to take his family to the city park and to have an outing at the pond located at the north end of the large park. It was a beautiful spring day and his two kids were very excited about spending the day there.

Almost as soon as they got there, his kids wanted to go to the soft-serve ice cream truck parked there. “What can I get you today?” the girl at the window asked. 

“I want a chocolate/vanilla swirl on a sugar cone,” Andy said.

“Me too,” chimed in his little sister, Allison, who would always copy everything her older brother did.

Once they got their cones, they walked over to the pond, found a place to sit, and watched as a mime did his pantomime schtick, which Andy and Allison found enthralling.

After a few hours by the pond, the kids were getting restless, and Janice, Aaron’s wife, suggested that the kids might want to go to the part of the park where there were some amusement rides. The kids thought that was a great idea and ran ahead of their parents toward the rides.

“I want to go on the Cyclone,” Andy said when they got there.

“Me too,” Alison squealed.

Aaron looked at his daughter and broke the news that she wasn’t big enough to go on the Cyclone. “You have to be this tall to participate,” he said, holding his hand just above her head.”

Allison started crying. “That’s not fair!” she screamed. “I want to go on the ride with Andy.”

Janice bent down and looked Allison in the eyes. “You’ll be tall enough to go on the Cyclone next year, sweetie. So let’s let Dad and Andy go on it now and I’ll get some cotton candy that we can share while they’re on the ride.” Then she whispered in her daughter’s ear, “And we can watch Daddy get dizzy and throw up when he gets off the ride.”

That brought a big smile to Allison’s face.

Written for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write prompt this week, which is for the setting “At the pond.” And for Teresa’s Story Starter Challenge, which is “What can I get you today?” And also for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (copy), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (pantomime), Ragtag Daily Prompt (cyclone), and Your Daily Word Prompt (participate).

FFfPP — Who’s a Good Boy?

57BDF863-4DB4-4015-8BB5-A93840AA0647“Who’s a good boy?” Adam called out to Bandit. “You’re a good boy. Oh yes you are.”

“If he’s such a good boy,” Sally said, “Why isn’t he listening to you? He’s just trotting away, not bringing the ball back.”

“He’ll bring it back to me when he’s ready,” Adam said to Sally. And then turning to Bandit, he said, “Yes you will, because you’re a good boy.”

“You seriously need to take that dog to obedience school,” Sally said.

“He is obedient,” Adam insisted, “But on his own terms, that’s all.”

“So who’s the master and who’s the pet in this dynamic?” Sally asked, “because he does whatever he wants and not what you want him to.”

As Adam and Sally were watching Bandit play in the pond’s shallow water, two men came up behind them. “Your wallets and your phones,” one of them, brandishing a knife, said. Sally screamed and Adam called out, “Bandit!”

The large golden retriever bounded out of the water, barking loudly. The man with the knife dropped it, and the two horrified muggers ran off.

“Who’s a good boy?” Sally said, bending down to embrace Bandit when he came running back to them. “You’re a good boy. Oh yes you are.”

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Written for Roger Shipp’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner. Photo credit: MorgueFileJune2018 1418535473h5g6w. Sorry I went over the 200 word limit by seven words.

#writephoto — Big Splash

img_1277The four friends were hanging out by a small pond at their favorite, relatively isolated section of the park. “I’m bored,” announced Eddie. “What should we do to for some excitement?”

“I have an idea,” Tim said. “Let’s see which one of us can create the biggest splash.”

“I’m not jumping into that pond,” said Arnie. “No way.”

Tim laughed. “I don’t mean by us jumping in,” he explained. “I mean by throwing something into the water. Like a large rock or something.”

“I like that idea,” said Carl. “I’m going to go look for something heavy to toss into it because I’m going to win.”

Each of the boys ran off in different directions after agreeing to meet back at the pond in 15 minutes. Once they were all assembled back at the pond, each took a turn at throwing something into the water to generate the biggest splash.

Tim tossed in a large, gray cinder block, which produced a moderately sized splash before sinking out of site.

Eddie tossed an old tire into the water, but rather that generated a splash, it just plopped over, filled with water, and started to sink. “Well, that was a bust,” he said, laughing.

Struggling with a large, heavy rock, Arnie stepped up to the pond and gave the rock an alley oop toss into the pond. It generated a large splash. “I think we have a winner!” he exclaimed.

“Wait!” shouted Carl. “It’s my turn.” He ran behind a tree and rolled out a large, metal barrel and placed it by the edge of the pond. Then he used a crowbar to pry off the top of the barrel and a transparent, yellowish liquid poured out of the barrel and into the water, causing an enormous splash. Carl proudly announced that his splash was the largest and that he won.

“Ew, gross,” said Tim, covering his nose. “What’s that awful smell?”

The three boys, all holding their noses, looked over at Carl. “What was in that barrel?” Eddie asked.

“I don’t know,” said Carl. “I found it behind the factory and rolled it over here. The four boys went to the barrel and that’s when they noticed the markings on it.F4993A80-9F71-4192-BF20-EC298101277C“Damn, Carl,” said Eddie. “What the hell did you do?”

“I didn’t see it, dude,” Carl answered, “but I’m getting the hell outta here!”

Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Writing Prompt.

Twittering Tales — The Frog and the Fly

BFC38C99-0095-4F95-8892-18C6E77B0A03“Ribbit,” croaked the frog on the ledge of the pond.

“Excuse me?” asked a large fly.

“Ribbit,” repeated the frog.

“You’re just a big, ugly, dumb frog,” said the fly.

The frog’s tongue suddenly shot out from its mouth and caught the fly.

“Mmm, mmm good” croaked the frog as he ate it.

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Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Image credit: Couleur at