Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner

283B76F2-947F-427E-86DE-0ABC47F4C9C5“Who’s stupid idea was it to invite an elephant to our house for dinner?” mouse one asked.

“It’s really cold and snowy outside,” mouse two piped up. “I felt bad for the big guy and I thought he might like to come over, warm up around our fire, and enjoy a nice hot meal.”

“Are you daft?” mouse three asked. “How did you think that big galoot could possibly fit into our little house?”

“I think our home is quite roomy,” mouse two responded defensively.

“It is, if you’re a mouse,” mouse four said. “But not if you’re an elephant!”

“And even if, by some miracle, that elephant could fit into our house,” mouse five said, “what would we feed him? A few pieces of cheese? I’m sure he’d find the taste of a dozen plump mice much more to his liking.”

“Oh crap,” mouse one said. “That stupid elephant is trying to push his way into our house.”

“Yes,” said mouse three, “And now that big galoot is using his trunk to push our home right out of the tree. And with that, the house went crashing to the ground.

“Next time,” mouse one said to mouse two, “just remember that size matters.”


I’m late, I’m late for a very important date. That date, according to February’s Speculative Fiction Prompt from Diana, at Myths of the Mirror, was February 21st. But, as I always sometimes say, better late than never. And, after all, it’s still February, right? Photo credit: Marianne Sopala@Pixabay.com.

100WW — Snow Tires

4374407b-e5ed-45cb-a707-95cad2401b31Marsha went to the kitchen sink and glanced out of the window. She was shocked to see that it was snowing. It never snowed in San Diego. Not even in the winter.

Marsha called her husband, who just came downstairs from their bedroom, over to the window. “Look, Douglas,” she said. “Snow.”

Douglas looked out of the window and turned to his wife. “You see, Marsha,” he said pointing at the window, “this just proves that the whole global warming thing is fake news, like Trump said. What we should be worried about is getting snow tires for the car.”

(100 words)


Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. Photo credit: Filip Gielda.

#writephoto — From the Gut

4F3B9FDE-E543-4EBA-92BD-8930EB83B992The first snow of the season. It wasn’t much, maybe a few inches, but it was enough to blanket the fields in snow and to cover the trails and paths.

“It’s early, John,” Maria said. “Is this a harbinger of a cold, wet, white winter?”

“It’s late November, dear,” John said. “So this first snow is actually a little late, in contrast to the past few years.”

“The weather seems to be changing,” Maria said. “Summers seem to be longer, dryer, and hotter. Fall is shorter, winters are colder and wetter, and spring has just about disappeared.”

“Oh come on, Maria,” John said. “Are you going to start going off on that climate change crap again?”

“But, John, are you unaware of the climate change assessment report that was prepared with input from 13 federal agencies involving around 300 scientists?” Maria said.

“Of course I’m aware of it,” John said. “But you know that Trump said that people like him, who have very high levels of intelligence, don’t believe it.”

“Why doesn’t he believe it, John? Where does he get his information?”

“He gets it from his gut,” John said. “He said that his gut tells him more than anybody else’s  brain can ever tell him. So he’s going with his gut.”

“But did you hear the nonsense he spewed when he said this?”

“You look at our air and our water, and it’s right now at a record clean. But when you look at China and you look at parts of Asia and when you look at South America, and when you look at many other places in this world, including Russia, including — just many other places — the air is incredibly dirty. And when you’re talking about an atmosphere, oceans are very small. And it blows over and it sails over. I mean, we take thousands of tons of garbage off our beaches all the time that comes over from Asia. It just flows right down the Pacific, it flows, and we say where does this come from. And it takes many people to start off with.”

“Does any of that word salad make sense to you, John?” Maria asked.

“Okay, maybe his gut was a little off when he said that,” John admitted. “Let’s just enjoy the first snow of the season, shall we?”

“I’m good with that, John,” Maria said, squeezing her husband’s hand.


Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. I also fit in these prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (contrast), Ragtag Daily Prompt (unaware), and Your Daily Word Prompt (information).

FFfAW — So Much For Global Warming

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“It freaking snowed last night,” Jonathan said as he looked out of the kitchen window.

“Get out!” Jeanine, exclaimed. “It never snows around here.” She came over to the window. “Will you look at that? That’s got to be a couple of inches, right?”

“See, Jeanine,” Jonathan said, “the President is right. This whole global warming thing. It’s just a big hoax. How can the the planet be getting hotter if it got cold enough to snow in LA last night?”

Jeanine looked at her husband. “I think you’re confusing weather and climate. Climate change is not just about warming temperatures. It alters weather patterns, which can result in extreme weather events. Heat waves and large storms will become more frequent and more intense. There will be more precipitation, storms, floods, and droughts due to climate change.”

“Woman,” Jonathan said. “You’ve been drinking too much of that liberal Kool Aid lately.”

“Well, Jonathan, maybe you should ask Trump why it snowed here last night. He undoubtably knows more than the climatologists.”

(171 words)


Written for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Photo credit: Yinglan.

Friday Fictioneers — If You Build It

img_0815The streets were deserted and the whipping winds were biting at their cheeks. Joe and Anita needed to find shelter and the only place open was the old gym.

As soon as they stepped into the warmth of the large room, they knew they had entered someplace strange. “Omigod,” Joe said, pointing to two large men. “That’s Muhammad Ali and Sugar Ray Robinson.”

“Who?” Anita asked.

“And there’s Joe Lewis, Jack Dempsey, Rocky Marciano, and George Foreman,” Joe said. “All the greats.”

“What is this place?” Anita asked.

Mike Tyson approached them. “If you build it, they will come,” he said.

(100 words)


Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.