Flash Fiction Friday #42

Okay, kiddies, it’s that time again. Now, just like last week, make sure your parents aren’t around. I’ll wait. Okay, coast clear? Great, now go get mommy’s purse. There you go. And the wallet, that’s right. Now you see all those green slips of paper? That’s Flash Fiction! Just send them to me…


The rules:

You will send in your suggestion for starter sentences anytime during the week up to 12:00 noon CST on Friday.

If your sentence is not chosen and you feel it is too wonderful not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.

You will write an anecdote, short story, or novel length prose poem beginning with the sentence below.

You will add comments to this post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your story.

You may join in at any time prior to the deadline.

You will display your story as a post on your own blog.

You will be done by Monday 12:00 Noon CST.

Those are all the rules, if you ask me about the rules or if something is or isn't allowed by the rules Peppy LePieu will fall in love with your leg.

Something a little funner this week. We’re going to have several starters and you get to pick one. It will be interesting to see who picks what by whom. Or whatever.

Here we go:

It all started with a ham sandwich.

How did my underwear wind up...

That can't be my mother...

He woke up, wondering where his...

(big props to Ubie)

Have fun.