I’d played along with Siobhan Muir’s #ThursThreads (https://www.siobhanmuir.com/thursthreads-challenge.html), before and won an honorable mention in 2016. I’d planned to play again well before now but hadn’t been able to until yesterday. I was tired and wanted to wake up my brain so I decided I’d write a little something.
The rules of the game are (courtesy of Siobhan Muir’s website):
· This is a Flash Fiction challenge, which means your story must be a minimum of 100 words, maximum of 250.
· The story must be new writing, not a snippet from something published elsewhere with the prompt added.
· Incorporate the prompt anywhere into your story (included in your word count).
· Post your story in the comments section of this post
· Include your word count (or be excluded from judging)
· Include your Twitter handle or email (so we know how to find you)
· The challenge is open 7 AM to 8 PM Mountain Time
· The winner will be announced on Friday, depending on how early the judge gets up.
The prompt was: “Nothing is what it says it is”
So, I had to write a story of 100-250 words with that prompt within the story. The reader judge was Patricia Oak. Thanks, Patricia for liking my story!
Here is my story below.
“You know, nothing is what it says it is.” Domenica commented as she held the box of Trojans.
Mindy couldn’t stop the grin spreading across her face as she watched Domenica frowning at the box of condoms. She swallowed and tried to keep her face as straight as possible knowing that the next question she asked would probably make Domenica say something that would have her laughing like a crazy woman in the middle of the grocery store.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Well, I once had this guy tell me to buy this exact box of condoms and…” Mindy waited as Domenica paused chewing on her bottom lip squinting at the box. After a few long moments, Mindy sighed.
“Dom…”
“It just goes to show that some think they’re choosing what’s the right size and well when you get there and you’re all excited. You get a big letdown. Because honestly it’s all in their…um…head.”
Mindy giggled.
“He said he was a Magnum.”
Domenica turned to look at Mindy with a smirk on her full lips and her green eyes twinkling.
“Girl, he was the size of a jalapeno and I say that with the utmost reverence.” For more effect Mindy watched Domenica wiggle her pinky. There was a gasp behind them and Mindy turned to see an older blue haired lady who looked scandalized say ‘Well I never!’
Domenica winked, “And she probably never will.”
Leave it to Domenica to make grocery shopping a day of fun.
I recommend that writers do this. It’s fun and makes you think on your feet. I also recommend that readers go check this out as there are some excellent stories from fantastic authors.
