A baby will come

Visit Mr.Knowitall to post your own Friday Flash Fifty-Five Fiction!

Julie smiled and looked away, 'Isn't the sun glorious!' 

Mary said, 'Your baby's adorable' but thought, Slut...mine's died. Showing nothing she said, 'Is she sleeping through the night yet?' 

Torn from my belly in pieces.

Julie  said, 'Sadly no' and made her excuses to leave.

Waving, Mary watched the pram pushed away...that baby is mine.

---

Father moment

The sun had barely rose above the trees but already shorts and T-shirt felt you had mistakenly put on your winter furs.

 On the front lawn, James, still in pyjamas said, 'Dad, would you like American or British lemonade for 25 pence?' 

Alex, in neat underused track suit and as yet unsullied morning coffee said, 'What?'

'American is lemon and sugar with tap water but British is with sparkling water.'

 Still draining the coffee, Alex hesitated and said, 'Er...why the dif-

 'I remembered you said that, market, er…pigmentation increases your turnabout'

 'Ha, Ha, I can see I need to start planning the celebrations for your first million.'

 James just smiled, his plans went way beyond that type of small change.

---

Give thanks for each day shall end

140 character story – drop by to Grandma's Goulash to leave your own

A successful marriage is all about give and take

Visit Mr.Knowitall to post your own Friday Flash Fifty-Five Fiction!


Beer can in hand, Billy said, 'Mate, I think you're in bed with my wife.'

'No pal, it’s kosher, I'm just mending the bed slats and they needed testing.'

Katie gave a look: 'You're think I'd be that stupid.'

Billy, ignoring the discarded trousers, opened his beer and said, 'No.'

---

A Life Missed

Daisy was our first cat as a married couple. She arrived as a kitten, trembling and clinging to us for comfort.

As she grew, a Queen appeared, disdaining to notice dogs, rivals and us. But in darkness, she was our solitary guardian by our sleeping heads.

She left curled in pain, limbs poking stiffly giving us no chance to comfort or ease trembling for a last time.

---

Just because it happens, don't make it true

In the great Hall the tables were laid with roasts of the hunt, and wine from all lands in clay goblets. And the sons of  land and war feasted.

But to the horn's deep bellow a silence fall as gold and silver cups were paraded to the King and his wives. To cheers, they were raised in praise of gods in bronze that sat in judgement behind the throne.

Then the air rent and the fingers of a hand appeared and wrote on the plaster of the wall, near the lamps opposite the King. And then to the sound of faint strange words, it faded away in a burst of light.

'Stop you stupid boy.' Professor Skolling pressed a button and the portal image faded into popping blue dots. ‘So Mr Hooton, as you found this so droll perhaps you could encapsulate for the class its consequences.’

---

That's all folks

140 character story – drop by to Grandma's Goulash to leave your own