How the Cookie Crumbles

Life and scribbles on the far side of SIXTY-FIVE

Flash in the Pan – X3 (Friday)



Princess Laya sits regal as a queen—not a hair out of place. Her eyes penetrate the dark, and then me. No face is as unyielding. Her tail thumps the floor with displeasure. She flicks her claws—once, twice—looks at them, and then at me.


My life is mine; my decisions mine alone. I was doing so well these past three days—I thought I had you trained!

Two-inch digits on my alarm clock flash 6:05 a.m. The red glimmer  radiates with ghoulish amusement. “Say what?” it glows, the numbers flashing condescension.

I groan and shift my bones to a sitting position. What’s happened to MY life?


Louder. Impatient.

“We had an understanding, remember? Alright, already.”



“What happened to waiting till my alarm goes off?”


“I thought you liked me . . . OK, ok, if only to shut you UP. . .”

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 Understanding was inspired by M3 Flash Fiction challenge. You MUST check it out and play!

The word limit for Understanding is 150 words; this post is a 149 words.

Flash in the Pan CALL

Sylvia paces the cold ceramic floor like a tightly wound robot. She takes a deep breath and laces the fingers of both hands together, grinding them against each other.  A moment later, her digits ache from the clench and mash.

“Ouch.” She pries them apart.

The clock ticks like a bomb primed to detonate.

She rubs her temples and closes her eyes. No-one has any manners anymore. What’s happened to schedules and promises?

“Bob will be there between noon and one o’clock.”

“Are you sure?” she’d asked when making the call. “I’ll be on my lunch hour and must rush back to work—today is crazy for me.”

“No problemo. Bob will phone before he leaves his last call.”

One-fifteen: Tick Tock.

One-twenty: Tock—Tock—Tock . . .

One-twenty-nine: the doorbell gongs.

Sylvia’s face is a study of firm detachment. The toilet has to be fixed.

“Please come in.”

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Call was inspired by M3 Flash Fiction challenge. You MUST check it out and play!

The word limit for CALL is 150 words; this post is a 150 words.


Flash in the Pan – DOOR

My life is the pits. I struggle to keep my weight down—always fighting.

Life is a bitch. At work, someone always brings in donuts for their birthday, for holidays, just-because-days, retirements, new babies and employee graduations to other positions—one nonsense after another.

At home I need to put chains on my fridge door—to save myself. As much as I ignore (rarely) the free office goodies; at home it’s a free-for-all.

I was NOT born with my head in the fridge; why is it geared to slouching in that direction now?

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Door was inspired by M3 Flash Fiction challenge. You MUST check it out and play!

The word limit for DOOR is 100 words; this post is a 94 words.


Author: Let's CUT the Crap!

I'm getting a little LONG in the tooth and have things to say about---ouch---AGEing. I believe it's certainly a state of mind but sometimes it's nice to hear that you're NORMAL. I enjoy reading by the truckload. I'm a grandma but I don't feel OLD although I'm not so young anymore. My plan is to stick it out as long as I can on this lovely planet and only will leave it kicking and screaming!

24 thoughts on “Flash in the Pan – X3 (Friday)

  1. These are all excellent, the first one wins for me!


  2. Short, and very sweet 😉
    Well written Tess 😉


  3. Yes, very good, Tess. The cat one is my favourite, I recognise that tail-thumping gesture.


    • Funny, my Lady Gaga is sweet the rest of the day but not in the morning–sometimes between five and six o’clock. It hurts my ears but if she starts close to 7:00 a.m., I MAKE her wait for my alarm to go off. I’m trying to train her. I wonder who’s going to win. Ha ha.


      • Tess, she’s letting you think you are training her. For every time you make her wait by 7am, she’s planning the perfect morning to start at 4.30…! 😉 She’ll let you think you’re winning too!


  4. Tess marvelous. I relate entirely to Understanding with two of my own underfoot and on chest. But, I loved all three so well done!


    • Thanks, Valentine. I usually have two so they can keep each other company. The way this one behaves mornings, I wouldn’t want another one added to the cacophony. The rest of the day, she’s lovely, though, and I’m head over heels for her.


  5. The cat wins for me too. As I read the other day: there’s no snooze button on a hungry cat!


  6. Oh, fabulous! What a wonderful job! Call hits home for me. I despise people who will be here between eight and Thursday. Ugh. Perfect perfect perfect!!


  7. Exactly the reason I don’t own a cat.


  8. Excellent, I can tell you’re having great fun with these short pieces!


  9. I think we can all sympathise with the tradie and the damn cat! Mine thinks it’s breakfast time at 6.30 and so does Captain Savage’s, I hear.


  10. Hi Tess,
    This is really good writing–boy did I relate to your piece on DOORS. I see now that you and your kitty have reached an understanding: she has you trained! I had a cat like that–a real sweetie, but also an early riser.


  11. A three in one treat, all excellent! Particularly the first one 🙂


  12. Gotta go for the frig. Great entries.


  13. I enjoyed your three-fer — all wonderful super shorts. I identify with the first, but lately even more with the third. As to the second, I often wonder how nine-to-fivers are supposed to get anything fixed when they need to be at work in order to pay for the fix. You really captured that frustration.