One Liner Wednesday #1LinerWeds

“It snowed, I walked, and slipped – Inevitable, isn’t it?”

Ritu 2021

Don’t worry, Peeps. I am fine! Had to walk into school for a couple of days, due to ice and unsafe roads. Yesterday, I walked along, happy as Larry, and stepped on an old plasaatic advertising board that had fallen on the ground, and got covered in snow, so it wasn’t visible.

I felt the ground slip from beneath me. (Well, actually, it was the board, but you know what I mean!) Couldn’t do anything to stop it, and landed flat on my newly padded arse! Thank goodness for that extra Lockdown Layer that I have cultivated, while we have been too busy eating too much! A padded bum definitely cushioned my slip!

For Linda’s #1LinerWeds Challenge

May 23: Flash Fiction Challenge – Ice

Charli’s 99-word Carrot Ranch fiction prompt:

May 23, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story without ice. It can be a world without ice or a summer camp that runs out of cubes for lemonade. What does the lack mean to the story? Go where the prompt leads!

On The Rocks… Or Not?

“Hey, Sam, get me a scotch. On the rocks. Actually, make it a double.” James loosened his tie.
Some day it had been.
Markets were rocky with this whole Brexit fiasco, and then that Theresa May announced her departure from being the Prime Minister… Things went haywire.
What with client calls, deals falling through, share prices dropping, he deserved a stiff drink, diluted only by that melting ice…
“Sorry, Boss, we’ve run out of ice. The machine’s on the blink. Typical on a hot day like this.”
James sighed. Guess it was a day that warranted a neat shot.

February 15 – Flash Fiction – Ice

Charli’s prompt this week:

February 15, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story on ice. It can be an event on ice, a game on ice or a drink on ice. Go where the prompt leads you…

As she poured the scotch, Paula could hear the cracks as the warmth of the liquid began the melting of the ice cubes in the tumbler.
If only she could be like that drink, and her presence the liquid that slowly caused the ice around his heart to melt…
She didn’t know why he was so cold towards her, they’d barely spoken twice, since he started coming to the bar where she worked, but she was determined.
He was a good looking guy, and by all appearances, well off too.
And she was a girl who needed looking after…

My interactive peeps!

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