Trifecta Writing Challenge #63: SIR WALTER

“Oh what a tangled path we weave.”

“My, aren’t you the dramatic one! But you’ve got the quote wrong, I don’t think it’s path.”

“What are you talking about, of course it is.  It’s by Shakespeare.”

“Not! I’m gonna look it up.”

“Go right ahead Miss Google-Pants.”

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“Web, Ethel. It’s ‘web’, not ‘path’. I think it was by Sir Walter Scott, not Shakespeare.”

“Think!  Don’t you give me ‘think’, Cheryl, you know damn well who it is, you just looked it up for Christ’s sake!”

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It seems Ethel’s Trifecta woes continue.  This week’s challenge was the third definition of Path..

3a : course, route
b : a way of life, conduct, or though

Here is what Cheryl found at Wikipedia…

Friday Fictioneers: BIG DAY

”Coffee, Tea or Me?”

Oh God, Renee’s in her stewardess mode again.  She should know by now I don’t like to play “Fly Me to the Moon”.

“Come on, let’s get you undressed Mr. Grumpy-face”.

Ooh… watch it with the arm, bitch.  Why can’t Jan do this?  I hate Renee’s baths, she gets the water too cold, and leaves me sitting too long.  

“Big day today, sweetheart.  Do you want to wear the blue shirt or the tan one.”

Why does she always ask me?  I don’t even remember what blue looks like.

“Okay then, the blue one.”


“Hello Grandpa!!!”

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Big thanks to Rich Voza for taking this week’s Photo Prompt for the Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Flash Fiction.
If you want to join in with your some of own writing, see Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Read my friends stories here…

Friday Fictioneers: THE PART’S THE THING

The familiar faces adorning the entrance to the Globe Theatre emerged from the fog, reminding Mr. James Teach how much in demand his services were. With his lithe frame and lyric voice he always got the part. Problem was, he was tired of playing maidens.

The Drury Lane manager had put in a good word to the playwright of a new work about a prince in Denmark. James was confident of landing the part of Laertes, he had been practicing sword-fighting for days now.

There was the familiar bald pate.

“Ah, Mr. Teach, how would you like to play Ophelia?”

Laertes and Ophelia by William Gorman Wills

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My 100 Word Flash Fiction based on the photo by sculptor and writer Claire Fuller of one of her works.  Thanks once again to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers.  To read all the stories inspired by Claire’s piece, go here…

Trifextra Wrighting Challenge #53: “DIALOGUE”

“Dialog?  What the hell kind of prompt is that?”
“For cryin’ out loud, Ethyl, it’s simple.  Write 33 words of a conversation.”
“But I want a picture, a definition.”
“You’re not getting one.”

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The Trifextra Writing Challenge…  “For the weekend prompt we’re asking for exactly 33 words of dialogue.”