Friday Fictioneers – Three’s a Crowd

Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story, based on a photoprompt, with a beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz (the blue frog) on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!

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PHOTO PROMPT © Renee Heath

Three’s a crowd

I guess it’s easy when you know how. Jack, Joe and I didn’t. However, eventually the tepee was up, and only a little lopsided.

“Burgers, Abe? Jack?”

Joe was our cook that evening, and burgers was all he knew. Jack and I drank Bud and yarned, while Joe got smoke in his eyes and cussed when he burned his fingers on the barbecue.

Man, those burgers, with ketchup, onions, cheese and tomato, were awesome!

Afterwards, Joe and Jack held hands as the Milky Way brightened overhead. eBook on my lap, I nodded towards the tepee.

“If you guys want privacy…”

Friday Fictioneers – Times Change

Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story, based on a photoprompt, with a beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz (the blue frog) on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!

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PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

Times change

Gladys Carpenter, proprietor of “The Copper Kettle”, reserved the table under the tree for her best customers.

For twenty summers, every Friday afternoon from 3 o’clock, the vicar’s wife, the librarian, the doctor’s wife, the dentist’s mistress, and Chloe Butt occupied the table and sipped tea, nibbled cake.

Until one Friday at 2:30 two limousines pulled up, and six elegant passengers disembarked.

“We’ll have that table,” declared Lady Antonia, pointing at the tree.

Chloe Butt was furious. She never came back.

Shortly afterwards, Gladys sold the café.

Nowadays coach parties scoff burgers there, and gleeful children shriek under the tree.