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Flash Fiction Friday: Rory’s Story Cubes, Week 3


The shadows grew like monsters behind the little boy as Jeremy took his hand. They went deeper into the alley, ducking under the clothesline where the boy had been playing.

Jeremy wanted to ask, where’d you get that tattoo on your hand, but thought it better to ask, “What’s your name?

The boy looked at him oddly. “My mama has your cell phone.”

Great. The cell phone with my passwords and bank account apps, and my credit card info. “Where’d you get that tattoo on your hand?” Jeremy asked.

The boy shrugged. “Where’d you get yours?”

“I don’t have one.”

The boy looked at him oddly. This time, Jeremy gazed back at him. Just in time to walk into a spider web. He brushed it from his face quickly with a fling of his hand.

Like Alice falling down the rabbit hole! Nevertheless, he decided to try the conversation again. “How much further?”

“Not much.” The boy made it sound like Jeremy should know how much distance was left.

Sighing, Jeremy made one last attempt. “How old are you?”

The boy looked at him oddly. “Here we are.” He took a sudden left and brought Jeremy up some crumbly concrete steps into a brick house with blue trim standing on the corner of the alley and the main drag toward which they’d been headed.

They stood in a run-down, but clean, living room, with the only light coming from a naked bulb overhead. The TV, or was it a radio, spoke softly from the next room.

“Mom! We’re here! The man stirred.”

The radio came off, and out came a woman, drying her hands on an apron as she entered the room. It was the woman with the parachute. And the Box-L tattoo.

“But, Mom,” the boy continued, “he didn’t know how old I was.”

She cocked her head in mild confusion. “He’s six,” she informed him.

Jeremy opened his mouth to make introductions, and the woman did too, but they didn’t get a chance.

“Mom, the man didn’t even know my name.”

How could I? I’ve never seen you before!

The woman looked at Jeremy oddly. Runs in the family. He rolled his eyes.

“His name is Ari.”

“Short for Antares,” the boy piped up. “You know, the star? In the Scorpio constellation? The Breast of the Scorpion?”

Jeremy opened his mouth to politely compliment the name, but the boy wasn’t finished talking.

“Mom, he said he doesn’t have a tattoo!”

“What? He doesn’t?” The woman’s ears turned red, and she pursed her lips.

Jeremy recognized the dare in her eyes from the rooftop parachute jump and didn’t dare move. Ari ran into the other room and returned a few seconds later with a flashlight that burned blue with some sort of black light.

“Show me your palm,” Parachute Woman demanded. She held out her hand like a mother checking her child’s hand cleanliness before a meal.

I am a grown man! “What are …”

“I said, show me your palm.”

Tune in next week for more! And check out the Rory’s Story Cube app on your phone. What fun! You’re welcome to share your own results in my comments section.


Character Sketch

My dd saw a couple walking into McDonald’s talking like a commercial.
"When I turn 65, my insurance rates are going to go down by 35%."
"That’s really great! What insurance do you carry?"
"Allstate. They’re great. They cover all my needs!"

She says they were even talking in commercial voices.

It would be fun to have a character with that trait.


What could cause this?????

I was in line at a concession stand at a high school basketball game. There was a pair of teenage girls in line ahead of the family in front of me.

One looks at the other, "Oh man," she says, "I forgot what I wanted! What did I want again?"
The other thinks for a moment. "Nachos!" she declares.
"Oh, yeah! Thanks!"

I thought that was silly enough. Until two teenage girls got in line behind me a minute or so later. They apparently had no connection with the first pair.

As they get in line, one frowns. "What did I want again?"
The other says, "uhhhhh…Mellow Yellow?"
"That’s right. Thanks."

This could be…

1)  …the invasion of the what-I-want thieves. Thank goodness their friends had attended training classes to combat these thieves!
2) …a weird teenage malady.
3) …too much mind-changing caused Permaflux.

The more pertinent question is: How can I work this into my NaNoNovel?


NOVEL PROGRESS: I had to quit early to let dh work on the computer, but fell asleep within 15 minutes on the couch anyway. Musta needed some sleep! At any rate, I just got 25,001! Halfway, Baby!

Character sketch

I met a wonderfully interesting man today. He is a tv repairman in his 80s who sports a "World’s Best Grandfather" ballcap in patriotic red, white, and blue. His garage shop had two hand-lettered signs: "Cash only!" and "For service ring doorbell." Upon ringing, he opened the garage like the wizard of OZ, opening up a world of 60-inch televisions and a worse-for-the-wear computer on which pictures of grandkids were the wallpaper. His domain. There was a worn paper certificate commending him for his support of our troops in Iraq and Afghanistan hanging above the computer, mostly covered up with a family photo.

Being a shortie, I was hoping he could help me carry our tv into his garage shop.

Me: I’m not sure we’ll be able to carry the tv.
He: (cheerfully) Well, I can’t carry it. I have a back with rods in it!
Me: (to dd): Well, let’s get hefting, Girl.
He: Back the car up here to the door.

As I did, he pulled out this wooden dolly that dd immediately dubbed an "ambulance for tv’s." He pulled it up to our car door, and between him and dd, slid the tv onto the dolly and into the tv hospital/garage. He tested the tv. Yep. It didn’t turn on, just like I said. He painstakingly filled out a work order rather than hand it to me for completion. I handed him the $20 deposit in cash only, and he tucked it away in the pocket of his sleeveless down jacket.

Me: Will you call and let us know how how much it will be?
He: (cheerfully) Nope! I’m gonna fix it! You can’t buy a tv for what I’m going to charge, and even if you did the tvs they make these days are worthless.
Me: oooh kaaaay?
He: Look. It’ll be $116 for labor and a little for parts, so about $120, and you’ve already paid $20. It’ll come off the bottom, you see.
Me: Sounds good to me. (What’s not to like?)

I have no doubt that what he said will be true. The tv will be fixed. He was that kind of man, the kind of man that made you want to stand tall and do right so as not to disappoint him about the "younger generation."

I hope I don’t.


FLYte Plan Stars: 2 so far
Novel Progress: Have enough scenes. Came up with name for A.F (Albert Franklin–he goes by Alf…his favorite tv show). Still need names for Opposition, Name, and Blue-Eyes