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.
How the Cookie Crumbles 
March 2, 2014 at 6:54 pm
I want to know what the hell is going on here. Great descriptions.
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March 3, 2014 at 10:54 am
Big brother probably took off to town cause he wasn’t as pie-eyed. Ha ha.
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March 2, 2014 at 7:16 pm
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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March 3, 2014 at 10:52 am
Many moons ago. Ha ha. One think I hate is being wet. 🙂
Funny, seems to me hangovers when camping didn’t seem to hang around. Maybe sleeping outside made the difference. 😉
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March 3, 2014 at 8:48 pm
I am with you on the first part – but ‘air’ strangely would make mine worse, I like to be covered up in a dark corner somewhere 🙂
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March 4, 2014 at 11:31 am
Not to worry. Those days are g.o.n.e. No more of that silliness, right? You don’t have to answer. 😀
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March 2, 2014 at 7:36 pm
You definitely had me with the title Tess. Well written piece.
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March 3, 2014 at 10:51 am
Thank YOU. Glad you like it. 🙂
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March 2, 2014 at 9:50 pm
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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March 3, 2014 at 10:49 am
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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March 3, 2014 at 1:50 am
Drunken brotherly love 🙂
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March 3, 2014 at 10:45 am
Bad brother. I bet he’s gone to town. 😀
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March 3, 2014 at 5:03 am
Oh I wouldn’t be happy. Not one bit.
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March 3, 2014 at 10:41 am
Ha ha. Me neither. Big brother’s up to no good and gone to boot.
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March 3, 2014 at 5:52 am
If he was with his brother and “drunk” and “tent” were in the plans….he had it coming. 😉
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March 3, 2014 at 10:40 am
I think there was a plan. Hee hee.
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March 3, 2014 at 6:19 am
Argh, nothing worse than waking up in a wet tent…well, the hang-over doesn’t help.
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March 3, 2014 at 10:39 am
The hangover is a given but not the wet tent. Ha ha.Actually, when I was much, much younger and we camped and drank like idiots, hangovers didn’t hang on. Something to do with all that fresh air sleep?
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March 3, 2014 at 6:43 am
Nothing worse than waking up in wet tent…been there, done that…never again… 😉
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March 3, 2014 at 10:35 am
That’s why I gave up camping. Ha ha.
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March 3, 2014 at 10:57 am
Very sensible 😉
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March 3, 2014 at 11:14 am
😀
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March 3, 2014 at 10:55 am
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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March 3, 2014 at 11:15 am
You make me smile because you sound the way I think. He’ll learn. Ha ha.
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March 3, 2014 at 12:01 pm
I need a girlfriend over here in CA like you. Let’s get coffee!
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March 3, 2014 at 5:13 pm
I’d love that. This is the best offer I’ve had all day, heck for at least a week. I’d love to have coffee with you. 🙂
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March 3, 2014 at 12:44 pm
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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March 3, 2014 at 5:12 pm
I gave up tents and camping l–o–n–g ago. 🙂
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March 3, 2014 at 5:24 pm
It does a number on your back and body that is for sure. I haven’t been tent camping for years. If I ever had to do it again I would bring along an air mattress. I refuse to sleep on the ground ever again!
You are such an inspiration Tess. I am even thinking about writing these short stories myself. The only problem I have is editing and punctuation.
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March 3, 2014 at 6:26 pm
Inspirational? Me? 😀 That’s what keeps my ticker going.
Do write the flashes. First you must begin…
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March 3, 2014 at 6:50 pm
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!
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Now lets cut the crap and may I just say….
You are a blessing.
LOL.
xoxo
di
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March 4, 2014 at 11:57 am
You’re a sweetie. Thank you for reading.
You were following a while back. WP or other technology seems to have a mind of their own at times.
I enjoy reading your posts when I can. 🙂
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March 3, 2014 at 6:52 pm
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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March 4, 2014 at 11:54 am
Ha ha. 😛
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March 3, 2014 at 7:35 pm
Ahh, brotherly love. 🙂
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March 4, 2014 at 11:52 am
Sisterly is similar. At a certain age, anyway. 🙂
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March 4, 2014 at 9:18 pm
So true! 🙂
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March 4, 2014 at 11:35 pm
😀
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March 4, 2014 at 8:53 am
Great writing again, Tess!
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March 4, 2014 at 11:17 am
You are most generous. Thank you. Glad when you enjoy reading.
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March 4, 2014 at 12:26 pm
🙂
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March 4, 2014 at 11:46 pm
😀
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March 4, 2014 at 1:47 pm
Whew. For a minute I though someone wet the bed.
Great flash fiction, as always, my friend.
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March 4, 2014 at 11:43 pm
I’m please you like this. Thank you.
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March 4, 2014 at 3:25 pm
tee…heee…thanks Tess! 🙂
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March 4, 2014 at 11:43 pm
😀 🙂
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March 5, 2014 at 7:04 am
Never trust brothers to do anything important! Are we certain it is only water he is soaked with?
Wonderful descriptions.
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March 5, 2014 at 3:37 pm
Geez, you’re ba-ad. I hope that’s all it was, although after drinking…sometimes…silly
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March 7, 2014 at 3:31 am
I can feel that cold water, yuk!
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March 7, 2014 at 11:27 am
Horrible being wet and cold. What a sobering situation. Ha ha.
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March 9, 2014 at 7:42 pm
Tents! Horrible unless they’re huge and someone else sets them up with a genuine bed inside! Good story though.
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March 9, 2014 at 8:01 pm
Guys don’t seems to know about the “good’ stuff. Too bad.
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March 23, 2014 at 2:07 pm
Reminds how much I hate camping… 🙂
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March 23, 2014 at 2:34 pm
Me tooooooo. 🙂
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