It’s a dreary, rainy Christmas Day.
Written for Shweta Suresh’s Saturday Six Word Story Prompt, where the word is “Christmas.”
#6WSP — Christmas
rainy
Friday Fictioneers — Queuing Up To Vote
“I can’t believe that it’s raining today, of all days,” Lucy said.
“Tell me about it,” Shirley said. “And it’s not just a rainy day, it’s a cold rainy day.”
“And look how long this damn line is,” Cindy lamented. “I’m definitely going to sign up to vote by mail for the next election. This is bullshit.”
”Zip it, Cindy,” Lucy said. “You only do this once every few years and it’s your civic duty. You ain’t the Wicked Witch of the West. You ain’t gonna melt.”
“She actually does resemble the Wicked Witch of the West,” Shirley quipped.
(100 words)
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo prompt: Na’ama Yehuda.
Friday Fictioneers —Desert Viewing
“I’m really bummed,” Traci said.
“Why’s that?” Jason asked.
“Tonight’s the Super Blood Wolf Moon eclipse,” Traci explained, “but it’s cloudy and rainy, so we won’t be able to see it.”
“We can call Nick,” Jason suggested. “He has this big, white teepee that he camps in, and maybe we can persuade him to drive us out to the desert in his van. We can cook dinner over an open fire, set up three folding chairs, get stoned, and witness the eclipse. Then we can all spend the night in his teepee.”
“Sounds like a plan. Call him,” Traci said.
(100 words)
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Renee Heath.
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