SoCS — Two Tickets To Paradise

5DD5CFB4-0AD3-4DE9-81D5-98E801347FC5Belle ran into the house and into her housemate’s room and squealed, “I got them!”

“Calm down, Belle,” Marie said. “What did you get?”

“I got two tickets to the Abominable Biggy Foote concert for me and Lenny,” Belle crowed.

“Two tickets for what?”

“It’s not for what, silly, it’s for who,” Belle laughed. “The Abominable Biggy Foote is one of Lenny’s favorite hip hop artists.”

“Oh,” said Marie, “I’ve never heard of him, but I’m not into rap music.”

“The Abominable Biggy Foote is not a he,” Belle explained. “It’s a they. There are eight members in the group.”

“I see,” Marie said, in a tone that demonstrated her total lack of interest.

“You really should give rap a try,” Belle said. “I know that, for some, rap has a bad rap, but if you give it a chance, it’s really good.”


“I got a small box to put the tickets into,” Belle said, holding the box up for Marie to see. “Do you have any Scotch tape? I need to wrap it up and give it to Lenny as a surprise when we go out to dinner tonight.”

“Sure,” Marie said, pulling a tape dispenser out of her desk drawer. “Do you need help wrapping your rap concert tickets?”

“No, I’m good,” Belle said. “I can wrap the box myself.”

Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, where we are supposed to use the words “rap/wrap” in our post. And in honor of the late Eddie Money, let me wrap up this post with this video.

100WW — The Concert

39B5B334-54D7-47CE-8C75-5FBD8BA7B7F3Darla ran up to her father and threw her arms around his neck. “Thank you, thank you!” she yelled, barely able to contain her excitement.

“My pleasure, sweetie,” Bill said. “I know you wanted to see this band perform live, so I got tickets for you and your mother, who will go with you to the arena tonight.”

A few hours later, Bill’s son got an alert on his iPhone. He read it, ran into the den, and handed it to his father. “Oh my God!” Bill screamed when he read about the mass shooting currently underway at the arena.

(100 words)

Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl.

Friday Fictioneers — The Box Office

033FBBB1-E79D-4D2A-B225-1BAA35DCE023Seth walked into the ornate, Art Deco lobby and headed to the counter. The man behind the counter looked at Seth. “May I help you?”

“Yes, I just got into town and I’d like to see a live show tonight. Are there any tickets available?”

“I don’t sell tickets to live shows,” the man said.

“What about for movies?” Seth asked.

“Not for movies, either.”

“Well what do you sell tickets for?”

“I don’t sell tickets for anything.”

“But the marquee outside says ‘Box Office,’ so if you don’t sell tickets, what do you sell?”

“Boxes, duh,” the man said.

(100 words)

Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Ted Strutz.

Friday Fictioneers — Not Happy Campers

09322835-CA04-4882-A9B6-7DA0CA037DDDShe begged me to take her on the Ferris wheel. I told her that I thought she was still too young to go on such a big ride. But she threw a hissy fit when I told her no. So of course, I gave in.

I bought two tickets and we stood in this long line to get on the ride. We finally took our seat on the big wheel and it started to move. When we reached the tippy top, she told me she had to pee and couldn’t hold it. The people below us were not happy campers.

(100 words)

Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Dale Rogerson.