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    “I’m sorry, Daddy.” (FFF)

    It’s been awhile since I FFF‘d. And I really wasn’t sure I’d be able to find inspiration for this photo…but, I just started writing, and this is where it took me. Head over to the Flash Fiction Friday site to join in the writing fun! “I’m sorry, Daddy.” “Will you spank me, Daddy…” Her slightly averted, pleading eyes, her bouncing pigtails, her pink-cheeked, smiling face..all of it framed by his naked, spread knees, made him smile. “Why, princess?” His right eye squinted as his lips curved up in a wicked curl. “Because it’s my birthday.” “It’s not your birthday, princess. Why are you lying?” “I’m not lying, Daddy.” “Oh, but…

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    A Much-Needed Vacation

    “What if I stripped down to nothing but my underwear and just stood in the middle of the aisle for everyone to see?” “It’s against FAA regulations, Katherine.” Jim said it absently, while fingering through a magazine he’d taken from the seat pocket in front of him. Her voice became high and strained, like a petulant child who wasn’t getting enough attention, “No it’s not…it’s against your regulations. You don’t even know what FAA means. You’re boring, Jim. Just plain boring!” “Whatever, Katherine.” Jim’s voice never rose. And his eyes never left the page. “Oh, good God, Jim…what do I have to do to get your fucking attention?!!” “Hmph…” Jim…

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    Let Freedom Ring (FFF)

    Ahhh…the 50s. The epitome of “America” at a time when things were just so damned…well…American. The fashion, the technology, the language, the “proper niceness”. A perfect facade for reality. Yesterday, I rewatched Revolutionary Road, and so today, for Flash Fiction Friday, the era of the 50s was fresh in my mind. Picture a perfectly groomed lawn, a perfectly straight fence, a perfectly laid quilt, and a perfectly dressed couple with perfect hair. The Jensens. Imagine them lying under the stars having a perfectly proper conversation…about the children, about the future, about the day and their wonderful BBQ party. Imagine they’ve thrown back a few too many perfect martinis. And imagine their conversation…

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    On the Green Line to Arlington Station

    Flash Fiction Friday Key Words:  Parting, Station Word Limit:  200 Forbidden Words:   Discreet, Forbidden, Tryst Extra Credit:  Name the train and the destination She could tell she’d had too much to drink, because she’d never be doing this otherwise–running her foot up the inside of a stranger’s leg on the train. He said nothing, but his smile was inviting. She shifted in her seat, subtly hiking her dress up just enough to “accidentally” expose herself when she uncrossed her legs. She was nervously pleased when he countered by leaning forward to “tighten his shoe laces,” taking the opportunity to gaze between her still parted legs. She thanked the gods…

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    An Open Window

    Key Words:  Late, Eager, Word Limit:  250 (there’s not much time)Forbidden Words:   Anticipation, Wet, Hurry!   It’s Flash Fiction Friday, folks! Let’s see where this one takes us. My writing process with prompts is really just to start writing and follow the lead of the words. I often am just as surprised by the outcome as anyone. An Open Window He slid out of bed and padded, naked, into the bathroom. She climbed out after him, pulling on a fresh pair of panties. She could hear the bathroom fan and the shower running, which was her cue for a little secret morning “self-love.” Shimmying eagerly onto the bed, she grabbed…

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    Two for the price of one! (FFF)

    Today, you get two very different interpretations of the FFF photo and prompt below.  Daddy actually wrote one!  It was late, but maybe the wine made him do it. I decided not to read it until I wrote my version (just to make sure his ideas didn’t influence mine). Anyhow, here you go…. Word Limit = 250 Required Phrase = “Before” or  “After” Forbidden Words = Abandoned, Empty, mp3 player, and rope Bonus Words = You can go up to 300 total if you tell us both how she got there and what happened after she was found. Paybacks are a Bitch Brigit Delaney Sharp intake of dirty, cold morning air.  Eyes spring open,…

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    The Phone Call (FFF)

    Flash Fiction Friday! Required phrase – “Answer it” Forbidden words – orgasm Word Length – 661 Ex. Credit – Tell us who’s calling The phone rang. Angie groaned in annoyance and nudged Mason, “You’d better answer it.  If I do, it could be the end of the world as you know it.” “Ignore it,” he said in a sleepy and unworried way, “She’ll give up soon enough.” But it kept ringing. Ten, eleven, twelve times. “I think you are the last person on the planet without an answering machine,” Angie mocked Mason’s old-fashioned ways whenever she had the chance. “Or a cell phone,” he added. “It’s easier to hide that…

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