Fish And Chips Anyone?

The restaurant was packed and it had taken them nearly 45 minutes to get a table.  The waitress had taken their order and they were just waiting for their food to come out.  The three of them had just been to the local college football game and were discussing their team’s victory.  An employee approached them with a tray of food and began to hand it out.  “Who ordered the fish and chips platter?”

The three of them looked at each other and finally Ben said, “No body ordered fish and chips.  Could you have the wrong table?”

The employee got the rest of the food off of the tray and Jim was the only one without food.  The waitress said, “But you didn’t order fish and chips?”

“No, I didn’t order the damn fish.  I ordered chicken and mashed potatoes.  This restaurant never gets my order right. Get me my food.”

The employee blushed and started to apologize for the wrong food when Ben said, “Jim no need to get churlish with her.  She is not our waitress and mistakes are bound to happen when the place is this busy.

Jim shook his head and said, “I’m sorry miss.  I guess I am just hangry.”

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – churlish

Is It Just Me

I am like everyone else

I want love

I want to be needed

I want to matter in someone else’s life

But is the heartache and tears

Worth the struggle

Or am I just the abnormal one

Who finds more work than support

Sees more take than give

Feels more hurt than help

In every chance I’ve had at love

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – abnormal

Just One Question

The man sitting at the table looked nervous.  His lawyer leaned over and whispered something to him.  It seemed to put him at ease. He then approached the witness.  “Did you get a look at the man on the motorcycle?”

“No, he was already wearing a helmet by the time I saw him.”

“So, it could have been anyone on that motorcycle?”

“I suppose, but I always saw him…”

“No further questions your honor.”

The lawyer sat down and whispered to his client “So, much for their irrefutable evidence from the only witness. Good thing you always wear your helmet.”

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – irrefutable

Mumbles … Tenacity

This is a mumbles kind of a night.  I have been in a flare and I just don’t have much left in me tonight to write about tenacity.  My tenacity got up and walked out a long time ago.  No, I guess I can’t say that for the plain reason that I am writing this.  I will not give up on my writing, even if it is just a stream of consciousness blog, I have the determination to get at least a post a day done.  It is good for my mental health to write, help my concentration and keeps my hands moving so they don’t cramp up.

I started out with the intention to write about either of my grandmothers as they were both so like the energizer bunny when setting out on a task.  But I miss them both so much I kept getting off track.  I then tried a story about a man unhappy at his job after twenty years being tenacious in finding a job he loved to do.  But I got tripped up with memories of when I used to work.  So, my mumbles post was born.

As my evening meds are making me tired, I wind down and hope that you all have a healthy positive week.  (((HUGS)))

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – tenacity

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #29 – Take Me To Your Mountain

At one time he was her best friend.  For a short time, they almost became lovers.  But always they had a bond stronger than any family ties they could have had.  As she drove on the highway headed into the mountains he was heavily on her mind.  He had always promised to show her the mountain for the first time.  He said he wanted to see her face when she drank in the majestic vision.  I guess he was keeping his promise in a way.  The only problem was she was going to say goodbye to him at his funeral.

Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #29 (FFFC)

Matters of the Heart

Let’s keep it simple

No highfalutin words

No sugar coating

Just stripped down to the basics

Tell me the truth

A one-word answer

Yes or no

Do I still matter to you

 

I feel ignored

You barely touch me

You don’t show affections

Just a quick kiss hello and goodbye

Tell me straight out

A one-word answer

Yes or no

Do I still matter to you

 

You matter to me

But I will set you free

If you no longer

Want to be with me

 

Tell me the truth

A one-word answer

Yes or no

Do I still matter to you

Do I still matter at all

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – highfalutin

It’s Over

He laughed at her.  “You really think your snide little comment hurts?”  He cleared his throat and said, “You hurt me a lot more over the years with all your lies and infidelities than a little name calling can do.”

She spat back, “I wouldn’t have had to look for anyone else if you were half a man at least.”

“At least I have a conscious that works.”  He walked to the door.  “Now get out.”

“But I have no where to go!”

“Not my problem,” he said as her phone rang.  “Tell your boyfriend to pick you up.”

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – snide

Ribbit

The young lady sat in the chair with her eyes closed.  “Aren’t you going to look at it” the older woman asked?  She too was in a chair behind the counter at the tattoo shop.  “I’m afraid if I watch it will hurt.”  The woman chuckled a little, “it really doesn’t hurt.  And these are just such small tattoos you will be done so fast there is not much to watch.”

The lady slowly opened her eyes and gave out a little squeal, “It kind of tickles.”

“See I told you and look, he is already done with mine.”  She held out her arm for the lady to see.

“It is so cute,” the lady said.  And just as quick hers was done.  They had gotten matching frog tattoos on their arms, mother and daughter.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – tattoo

Fandango’s Friday Flashback – August 23rd

I know I am a day late,,, if you don’t tell anyone I won’t either.  This weeks flashback is to a poem I did on August 23, 2017.  Only two years ago, but before that my posting was very hit and miss here and there.  So sit back and enjoy this little poem first published here .

More Than A Song

The music blasts through the headphones

Like a symphony lifting me skyward

The harmony seems to ooze out into my brain

Changing my pulse into a bass line

My brain waves into a melody

And I can soar like a bird forever free

 

Break Time Stories

Tina and Ann were in the break-room alone.  They were kind of huddled up close across the table.  Tina whispered, “Did you hear the latest dirt about Karen in accounting?”

Ann got a shocked look on her face and said, “No, what has Miss Perfect done?  Will it knock her off her high horse?”

Tina began, “I heard the police came to her house…” she was interrupted by Dave walking into the break-room. “Ann, my break is over.  I will talk to you after work, ok?”

Ann, hungry for more gossip said, “Sure, see you at five o’clock out front.”

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – dirt