Whenever Tommy Brought Flowers….

Like I’ve said during my Friday posts: I’ve been busy at work planning for Summer Reading. What does that mean? It means I don’t have a lot of time to write–at least, not write chapters in my current stories that I think are up to the quality they should be. And yet it is story day on the schedule, so… quite a dilemma. But then I thought it might be fun to try my hand at some “flash fiction.” It would be a good writing exercise for me and still (hopefully) provide an enjoyable read. So I found a prompt and challenged myself to write that story in only 500 words or less.

Prompt: Describe a childhood playdate.

I used to get flowers from Tommy Ross when I was five years old. They were faux flowers with no scent and they always felt rough under my fingertips.

I’d used the flowers to play house: I would set the table with my mini dishes and tiny cups, placing plastic ears of corn and roast beef on the precious “china.” The flowers would always be the centerpiece–a beautiful dinner for me, and my stuffed elephant Peanut, and my favorite rag doll Pamela Ann.

If I could talk Tommy into it (and I usually could) I would make him be the daddy while I would play the mommy. He would roll his eyes and act like the game was the worst possible thing in the world, but it would never be long before he’d be scolding Pamela Ann for putting her elbows on the table and would be rocking Peanut like he was colicky baby.

But we would only play that game on the days that he would bring me fake flowers.

Tommy Ross lived next to a graveyard.

Copyright Sarah Davidson 2021

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