50 Word Thursday — Best of Friends

830C467A-B6F9-4F75-8CA3-F496399F5AD8The four best friends from college made a pact after graduating that they would always vacation together at least once a year. They would agree on a venue and would meet there and spend a week enjoying each other’s company. They traveled in comfortable companionship, talking about their daily lives.

(50 words)


Written for 50 Word Thursday from Kristian at Tales From the Mind of Kristian. The idea is to take the photo provided plus a random phrase (in italics above) and write a piece in multiples of 50 words to a maximum of 250 words. Anything is acceptable — poetry, story, anecdote.

The phrase for this week was taken from Tears of the Giraffe by Alexander McCall Smith.

Return on Investment

B74D0A3D-933E-4CB4-9650-207B08D161CDAs David and Diane were checking into the fancy hotel, the bellhop approached them. “Sir,” he said to David, “I’ll take your baggage up to room 1614 for you.”

Diane looked up at David. “How did you afford such a ritzy hotel?” she asked. “It must cost a small fortune.”

“My greatest strength is finding great deals,” David said.

Diana snuggled up to David and said, “Well, I wouldn’t say that’s your greatest strength, babe. I hope you’ll demonstrate that for me later tonight.” She gave him a big hug and kiss and asked, “But seriously, how did you manage to get us into this place?”

“Okay, I guess I can tell you my secret,” David said. “I invested in one of those two-hour lunch things a few weeks ago. You have to sit through a lengthy sales pitch to buy into a time sharing vacation resort property.”

“Seriously?” a surprised Diana said. “Did you fall for that crap and buy into a time share?”

“Of course not,” David said. “But that two-hour investment of my time got me a free lunch and this bundle that includes two nights at this fancy hotel plus two breakfasts and two dinners at the hotel’s restaurant.”

“Sounds like you got a good return on your two-hour investment,” Diana said.

“Indeed,” David said. “Now take my arm and let’s head up to room 1614, where our baggage awaits us.”


Written for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (baggage), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (ritzy), Word of the Day Challenge (strength), and Your Daily Word Prompt (bundle).

Twittering Tales — Closure

189F0A67-6D68-41BF-AE37-D913BDB954A7.jpegThey were last here decades ago when they took their son and daughter for a family vacation. They were all so happy back then.

But then the school bus accident tragically took their twins from them.

Now it was finally time for them to visit again. It was time to get closure.

(275 characters)


Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt. Image credit: a mashup Kat made of two photos she found on Pixabay — by pasja1000 (senior couple) and by StockSnap (children).

Friday Fictioneers — Summer Dreams

C6845495-45F4-4A32-8F1B-8CD278C4DD56Erin had dreamed of being a marine biologist when she grew up. Each year, when her family went on vacation to the ocean, Erin would collect coral, sea shells, and driftwood. She’d bring them home with her and lay them out on her special table. She would hand print labels describing each piece, including the date and location where she collected them.

Erin knew that she wouldn’t achieve her dream. The cancer eventually consumed her when she was seventeen, but her special table was a reminder to family and friends of her light and the life that might have been.

(100 words)


Written for Friday Fictioneers from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Sandra Crook.

FFfAW — The Morning Mist

img_2396Early that fall morning, the family piled into the minivan to embark on a brief vacation. As they drove out into the countryside, Jeremy was looking out of the car’s window and was fascinated by the low hanging mist. He asked his father about it.

“This is common when the weather shifts from warm summer sunrises to crisp, cooler autumn mornings,” John said. “It’s often called evaporation fog.”

“What makes it happen?” his daughter asked.

“Well, Jessica,” John began, “the air over the land cools down at night. But once the sun starts to rise, a thin layer of air is warmed. The morning dew evaporates into this thin, warm, moist layer of air and mixes with the cooler air from the land and condensation occurs, which forms a layer of fog. It looks like steam rising above the land.”

Turning to his mother, who handles the kids’ homeschooling, Jeremy asked, “Is that right, Momma?”

“Kids,” Joanna said, “This is my vacation, too. We’ll study all about morning mists when we get back home.”

(175 words)


Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers from Priceless Joy. Photo credit: Jodi McKinney.