Momma’s eyes flashed fire. Fists on hips and feet planted apart, she hollered, “How many times must I tell you?”
Mark hung his head, his beard wet against his chest. One eye peeked at her as he clutched the carton shamefaced.
“Such a waste of milk dripping down your chin. Say something.”
“I was thirsty?”
“As is everyone else waiting for breakfast. Lucky you only visit once a year.”
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The word limit for Mark is 100 words. I give you 69.
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Sarah dug in her purse for the errant twenty-dollar bill wearing a nervous smile. “I know it’s in here. Give me a minute.” Perspiration soaked her underarms. The more she clawed, the less progress her useless hands offered.
“Hurry up, lady. What’s the holdup?” an angry voice grumbled behind her.
“Sorry,” she muttered and dumped the contents onto the counter to multiple groans.
“Honey, you left this on the front seat,” Brian called.
In a flash, Sarah scooped up her paraphernalia and ran towards him.
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The word limit for Flash is 100 words. I’ve used 85.
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“Do I know you?” Pete asked the blue-eyed looker at the subway stop.
Drumming fingers on her purse and tapping her foot on the tiled floor, the brunette shook her head and turned away.
Pete scratched his head. My memory’s not that bad yet. He made a step towards her. She whirled on him. “Look, you’re just not my type, buddy.”
“Sandy?” Pete’s eyes popped. “I never forget a voice. I thought you were dead.”
“Pete? Where did you hear that?”
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The word limit for Type is 100 words. I give you 81.
Hot Flashes
A precocious three-year-old climbed from chair to counter, agile as a monkey. Bertie looked over her shoulder grabbing the handle on the cupboard door. She gobbled the chocolate in the blue package, leaving no trace of the Ex-lax she’d stolen.
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This hot flash and the two following have been inspired by http://mommasmoneymatters.com.
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Jack stacked another row of yellow Legos on the roof of his castle. He touched his masterpiece with loving hands. Just a couple more, he thought.
His mother walked in. “Jack, is that your eight-year-old potty dance? Get in there, mister.”
The Hot Flash is Dance this time. Again the word limit is 50, but I used 41.
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The blonde roamed the aisles of the second-hand store as if lost.
“Can I help you, lady?” the cashier called.
Startled like a mouse in daylight, Toni squeaked, “Do you have a copy of Fifty Shades of Grey in stock yet?”
“Sorry.”
Inspired by M3, this Hot Flash is Stock. The word limit is 50. I used 42.
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