FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - CHOOSE ME! - MY 100 WORDS BY LINDA PALUND

CHOOSE ME!

            “Choose me,” moaned the Blue Door.  “The world owes you a living.  You will be alone and depressed, but chemicals will keep you high.  You will exit life quickly, without leaving a trace.”

            “Choose me!”  Declared the White Door. “You will be safe in the hollow of conformity, replete with peace and tranquillity. You will prosper, with grandchildren and garden parties.  The earth will never move beneath you.”

            “Choose me!” Cried the Red Door.  “You will have a life of passion, adventure and adversity; breathtaking highs and awesome lows. You may wind up broke, but you will have truly lived.”

This Dabble in FLASH FICTION is from FRIDAY FICTIONEERS courtesy of:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/09/25/27-september-2013/#comments

·       and you can comment on mine below:

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - LATE AGAIN - MY 100 WORDS BY LINDA PALUND

LATE AGAIN

            Hank watched the Gramps shout from the shop’s door.

            “Marge, tell Amanda to hurry up!”

            Hank couldn’t hear anything, but his sensors registered unusual activity in the Gramps’ brain, “Haste only makes waste, Harvey. There’s no rushing our Amanda.”

            The Gramps leaned on his stick, mumbling. “I always said she’d be late for her own wedding.”

            Then he started weeping. “If only I hadn’t made her rush home from school that day, Amanda would still be alive.”

            “ Cut!” Hank yelled from the control booth. “Kill the module. Send the Gramps Android back to Tech.  Too much human memory left!”

This Dabble in FLASH FICTION is from FRIDAY FICTIONEERS courtesy of:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/09/18/20-september-2013/

·       and you can comment on mine below:

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - WRETCHED REFUSE - MY 100 WORDS BY LINDA PALUND

WRETCHED REFUSE

            “Are you sure we have enough cement in there?”

            “For cryin’ out loud, I’ve been doin’ this for years.”

            “Uncle Frank will be furious if his package winds up back at Red Hook.”

            “Would you quit being a baby and hand me that rope?”

            “Rope, too?”

            “Yeah, the duck tape gets water logged. Nylon rope lasts forever.  Help me hoist her overboard now.”

            “Sheesh, she’s heavy.”

            “That’s the point, knucklehead.”

            “Shouldn’t we say a prayer or something?”

            “I hope you’re kidding. Oh no, don’t start crying. You hated your Aunt Rosa!”

            “Yeah, but she made the best damn meatballs.”

   This Dabble in FLASH FICTION is from FRIDAY FICTIONEERS courtesy of:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/09/11/13-september-2013/

·       and you can comment on mine below:

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - ROCHELLE'S MUSEUM - MY 100 WORDS BY LINDA PALUND

ROCHELLE’S MUSEUM

            “We have a museum.” Declared Rochelle, as we clumped home in our playsuits.  We were allowed outside for one hour each day.

            She opened a heavy door in their storeroom. 

            “It’s beautiful!”

            I couldn’t tell her how sad it made me.

            Wolf Creek was 100 miles away, but when the tornado hit the Power Plant, it spun these radioactive toys all the way to Kansas City.

            Rochelle’s and my dad were ‘pessimists’.  They built lead-lined storm shelters beneath our homes on Stateline Road.

            Later, in Hazmat suits, they collected the memories of the dead children, sealing them behind leaded glass.

·       This Dabble in FLASH FICTION is from FRIDAY FICTIONEERS courtesy of:

·       ·      http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/09/04/6-september-2013/

·       and you can comment on mine below: