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March 7, 2019

Noir’s Lament

By Kat Myrman
Photo by CEAyr

Noir’s Lament

I do not like this. Not one tiny bit.

“Oh, Bbbrrraaaadleeeee-poo-yeeeowwww”…honestly I don’t know what my mistress sees in you.

Today was the last straw. No one but me, the beautiful Noir, is allowed to rub up against my darling mistress the way you just did.

What was my crime, but love for my mistress? Love, and a gallant attempt to protect her from the smelly likes of you! How dare you toss me outside like a common alley cat. 

I am no alley cat, I’ll have you know. And you, Mr. Suave and Debonair, you are no gentleman!

~kat

96 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction Challenge inspired by the photo above by CEAyr.

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January 23, 2019

Kentucky Fried

By Kat Myrman

Haven’t done one of these in a while. Here is a 99-word historic fiction story inspired by the photo below by © Ted Strutz as part of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers flash fiction challenge.

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Kentucky Fried

A foul-mouthed, hot-tempered son of an Indiana farmer, Harland dropped out of school at age 12, leaving home a year later. He held many jobs: farmer, streetcar conductor, soldier, railroad fireman, lawyer, insurance salesman, steamboat operator, secretary, lighting manufacturer, amateur midwife, hotel owner and restaurateur.

But it was in retirement, that Harland found fame. On a social security income of only $105 a month, he hit the road, armed with his secret recipe, pressure fryer, and a fire extinguisher to sell franchises, sleeping in his car between appointments. He would tell you that his life was “finger lickin’ good.”

~kat

You probably recognize this spicy fellow as “The Colonel”, aka Colonel Harland David Sanders (September 9, 1890 – December 16, 1980) of KFC fame. His story just goes to show you, it’s never too late to make your mark in this world. Click HERE to learn a few interesting facts about this American icon.


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September 14, 2018

The Inheritance

By Kat Myrman

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

“I like it there. It fits in nicely with the decor, don’t you think?”

Charles laughed, “If you say so, dear! Every home should have a 12th century gothic relic.”

“Don’t laugh!” It is the only thing I have of value from my parents. It’s been in the family for centuries. I’m not selling it in the estate sale!”

“That’s probably a good thing Diane. I doubt it would bring much at auction with that “Made In China” stamp on the bottom.”

“What? Let me see! Oh my god!”

“Sorry Diane. You’re right though. It looks great on that wall.”

~kat

100 words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction Photo Prompt Challenge, inspired by the photo by © J Hardy Carroll above.

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September 5, 2018

Hush-A-Bye

By Kat Myrman

Photo by Gah Learner

Sarah knew that moments like this were precious. She didn’t mind the late nights, especially when the breeze was cool and the moon was full.

Holding her in her lap rocking was a peaceful time even on those nights when she was fussy and fretful. Sarah just kept rocking. Sometimes she would sing her favorite song to help her drift back to sleep. She slept more often these days. Her frail body eaten away by cancer.

Once upon a time ‘twas her mom who rocked her to sleep on nights like this.

“I love you mama. Close your eyes now.”

~kat

100 Words for Friday Fictioneers inspired by this photo by © Gah Learner.

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August 8, 2018

Sweet Tea and Wheat Fields

By Kat Myrman

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Photo Prompt by © Ronda Del Boccio

While Hanna loved living in the city, she never forgot her roots, growing up on a sprawling wheat farm in the country. Whenever she got homesick, she poured herself a tall glass of sweet tea, tucked the old quilt her grandmother gave her under her arm, and headed to her tiny porch twenty stories up. There she spread the quilt on the steel slab and sat cross-legged, watching the breeze toss the tall green stalks she had transplanted on the porch ledge. Some city folks pot bright flowers in their concrete spaces. Not Hanna. Her planters were tiny wheat fields.

~kat

100 Words for Friday Fictioneers inspired by this photo prompt by © Ronda Del Boccio.

 

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