Sunday Photo Fiction: Still Waitin’


You know what, Hal, are you sure you got the time right?  It’s been, like, forever since we’ve been sittin’ here waitin’ for your gal to show.  Now I know gals can be like that – take their ol’ sweet time primpin’ themselves up all pretty like, but this is ridiculous.  You know what I mean?

I mean, look at us, two old geezers still sittin’ here waiting for that gal of yours to come and give you her answer.  Shouldn’t it be obvious, Hal?  Hey, are you even listenin’ to me?  Hell, you’re nothin’ but skin and bones now,  like a hound dog still waitin’ for a damn bone.  Hell, you and me, we’re all bones as it is.  I can see your zygomatic showin’ and what can I say, you always did have some pretty defined cheek bones for a cowboy.

So what do you say, eh?  Shouldn’t we set out now and find ourselves some other gal who’d appreciate us more, and not have us waitin’ forever for nothin’?  You ready, old pal?  Hal?

I can’t believe you ain’t even listenin’, still staring out that old window like she really is comin’ for ya.  Well, see ya.

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Sunday Photo Fiction

Argyria (A 200-Word Drabble)

So I’m dipping my toes into science fiction with Wattpad @sciencefiction’s challenge of writing a 200-word drabble (hence, a duoabble) that involves a teen-ager and an alien life form in 200 words, no more, no less.


Dear Diary,

I made a new friend today.  Her name is Argyria, though I only named her that because her real name was too hard to pronounce it was ridiculous. Oh, and she’s got blue skin, like those people who spent too much time around silver, though I think it’s pretty awesome.  I call her Argy.

And she’s new. Her family arrived that one night the sky lit up and the whole world showed up in our little town to ask if we saw anything (we didn’t).  So when the lights disappeared, they did, too.  Anyway, everything’s back to normal in Nowhere Town. Population: 500.

Argy says, make that 501.

She’s all Goth, too, like me, and she wears the coolest all-black contact lenses that look way too real to be contacts, so not like the ones I wore for Halloween that sent me to the ER.  That’s what I get for buying cheap stuff online, so now I need to know where she buys hers from.

Oh, and she invited me to her house tonight for a welcome party for some Chosen One or something. It sure sounds pretty awesome and I can’t wait to check it out.  Laters.