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Flash Friday – Modest Earth Goddess

Rebekah Postupak hosts Flash Friday, 140-160 word stories based on the photo and a word prompt (Freedom, this week).  Read mine below, then > HERE < for the rest.  Enjoy!!!

Source: Earth goddess. Imaginary Worlds exhibit, Atlanta Botanical Garden. Photo by C. Joey Ivansco. Used by permission. (reuse permission assumed)

Modest Earth Goddess

By Scott L Vannatter – 159 Words

Herbert looked at the floral representation of the Earth goddess. She was beautiful, full, and, well, boring. The Eastern seaboard floral exhibit cabinet was coming tomorrow specifically to see this presentation and Herbert thought it needed something. His dirt-caked fingers lifted his hat and scratched his balding head. He smiled. He knew just what to do. They all said the Earth goddess was goddess of the Harvest, full-figured and sensual. He would show them that side of her.

Herbert took his shovel and decided that he would need to be careful to keep the roundness of both breasts if he was going to dig out the front of the display. Down about three feet should do it. He raised the tool in the air and his face hit the dirt. Something had flipped him in the back of the head! He looked at the female plant figure. He thought she had been smiling before. He decided to go home early.

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Namaste,

Scott

Friday Fictioneers – Arch(ed) Eyebrows – Humorous – PG13

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and uses the prompt below (this week) for its various 100 word (+/-) stories.  Read mine after the pic and then click > HERE < for the rest.   Enjoy!!!

Source: PHOTO PROMPT Copyright -Jennifer Pendergast

Arch(ed) Eyebrows

By Scott L Vannatter – 100 words

Morton Hammerall, in classic form, walked to the dais near the center of the arch and faced into the courtyard.

He began by giving his prepared speech. First, was the acceptance and the humility of that acceptance. Next, came the reasons for his being chosen in the first place.

Third, was his recognition of all those who had helped him reach this pinnacle of his spiritual and leadership existence.

He spoke loudly and strongly with great devotion and humbled thankfulness. He raised his arms for the applause.

It was then he fully realized that he was facing the wrong way.

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Namaste,

Scott L Vannatter

 

Flash Friday – Owing the Man Upstairs

Rebekah Postupak brings us Flash Friday, 140-160 word stories based on the pic prompt and an added item.  This week’s add is “an unpaid bill” and the pic is below.  Read mine and then click > HERE < for the rest.  Enjoy!!!

Letter boxes, Area 51. Public domain photo by MartinStr.

Owing the Man Upstairs

By Scott L Vannatter – 158 Words

Marcelle, postman extraordinaire, had volunteered for this route. He loved the long drive out into the middle of the desert before beginning the delivery of mail to people who, often, never dealt much with another person. Steve Medlin was one such individual. His mail box was so unique and so, well, different, that Marcelle always enjoyed reading all the wording and placing the letters in the various slots. This was the first time he had gotten to use the “alien” slot. There was no cable out here, no Internet, no phone lines for that matter. Little or no reception for miles made this location only a place for those who were hermits down deep. They might be open-spaced hermits, but hermits, nonetheless.

Apparently, Steve was a bit of a loon. Or, at least, Marcelle and others had thought so. Now, here was a post, labeled “overdue” and the address was, literally, “out of this world”. Who woulda thunk?

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Namaste,

Scott

Flash Friday – 5/16/2014 – Comeuppance

Rebekah Postupak hosts Flash Friday with it’s 150 (+/-25) word stories prompted by “comeuppance” and the pic below. Click > HERE < after reading mine.  Enjoy!!!

Emil Jannings in Berlin. Creative Commons photo Bundesarchiv, Bild 102-07770.

Comeuppance

By Scott L Vannatter – 151 words

They waved proudly and strongly to the crowd. Society loved them and they reveled in it.

Politics was swinging back their direction and they really felt they could help in spite of how they had grown up and some of the more distasteful things they had done. Perhaps, the world was forgetting and moving on at last.

He walked slowly up the back fire stairs to the top of the apartment building. The bag was heavy, dragging on him with each step. When he reached the top, he dropped the leather sack on the roof, took out the .308, adjusted the scope.

Taking position facing the pair, he sighted the man’s heart.   He could almost see it beating. 450 yards was quite a distance, but he could manage the shot with this light breeze, the sun at his back. He took aim; he had not forgotten; they would pay their dues.

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Namaste,

Scott

Flash Friday – Coming of Age

Time for Flash Friday, hosted by Rebekah Postupak.  This week’s photo (below) tied with the prompt “Coming of Age” should make for an interesting set of stories.  After reading mine below, please click > HERE < for the rest.  Enjoy!!!

source: Past and Present No 2, by Augustust Leopold Egg, 1858. Public domain photo. Reprint permission assumed.

Crisis of 1885

SVBookman 160 Words

Janet smoothed her daughter’s long hair and whispered “Shoosh, my little lady. All will be fine.” The young girl’s head and body was racked with emotion. Janet had not even been able to get her daughter to speak of what had happened. She knew it dealt with the Johnson boy, the rascal. The mother breathed short, shallow, and fast to keep from tensing and adding to her daughter’s troubles.

Finally, she spoke. She looked up at the older woman’s sweet face and said with all embarrassment and with hushed tones, “He, he wanted me to to…”

“Yes,” continued mother with some urgency.

“He wanted me to … kiss his his…” again the pause. Janet was dreaming up ways to kill the boy without anyone finding out.

“…Kiss his … hand! Oh, mother, how could he ask me to do that so soon?” The tears started freely again.

Janet tried to let the air out slowly. Oh, to be young again.

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Namaste,

Scott

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