FFfPP — The Engagement Ring

1AD3AB03-9F8A-481A-8874-83550C5EC794

“I am riddled with guilt,” Dennis said. Amanda and Dennis were sitting at the white wrought iron table in the field of purple blossoms located behind the main house at her family’s farm. It was a beautiful summer day and Amanda was in a great frame of mine.

She looked up at Dennis. They had gotten engaged in February and the wedding was scheduled for late September. “What on earth do you have to feel guilty about, sweetheart?” she asked Dennis.

“I’m so sorry, babe,” Dennis said, tears welling up in his eyes. “I cheated on you and I can’t live with myself.”

“What! When? With whom?”

“With your cousin Carol,” Dennis confessed, “after your sister’s sweet sixteen party. Can you ever forgive me?”

Amanda jumped up, causing her chair to fall over. “Get out of my sight!” she screamed. “My cousin? Oh my God! Get out! I never want to see you again. GET OUT!” Amanda pulled the diamond engagement ring Dennis had given her and threw it as far as she could into the field.

After Dennis left, Amanda said, “Oh shit,” and ran in the direction she had tossed the ring hoping she could find it.


Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner from Roger Shipp. Photo credit: GaborfromHungary at Morguefile.com.

Wedding Day, Wedding Night

1E7AF551-4CCC-429D-B9A6-ECEF2A64855CAmanda watched her older sister, sitting in front of a mirror in her wedding gown admiring her reflection. “Do you like what you see?” Amanda asked.

Joyce, surprised by her kid sister, turned and gave Amanda’s dirty look. “Shouldn’t you be doing your homework or playing with your dolls or something instead of spying on me?”

“What? And miss watching you preen in front of that mirror?” Amanda said.

“You’re such a child, you just don’t understand,” Joyce said. “Tomorrow is my wedding day and I want to make sure I look my best, since it’s my day and all eyes will be focused on me.”

“Well, duh,” Amanda said. “That’s a safe assumption, since you’re the bride and it’s your wedding day.”

“Do you want to see something really sexy that I bought to wear on my honeymoon?” Joyce said. “Go to the closet and pull out the black and red garment that’s hanging there.”

Amanda walked over to the closet, threw open the curtain and and pulled out a skimpy teddy that Joyce asked for. “Ooh, that’s insidious,” she said.

“Insidious?” Joyce said. “Oh no, little sister, that is total seduction.”

“Well, if you really want all eyes to be focused on you tomorrow, Joyce,” Amanda said, “forget the wedding gown and wear your wedding night teddy.”

“Now that would be insidious,” Joyce said, laughing.


Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver prompt, where the tale is suppose to consider the notion of a wedding. Photo credit: Guilherme Stecanella@undplash.com. Also written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (homework), Ragtag Daily Prompt (preen), Word of the Day Challenge (safe), The Daily Spur (curtain), and Your Daily Word Prompt (insidious).

#TMAT120 — Going Commando

I was an usher at an out-of-town wedding and had to get fitted for a tuxedo. All of the men in the wedding party went to the tailor together. We were in a large fitting room when the tailor instructed us to remove our trousers.

Back then I was a hippie who went commando (i.e., I didn’t wear underpants). I dropped trou and there I was with four other guys in the fitting room and I was the only one fully “exposed.”

The tailor knelt down in front of me, my junk in front of his face at eye-level. Unfazed, he looked up at me with a blank expression, and politely asked, “Will you be wearing underpants at the wedding?”

(Exactly 120 words)


9B646C9D-1F1C-4DD6-A2BB-E2848E7E71C6This post was written for this months Tell Me a Tale in (Exactly) 120 Words (#TMAT120) prompt. The challenge is to write about “a funny event in your life.”

Note: this is a highly edited, cut down version of a much longer, 487 word post I wrote in July 2017. If you’re interested in reading the original, click HERE.

First Line Friday — Storm Clouds

B0F48CFF-AC10-481C-810A-C0F44DA1684B.jpegThe wedding loomed closer and all Tay could do was think of storm clouds. “This is a big mistake,” he said to his best man, Floyd.

“What are you talking about, Tay?” Floyd asked. “Are you getting cold feet?”

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” Tay said. “Who said love is better the second time around, anyway? What do they know?”

“Listen, Bud,” Floyd said. “You and Darlene were great together and then you fucked it up by having that affair with one of your students. You’re lucky that she’s even giving you a second chance.”

“We weren’t so great together,” Tay said. “Our relationship was very tumultuous at times. We fought like cats and dogs. Why do you think I felt the need to have an affair? I just needed to have some uncomplicated sex with no baggage.”

“But you’ve grown as a person since those days,” Floyd said, “and so has Darlene. You were both so young when you got married. But now you have a chance to put it all back together with the love of your life. You two were meant to be.”

“Yeah, you’re right Floyd,” Tay admitted. “It’s just going to be hard to break it to Samantha.”

“Who’s Samantha?” Floyd asked.

“Samantha,” Tay said. “was the student I had that affair with.”

“What does she have to do with it?” Floyd asked. “You’re not still seeing her, are you? That affair was years ago.”

“True,” Tay said, “but she and I had a kid together. I’m her baby daddy. I can’t abandon her and our son.”

“Storm clouds, indeed,” Floyd said, shaking his head in disbelief.


Written for today’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday prompt.