Darla 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.
Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl.
Seth 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.
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Ted Strutz.
She 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.
Written for the Friday Fictioneers
prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Dale Rogerson.