Flash Fiction – UK Style
I decided to attempt a Flash Fiction Challenge when I saw the inspiration pic on BrainRants’ blog. If you would like to give the challenge a try, start at Rochelle’s Purple Blog and join the fun.
Here’s the concept (shamelessly stolen from Rants’ Blog): A weekly picture is posted, and the writer is challenged to produce one-hundred (more or less) words of some sort of fiction with a complete plot (beginning, middle and end). I’m calling out my girl Megan to give this one a try. Now, on with the frivolities!
Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields
THE THIRD WISH
Bob Geldof caught a glimpse of his reflection in the glass and realized he was Gary Oldman. Or was he Ewan Mcgregor? No matter. His first two wishes; a London flat and cash to go with it were executed perfectly. He didn’t mind the Leprechaun taking license with the third. There were many handsome Brits to choose from as a model for his new body. He had been lonely long enough.
Girlish giggles preceded the knock on the door and he rushed to answer shouting, “Just a minute.” The sound of Annie Lennox’s voice leaving his throat stopped him cold.
Awesome twist here, H.E. Annie’s not my type, but I could live with it since her hairstyle is similar to mine… sometimes.
January 15, 2015 at 11:18 am
I’m thinking the Leprechaun would give you a Sinead.
January 15, 2015 at 11:21 am
Her hairstyle I could live with, yes. Attitude, no.
January 15, 2015 at 11:42 am
I agree. Pissin’ on the Pope gets old after a while.
January 15, 2015 at 11:52 am
Once again you caress my naughty bits… and then suddenly… without warning of any kind… crush them in a vice-like, talon clawed grip.
January 15, 2015 at 12:04 pm
Glad I could be of service. 🙂
January 15, 2015 at 1:48 pm
uh huh
January 15, 2015 at 1:54 pm
a very different take on the photo prompt. I enjoyed it though
January 15, 2015 at 1:58 pm
I am a strange one. 🙂
January 15, 2015 at 3:03 pm
Which is why we all love you. 😉
January 18, 2015 at 4:13 am
Leave it to you to write awesomeness!!
January 15, 2015 at 2:47 pm
Thanks! That makes me feel a lot better since I am presently typing this reply with a frozen pecan shoved up my left notstril. I chopped up red peppers and then touched my nose. I’m an idiot.
January 15, 2015 at 3:01 pm
Funny. I hope Annie Lennox isn’t reading your blog.
January 15, 2015 at 7:56 pm
She’s chillin’ over at PMAO’s blog, I’m sure. 😉
January 16, 2015 at 8:27 am
Oh, Annie. She really needs to come visit Naptimethoughts. Not that we don’t all adore Art and all…
January 18, 2015 at 10:54 am
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I trust that you weren’t so busy lighting candles for the Raiders that you couldn’t enjoy the result of tonight’s game.
February 1, 2015 at 11:30 pm
Oh man, it was touchy up until the end. Talk about a nail-biter! Not proud of the fighting in the endzone, but we New Englanders are a hot-headed bunch.
February 2, 2015 at 2:39 pm
It was so heartwarming to see that Pete Carroll must’ve read the playbook my Fairy-niners wrote about “How to call stupid plays at the goal line at the end of a big game.” Did you hear about the Pete Carroll/Starbucks “meme” (god I hate that word) where he’s asking a customer: “Do you want me to just hand that to you, or throw it to you for no apparent reason?”
February 2, 2015 at 6:28 pm