Posts tagged ‘humor’
Recycling Time
For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 18 September 2020
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| Photo Credit: Roger Bultot |
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“Billy, make sure to clean up your drawers. Curbside textile recycling is scheduled in our neighborhood this weekend.”
“OK, Mom.”
Billy started with his underwear collection. Most were suffering from waistband-fatigue. Some had holes that were getting bigger due to neglect and too much scratching while watching TV alone and undisturbed. Sometimes they’d make do when he was desperate, but it was definitely no boost to his self-esteem.
After tossing out the ones that couldn’t be salvaged anymore, Billy had determined he needed a dozen pair of new ones.
But would his mom go for it? That was the question.
Unfinished Business
For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 11 September 2020
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| Photo Credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields |
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While visiting the old neighborhood, Adrian decided to stop by the store where he used to work as a kid.
“May I help you?”
“Mrs. Robinson, it’s me.”
“Adrian, is that really you?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Oh my, how you have grown,” she exclaimed looking at him from head to foot.
“I just wanted to thank you for giving me a chance in life. I don’t think I’d ever make it in this country without your generosity.”
“You’re much welcome, Adrian. Now, we’ve got unfinished business to take care of.”
Mrs. Robinson then put the ‘Closed’ sign and locked the door.
Meeting Someone
For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 21 Auguest 2020
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| Photo Credit: J Hardy Carroll |
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Jonathan went to watch his little sister performed in a play and found himself seated next to a gorgeous girl.
He smiled at her when their eyes met. She smiled back.
“I’m Jonathan.”
“I’m Delores.”
“Quite an unusual name.”
“You’re telling me.”
“How about giving me your phone number? Maybe we can have coffee sometime.”
“Sure.”
On the subway home, Jonathan couldn’t take Delores out of his mind.
“The horoscope was right,” he thought. “I’d meet someone special today.”
Right after dinner, he gave her a call, eager to hear her voice again.
“Delores?“
“Sorry, you’ve reached the wrong number.“
Close, but No Cigar
For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 14 Auguest 2020
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| Photo Credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields |
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“Is that space available?” he asked the woman sitting alone on a bench along Hollywood Boulevard.
“Not anymore,” she smiled and motioned him to grab it.
He was a smooth talker and made her feel at ease right away.
The man said he worked as a set designer in the movies, but it was a lie. He was actually a crook.
He was about to move in for the kill when a boy came rushing towards them followed by a man in shorts.
“My family‘s here,” she said and stood up to join them. “It’s been nice talking to you.”
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