Tale Weaver – #299 – Over The Top – October 29th

Brad’s Rope Course

Brad was so proud of himself. He had worked for the past two weekends, up and down ladders, installing posts and brackets, to make a new ropes course in the backyard. The great thing about it, he had thought, was that with people being on the ropes course, squirrels would stay out of the yard and away from Marj’s bird feeders. He led Marj out to see the new course; he had a wide grin on his face. Brad looked over at Marj and his smile disappeared. Maybe she didn’t like the ropes course at all?

Brad, What is with all the ropes in the backyard?

Well, you know how you said you wanted to feed the birds? I saw the other morning that there were squirrels hanging onto all of the feeders and there was barely any food left.

And so you thought you would give them a better walkway to the feeders?

Haha, Marj no! I figured if I set up a ropes course the squirrels would see that it is an area for humans, not for birds, and they wouldn’t bother.

Brad, don’t you think they can tell when there are no humans on the ropes course?

Well, yeah I guess so.

So, don’t you think they would use your ropes course as an easy way to get to my birdfeeders when no “humans” are out there?

Well, then maybe it wasn’t the best plan but it is an awesome ropes course!

©2020 CBialczak Flash Fiction

For MMLM Tale Weaver: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/10/29/tale-weaver-299-over-the-top-october-29th/

100 Word Wednesday

for: https://bikurgurl.com/2020/10/28/100-word-wednesday-172/

Image of picnic tables on a mulch bed at the Woodland Park Zoo in Seattle, Washington just before Halloween 2020 - with two pumpkins soocially distanced, image by Bikurgurl, October 2020

Michael’s Pumpkin

Okay guys hurry up! Time to go! 

Mom… 

Not now Michael, we have to go. It is almost four o’clock and I have to make dinner. 

But mom… 

Michael, please. Just get in the car. Your sister is already strapped in, I am just waiting for you. 

Mom! 

Michael, I am not arguing with you right now. Just get in the car! Why does there always have to be an argument when we leave the park. You know, next time I will just bring your sister and get Aunt Martha to come stay with you. 

But mom! 

What? 

My pumpkin…. 

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: 2020: WEEK #46

For Roger Shipp: https://flashfictionforthepracticalpractitioner.wordpress.com/2020/10/27/flash-fiction-for-the-purposeful-practitioner-2020-week-46/

Present for Grandma

Mommy, I made Grandma a necklace. 

You did! Wow, she is going to love it I’m sure. We can put it in an envelope and mail it to her. 

But I want to go give it to her! 

Well, right now because of the virus no one can visit the people who live at Grandma’s living center. 

But it won’t be the same if she just opens an envelope and gets this! It deserves a box at least! 

©2020 CBialczak Flash Fiction

Photo Challenge #338

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https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/10/27/photo-challenge-338/

Mom, are Mr. and Mrs. Finkle fighting again?

I don’t know? Why do you ask?

Well, Mrs. Finkle must have gotten locked out of the house and now she’s trying to get back in.

What do you mean she is trying to get back in? She has a key I’m sure.

I don’t know but Mr. Finkle is just watching her struggle.

He’s what?

Mom, you gotta come see this! I think Mrs. Finkle might be stuck!

Stuck where?

Just come here!

©2020 CBialczak Flash Fiction

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #89

The image below is from Renate Vanaga at Unsplash.

“Yeah, Marcy, it’s me. I’m parked outside the coffee shop. They are so far up each others’ asses that he doesn’t even notice me parked across the street. What a cheating asshole!…..I know I’m only here for another minute, I want to get a picture. There is no way he is telling me I’m the crazy one……Yeah, well when I have this photo in my hand and his suitcase he can call his new girlfriend for a place to stay!…..Ew, you should see her! The wrinkles! She has to be about ten years older than him, either that or just aged really poorly!….Haha! Right?!?!?!…..Okay, let me get a picture and get out of here before he sees me. Dumb ass. Even I can see my car in the friggin’ reflection! What a scumbag. Well, he’ll have a surprise waiting for him on the front lawn!….Yup, all his shit!…Okay Marcy, I’ll call you later, bye.”

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Pepper Day Contribution!

Flash Fiction Challenge

October 22, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a spooky tale told around a campfire. It doesn’t have to include the campfire; it can be the tale. Go where the prompt leads!

Respond by October 26, 2020. Use the comment section below to share, read, and be social. You may leave a link, pingback, or story in the comments. If you want to be published in the weekly collection, please use the form.  Rules & Guidelines.

For: https://carrotranch.com/2020/10/22/october-22-flash-fiction-challenge-2/

The Popping Cinders!

We sat close to the flames. With each pop a cinder would be released; we would hold our breath to see where it landed. My grandpa had told me that when a cinder pops and lands on the skin, it is landing on the skin of a vampire. No one believed me. With each pop we jumped a little, hoping the cinder didn’t land on our own leg.  
Pop! 
The bright, burning cinder popped up into the air, made an arc and started coming straight back down, ready to land on….  
All I could do was hold my breath… 
(99 words)

©2020 CBialczak Flash Fiction

MLMM Photo Challenge — Refined and Sophisticated

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/10/20/photo-challenge-337/

Mommy, why is that man holding that lady’s bum like that? 

Veva, don’t look at that. That man has no class and that woman is just a jezebel! 

Her name is Jezebel? So, you know her? 

No, I don’t know her. It’s that she is not very proper for a lady. 

Should she be holding his bum instead? 

©2020 CBialczak

MLMM Wordle 211

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Our words this week

Affluent
Humming Bird
Dose
Swirl
Mighty
Iridescent
Indigenous
Inspiration
Petals
Spirited
Pull
Lift

Written for MLMM: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/10/19/wordle-211-2/

Young Love

Veva knew the dance would be postponed but she still wanted to buy a pretty dress. She went to the special dress shop at the mall and fell in love with the gown in the window. It was iridescent and had flower petals swirled around the bodice. Her mood suddenly lifted; she felt spirited and had more inspiration to pull her grades up so she could go to the dance without worrying.  

Dreading the thought about the work she needed to complete for class, she turned her focus to the boy who wanted to accompany her to the dance. He came from an affluent family. His father’s family was indigenous to the area, giving her a dose of history when she spent time with them.  

On the other hand, his mother was native American and came from the west coast. When she was growing up the mighty hummingbird signified virtue and peace.  

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Hardihood: Ragtag Daily Prompt

For: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/10/19/rdp-monday-hardihood/

boldness; daring

A Little Hero

Once upon a time there was a little man named Pipsqueak, that lived in a little house in a little neighborhood. He loved his little dog and his little house and made sure he always had little flowers planted and a little bit of green grass growing. One day Tony, one of the big men in town, had a big problem at his big house. He wanted to find a big friend, but most were in their own big homes.  

Ironically, Tony was looking down the street and saw Pipsqueak. Tony waved a big hand. Pipsqueak waved his little hand. In a big voice Tony said, “Pipsqueak, I have a big problem!” Pipsqueak nodded his little head to show he understood. “Don’t worry, Tony, I can help you a little.” Pipsqueak followed Tony back to his big home.  

Sometime later, Pipsqueak shook Tony’s big hand. “Thanks for that little bit of help,” said Tony. 

“It wasn’t a big deal,” Pipsqueak said, with a little laugh. 

“Pipsqueak you are the littlest man with the biggest amount of hardihood that I have ever met. 

©2020 CBialczak Fiction