50 Word Fiction Fridays Vol. 26
Whoooo-hoo! Today marks sixth months of 50 Word Fictions! Was it good for you? Because it was great for me. Congratulations everyone who has been playing along. As an extra special Six Month Anniversary, today is actually 100 Word Fiction Friday!! That's right, today only you get double the pleasure, double the fun, double the words. Don't say I never gave you anything.
This week's theme is "repairs."
Fixer Upper
"I didn't mean to.." he said.
"Yeah, so you've said. You never mean to." she said.
"I don't know why you keep giving it to me."
"I don't have much choice, it's where it wants to go."
It was looking a little worse for wear, bumped and bruised. She examined it throughly, held up to the light, read the small print... sure enough, she was screwed. There was no warranty on her heart. She put on a brave face.
"Well, a little duct tape will fix that right up."
"I promise to be more careful."
Comments
Comments closed on older entries, whenever I get around to it, to avoid spam.Ok I am to much in love with your 100 word fiction to write my own right now but gimme time, the day is young!
Posted by: Christine | 30 septembre 2005 4h58
The dance was the tango. The air was sultry. We tried our best, but were ill equipped to perform this dance. It required grace, coordination, skill and most of all, PASSION! We sat on the floor after yet another tumble, breathing heavily from exhaustion and frustration. Soon, the outline of a goddess stood over me. Holding out her hand, she said, "Now, vee danze!" It was like well choreographed sex the way our bodies moved on the floor. It turned out I could dance just fine, I just needed to be re-paired with someone who could dance like I dance.
Posted by: Thomas | 30 septembre 2005 6h23
“What do you mean you’ll be here between 1 and 5 p.m.? How on earth can I plan my day like that?” she complained to the repair man on the phone. “Seriously, don’t you understand that I can’t wait all afternoon for you to get here?”
On the other end of the phone, he rolled his eyes. He had heard it a thousand times before. Everyone complained about the time schedule but nobody seemed to understand why there was such a flux in the times. They should understand since he was servicing the lonely housewives AND repairing their broken dishwashers.
Posted by: zanie | 30 septembre 2005 8h34
very nice! i never have much luck even getting 50 words out, so i don't think i have much hope of a full 100.
Posted by: arifa
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30 septembre 2005 11h38
The young couple wore big smiles while they walked around the house. Sure it had been on the market for fifteen months, but they could see the potential. The grandeur of this old house.
"Honey, I want this.", she said with giddiness.
"Yeah, it's perfect!"
"These repairs are NOTHING! Plus, we have been watching HGTV for years now."
"Yeah...easy"
The home inspector, over hearing the excited couple, begins to laugh as he scribbles his notes. The Realtor, ready to unload this rat infested piece of shit, silently kicks him.
"Yeah...this will be easy", repeats the young man confidently.
Posted by: DrinkJack
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30 septembre 2005 17h25
while in value village searching for the perfect halloween costume, he came across an old commodore 128 that was in need of some "TLC" repair. he paid $25.00 for it and $10.00 for the dot matrix printer.
she met him on a commodore forum group called Strongbadia 64 through her brother. she loves to tell this story to embarrass him, but she finds it more enduring than anything.
Posted by: tufk1d | 30 septembre 2005 22h43
I couldn't think of anything mainly because we were on the same track - I couldn't blatantly copy.
Thomas is so friggin' clever!
Posted by: Kay | 3 octobre 2005 9h29