Today is #PBPitch day!
Barnyard’s Got Talent
Clarence is nervous. He’s entered the Big Barnyard Talent Show for the first time and now he will have to perform in front of the celebrity judges. What was he thinking? He’s the smallest rooster on the farm!
He can hear the cow quartet practicing.
The swallows, last years winners, are trying out a new aerial ballet.
Clarence will have to add something spectacular to his cock-a-doodle-doo routine if he’s going to win the grand prize.
Waiting for a Sign
Cheryl sits on her porch, waiting. She knows when she sees the first lightening bug, glowing as it rises from the grass, that summer has truly arrived.
Her paranoid neighbor says they won’t come anymore – climate change.
Cheryl isn’t a believer. She shivers in the cold August night – waiting.
This story is one of the stories of the day over at50-Word Stories
Father of the Bride
Ted was tired of waiting. He is a man of little patience.
All her life he waited, while she did her hair, looked for her other shoe, changed her dress – again.
“Oh, Dad,” she’d scold.
Now he waits to walk her down the aisle. He’s willing to wait forever.
Story of the week – Mar 12- 16 at fiftywordstories
Photo Prompt ©️ Ted Strutz
The Last Expedition of Mavis Richter
Day 1: Equipment arrived safely. Spent the day assembling telescope and yurt. Should have requested extra blankets. Nights are below zero now.
Day 2: New telescope is powerful – felt like I was floating among the stars last night. No unusual activity noted. Should have requested back-up generator. Old one is on the fritz.
Day 3: Strange lights in the sky after midnight. Generator died. Should have requested kindling. Tried to build a fire. Not much here will burn.
Day 4: Lights were back. Seemed to be a dozen. Should have requested rescue flare gun.
Day 5 : Help ……..
Written for Rochelle Wisoff’s Friday Fictioneers
Photo prompt ©️ Sandra Crook
The Consequences of Friendship
“Come to the country with me,” Connie said. “We’ll have fun.”
“Sure, I can use some fun.”
I slather sun screen on my face, arms, and legs before going out to the expansive lawn. The view is stunning, reflecting pools, exotic flowers whichever direction I gaze. I sigh, move on.
There is not much time for wool-gathering. The schedule here is very rigid, busy from breakfast until twilight.
As I climb up on the tractor/ mower I wave to my friend, weeding the flower beds.
I cup my hands around my mouth and shout, “I’m not having fun, you know!”
It’s time for the #50 Precious Words challenge at Vivian Kirkfield’s blog
Here’s my entry
Waiting for a Monarch
Martha is tired of waiting.
“Be patient,” her mother says.
She was patient while she watched the caterpillar grow, crawl under a big leaf, magically form a chrysalis.
Martha is tired of waiting.
This morning she peeks under the leaf. No more waiting!
A beautiful butterfly is waiting for her
The prompt and my story for Friday Fictioneers
Photo prompt ©️ J. Hardy Carroll
“Margaret, did you go to the gym today?”
Margaret rolls her eyes, crosses her fingers, and lies. “Yep!” She quickly ends the phone call before Ted asks any more questions.
Her trainer never gives her a break. He has developed an exercise plan guaranteed to help her shed the twenty-five extra pounds she put on during the holidays.
It’s only a tiny lie. Margaret did drop in at the boxing gym in the old section of town, not the gym where she usually works out. She did go inside. She didn’t work out. The gym is now a donut shop.