Details Matter, Santa – Sunday Photo Fiction – 12/24/17

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Red lights and buzzers blare all over Santa’s workshop as little elves scrambled to and fro, knowing the spot they were in. This was a Armageddon equivalent event. There was less than sixty minutes to lift off and the sled, THE SLED, was damaged and in need of repair.

Normally the top shelf elf crew could do anything, but there was a special piece they had never learned to master that was due for it’s 100 million flight miles upgrade. Buddy the elf had been the one charting the use, but since he had gone to the big city to find his dad the job fell to Curtis the Elf. But Curtis’ math skills weren’t the same as Buddy’s and a missed decimal meant this part was overdue.

An emergency call to the only guy capable found an answering machine response. With snow covering every road there was no telling where he might be helping someone else.

Santa wrung his hands as he considered his mess.

 

 

 

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I hope you will all permit a brief commercial, but I would like to get all the fiction lovers to join me in a Christmas themed 7 day flash fiction serial. I will post a theme and you will have 7 days of 1,000 words to build your story. It will start on December 12 (mainly because I will be out of the country the first ten days of December). If interested please let me know.

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My HAR-MON-KEE-UH! – Sunday Photo Fiction – 11/13/17

 

 

 

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Cornelius swayed as he blinked hard to focus on what he saw before him. His wife was always on him to get his eyes fixed. Lasik was the best thing going in her book. But Cornelius had other priorities for the disposable income nestled in his pocket, usually gambling and booze.

“It’s a HAR-MON-KEE-UH!” Cornelius said way too loud,

“A what?” his drinking buddy Allan asked.

“HAR-MON-KEE-UH! Watch I’ll play it!”

It was Allan’s turn to sway as he watched Cornelius crawl into the gutter of the street and try to blow on the drain openings.

Cornelius slapped the cold metal before groaning in disappointment. “It’s broken old buddy, just like the one I had that my dog Buster used as a chew toy!”

Sunday Photo Fiction – 11-13-17

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I hope you will all permit a brief commercial, but I would like to get all the fiction lovers to join me in a Christmas themed 7 day flash fiction serial. I will post a theme and you will have 7 days of 1,000 words to build your story. It will start on December 12 (mainly because I will be out of the country the first ten days of December). If interested please let me know.

No Time to Focus – Sunday Photo Fiction – 11/06/17

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“DO BE CAREFUL 007!” Q shouted from his position prone on the floor.

Any time James Bond frequented the lab the voucher requests for hazard pay always quickly followed. This time it was a remote control machine gun 007 triggered with his wolf whistle at the newest young female lab tech.

“Now, if you can pay attention please!” Q said brushing off the debris that still filtered through the air.

“So sorry Q!” I must alter my frequency, huh?”

“This,” Q said pointing at a camera before them, “is a ultra high density explosive!”

Bond stopped just before he was about to scoop up the device, his eyes slowly rolling to allow him to look at the head of quartermaster corps.

“How many 3-D printers were harmed in the production of this device?”

“Very astute, 007. It takes 21 compressions to trigger this device and we have production down to eighteen. Please, trust me, we are sure it is 21!”

“Right!” Bond nodded.

 

Sunday Photo Fiction – 11-06-2017

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I hope you will all permit a brief commercial, but I would like to get all the fiction lovers to join me in a Christmas themed 7 day flash fiction serial. I will post a theme and you will have 7 days of 1,000 words to build your story. It will start on December 12 (mainly because I will be out of the country the first ten days of December). If interested please let me know.

Heads Up Girls! – Sunday Photo Fiction – 10/29/17

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Photo copyright – J. Hardy Carroll

 

When Little Arnie got angry things tended to go wrong. This time it was over not getting his prescribed television time on Saturday morning. You see the teacher at Buncombe Elementary sent a note home Friday afternoon explaining Arnie’s misbehavior on the playground. Unfortunately this was not the first and surely wouldn’t be the last occurrence of such.

But Arnie had a reason. Actually he had three, also known as Macy, Stacy and Gracie, his three year old triplet sisters. They were well into their second annum of living out the “terrible twos”. At ten Arnie wanted nothing to do with his mom’s Little Darlings. They regularly messed with his things, so he decided it was time for payback.

It took a daredevil act to get the doll heads somewhere out of their reach, but Arnie was satisfied when his task was complete. Now he hid in a corner behind a wall of stuffed animals to watch their reaction.

 

Sunday Photo Fiction – 10-29-17

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The Band is With Me! – Sunday Photo Fiction – 10/22/17

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Julius sighed with satisfaction as he listened to the playback of his latest work. Well, he thought, more like our work. Even now he found it surreal to be part of a “we”. For years he’d spun around the circuit in his 1974 Peugeot. The car was a classic before his music. Oh the bars he’d played just to collect enough money to keep it running from stop to stop.

How could he have ever imagined what he enjoyed now, a bus capable of hauling the sixteen members of his entourage, including the band, back-up singers and crew?

“Hey Julius, how come you never opine about the good ol’ days?” his young drummer shouted over his own rhythmic rattling on a window.

Julius thought for a few moments, drawing a repeat query from the young man who stopped his noise-making, thinking his leader couldn’t hear.

“There was a moment or two,” Julius said with a small smile. “But I like now so much better.”

 

 

Sunday Photo Fiction – 10-22-17

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Ah, The Romantic Gesture – Sunday Photo Fiction – 10/15/17

 

 

 

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James knew this would be the kind of romantic gesture Ann would treasure in her heart forever. No amount of begging and pleading, threatening or scheming was enough to convince her mother she should stay in Ireland to be his bride. Her tears had shattered his heart and stoked his resolve.

Scaling the ship in the dark had been a treacherous adventure, especially with the choppy sea around the dock. But now he was safely hidden in the lifeboat, where he hoped he could remain hidden until the ship was too far to turn back for the home port.

Ann finished her impassioned plea with the words ever parents knows, but fears they will hear: “I am old enough to make my own mistakes, if that is what this really is!” With that she gripped the handles on her bags and pushed her way past the last few passengers waiting to board the ship.

As she walked down the gangway to exit the ship she wondered where she should go first to find James.

Sunday Photo Fiction – 10-15-17

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An Expensive Case of Mistaken Identity – Sunday Photo Fiction – 10/08/17

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It took too many years for Wilson to get over the tumultuous result of his last attempt to create the ultimate blockbuster. What he imagined as the film that would be forever loved and remembered instead was the biggest stain on his otherwise remarkable cinematic legacy.

A new young studio head wanted to be famous, so he was willing to role the dice with Wilson. An Egyptian mummy flick seemed the right vehicle.

“This has to be right!” Wilson declared as he set up the penultimate scene, where his hero smashes the Egyptian relic and frees his damsel that was trapped within. “We only have one of these and it would take too long to get another.

“Uh, sir?” Dobson interrupted for the eightieth time today.

“Not now Dobson, let’s do this!”

“But sir!” Dobson persisted.

“I said not now! And . . .ACTION!”

The scene progressed just the way Wilson had it in his mind, complete with a dramatic destruction of the Egyptian artifact. Wilson imagined the feeling of mounting the stage for his first directing Oscar.

“SIR!” Dobson shouted.

“Yes, Dobson, what is it?”

Dobson pointed at the invoice that came with the Egyptian piece. Instead of saying Hollywood Movie Props, Inc it said Egyptian Museum of Antiquity.

“OH NO, NOT AGAIN!” Wilson screamed.

 

 

Sunday Photo Fiction – 10-08-17

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What the Fox Did Say (A Willard Willis Expose’) – Sunday Photo Fiction – 10/01/17

 

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“Ladies and gentlemen thanks for joining me for this momentous chance for one of the most misunderstood creatures in nature to speak her mind,” Willard Willis began.

“Just stop right there,” Foxy said. “I didn’t agree to this so you could spout off for fifteen minutes about how you have done this or who you have interviewed. If they are tuned in they know all that. I want to speak dammit!”

“Of course,” Willard nodded.

“What Does the Fox Say? Really? We are one of the most majestic creatures roaming your forest taking care of our God given role and all you can manage is that stupid song? You mouth breathers are supposed to be in charge!

I don’t hear some stupid diddy about the grizzlies or the eagles. They even let a little gecko push insurance. What does the fox get? A stupid song, that’s what!”

“But what about the Car Fax guy?”

It’s a costume, worn by some left over Star Wars Ewok guy! I read for the role, but they said I didn’t “sound” like a fox. Trust me I have been sounding like a fox for a while now.”

“I sense a lot of anger!” Willard said. “Plus we are out of time!

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Puzzle Master – Sunday Photo Fiction – 09/24/17

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Anna had a complex, but beautiful mind. Unlike the true life story of the fellow with a beautiful mind she was a fully functioning member of society. Her exceptional gift was the ability to solve puzzles, any puzzles. Before she was five she was knocking out the local newspaper’s crossword. The editor of the Beacon Herald scoffed at the idea a kindergartner could solve his puzzles, but when he watched her live a special bond was forged.

After that he found more and more complex puzzles for Anna, but each time her mind adapted swiftly and overcame the challenge in short order. Then the editor heard about something that was an old practice in New England where the turning of leaves is such a celebrated event. His new challenge to Anna sent a surge of excitement through her somewhat bored noodle.

The new challenge was to take a collection of leaves and without laying them on top of each other to blot out as much of the neon red background as possible. Anna’s interest was finally piqued again!

 

Sunday Photo Fiction – 9-24-17

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