How the Cookie Crumbles

Life and scribbles on the far side of SIXTY-FIVE

Flash in the Pan – Ecstatic


MB900285297“Thanks a lot. I’d said no, hadn’t I?”

“You don’t understand, Sis.”

“What’s to understand, Ali?” Jennifer straightened, and blew frizzy hair out of her scarlet face. Fingering the softness of her cashmere sweater, mouth puckered, she threw it across the bed.

“I wore it once—for my Valentine’s…”

“I’m ecstatic for you.” Jennifer hissed. “I now pronounce you Ali and spaghetti stain.”

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The word limit for Ecstatic is 75 words. I used 63 words today. Check out for rules and contributions.

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!

20 thoughts on “Flash in the Pan – Ecstatic

  1. Hahahaha! I love this. 🙂 Great flash, Tess!


  2. Very interesting! A sisterly exchange, and very accurate in my realm of sisterhood.


  3. Excellent! what a selfish sister, very well portayed in those few words!


  4. I love the grumpiness of it!


  5. Yes – I can see this going down 😉
    Well done Tess!!


  6. I love this one! It made me smile and then laugh right out loud! Sisters, bah


  7. What can I say, I’m ecstatic! I’ve never had a sister, but that’s how I imagine it. Very nice.


  8. Haha, this is brilliant. I can’t tell you how many lambswool sweaters my sisterS ruined of mine. 🙂


  9. Very clever, and as always, very descriptive. Nice job!