She: Stop it! We’ll get caught.
He: Oh, come on, Baby. We’re consenting adults. Why can’t we?
She: Because the kids are home. They’ll ask questions.
He: Who knew we’d have more trouble getting it on when we’re married than we did as teenagers?
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
1. I’m late with this post and have no good ideas for it and don’t feel like talking about my perpetually cluttered desk, so I’m going with the Off-the-top-of-my-head thing.
2. Why is it that my head is full of thought most of the time, but when I try to gab on to something specific it slips away like oily water?
3. Does that mean I’m dirty minded?
4. They say you reflect your environment.
5. Maybe, if I want to clear my head, I should clean the house.
6. That would involve moving all the clutter Mr. Al brings into the house.
7. Think he’d notice if the CD’s floating around without a home ended up in the trash?
8. Or his gargoyle collection?
9. Seems to me the clutter is not my fault.
10. Then again, I could probably get some of the papers off my desk.
11. Or at least deal with the pile of cat toys at my feet.
12. I remember when it was a pile of kids toys.
13. It always meant I wasn’t paying them enough attention.
ps, but it was talking with the kids last night that prevented me from doing my Thursday 13 post in the first place!