How the Cookie Crumbles

An irreverant view of life after SIXTY-FIVE

Hot Flash – Tent

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Sydney sniffed, then spluttered. The fogginess of sleep and last night’s hangover weighed heavy. “Bobby, you sleaze.” The voice woke him, but he was alone, his sleeping-bag soaked and ice-cold. His older brother had set-up his tent. And it leaked like a ruptured garden-hose.

“You’ll pay for this, you scum.”

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This is a continuation of the Winter Quarter of Flash in the Pan. Boys and Their Toys is the new theme. To join in and to read the rules, click: http://mommasmoneymatters.com/flash-fiction/

The word limit for Tent is 50 words. I used them all.

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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!

54 thoughts on “Hot Flash – Tent

  1. I want to know what the hell is going on here. Great descriptions.

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  2. hmm where was he now, like the ruptured garden hose and the hangover weighing heavy…oh haven’t we all been there 🙂

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  3. You definitely had me with the title Tess. Well written piece.

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  4. I will miss these little stories of yours while you are traipsing through China. Maybe you could write and schedule some ahead.

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    • You are a kind soul, Patricia.Thank you.
      I have never scheduled any posts before as I usually write these at the last minute even though I have a reminder on my calendar.
      I must finish this challenge before I go away. 🙂

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  5. Drunken brotherly love 🙂

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  6. Oh I wouldn’t be happy. Not one bit.

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  7. If he was with his brother and “drunk” and “tent” were in the plans….he had it coming. 😉

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  8. Argh, nothing worse than waking up in a wet tent…well, the hang-over doesn’t help.

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  9. Nothing worse than waking up in wet tent…been there, done that…never again… 😉

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  10. Wouldn’t that ruin your morning. That’s what he gets for not learning to do it himself. He’ll learn…

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  11. Makes you wonder where he was the night before!
    Once you have an R.V. you will never tent camp again. I like Dry and comfy.

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  12. How was I not following you? That was a blip! I know that was… oh WordPress what am I going to do with you? This inspired me too. I need to go back and recall a few of those camping trips… I love your blog so much! And you have become such a faithful reader of mine. I know that time is limited and I so appreciate yours!
    .
    Now lets cut the crap and may I just say….
    You are a blessing.
    LOL.
    xoxo
    di

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  13. Oh, I know… I see that half of me is signed up under my other blog. Too funny. I think that “keri” on my other blog is following ya! Now I totally feel like a split personality! Yikes!
    😉

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  14. Ahh, brotherly love. 🙂

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  15. Great writing again, Tess!

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  16. Whew. For a minute I though someone wet the bed.

    Great flash fiction, as always, my friend.

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  17. tee…heee…thanks Tess! 🙂

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  18. Never trust brothers to do anything important! Are we certain it is only water he is soaked with?

    Wonderful descriptions.

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  19. Tents! Horrible unless they’re huge and someone else sets them up with a genuine bed inside! Good story though.

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  20. Reminds how much I hate camping… 🙂

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