Yarns – A gathering of Flash Fiction. 1/14/13

Posted: January 15, 2013 in Fiction, Flash Fiction, short stories, Uncategorized, writing
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Join us on Monday’s to spin a yarn based on a picture prompt. Submissions welcome all week.  Submit a short story or poem, of five-hundred words or less. All genres welcome, but we do ask that you preface your post with a disclaimer if it contains graphic sex or extremely vulgar language to avoid offending anyone. If you desire critique and technical advice say so, if not, let us know in your introduction.

A new photo will be presented each Monday so you can spin a new yarn.

All rights to the photo remain with the photographer. Photo submissions are welcome.

To enter your story leave your URL  in the comments section. A link management tool will be added at a later time.

Now, on to the fun!

Copyright J. Kohler 2012

Copyright J. Kohler 2012

Proud of the beauty she created,  she dragged her reluctant mate from his recliner to share the joy. Leading him to the chairs she carefully placed around her new pond she beamed with anticipation, knowing that even her grumpy mate would find something good to say about this slice of heaven on earth.

The big reveal couldn’t have been better. Dappled sunlight danced over the water, highlighting the carefully placed plants and rocks. A lazy frog perched on a log, stalking an unwary spider nearing its doom. Opening a can of beer she thoughtfully carried with her, she placed it on the small stone table near her mates chair.

“Jesus Margaret, couldn’t you have put some cushions on these damn chairs?” he grumbled, shifting  his bottom, “You know I need a cushion for my back. Where’s the cushion?”

“Sorry, I’m not done yet, I’ll make sure your chair is comfortable, I promise,” she said, biting her bottom lip. “I did make sure you had a table for your beer Jim, I try to make you happy.”

“Make me happy? I’m not sure you will EVER be capable of that,” he laughed, tipping most of the beer down his throat.

“Look at the frog Jim, see it there? He is the first one, but I’m sure that the pond will be full of frogs and turtles soon. Won’t that be nice?”

“Nice? Girl, nice is when you stop spending time, and MY money on these stupid ideas of yours. NICE would be if you were smart enough to bring more than one beer. Smart would be…well, anything but you!” He laughed, pulling out his tablet to check the race. A scowl clouded his face as he held the tablet over his head to find a signal.

Shrinking into her chair, she waited for the tirade.

“Jesus H Christ Margaret! Leave it to you to put this hole so far from the house I can’t even connect to the goddamn router! I’ll never know why I married someone too dumb to live. Why do I keep you around? If you ever did anything right I would be the most shocked person on earth! You can sit here and play with your frogs, numb your ass on those hard chairs or drown yourself for all I care, I’m going in to watch the race!”

Watching as he crushed the empty can in his meaty hands she smiled, then bent for her shovel.  Moments later, she sat, fascinated at the sight of his lifeless hand floating among the plants.

“Well, it looks like I have another hole to dig,” she grinned.

  1. I remember your post about the pond you were building in your yard. This is a nice twist to your story, Love the darkness to it.

  2. Joe Owens says:

    I hope this isn’t an admission. I mean you obviously are using the pciture of your actual pond, right. You certainly led us to believe this was a sweet tale inbvolving a loving couple who supported each other’s dreams, not one where the wife would deliver her husband to eternal slumber. Nice post.

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