
Please, don’t make this post as long as the last one or as much of a bummer as the short one before it.
Time for another round of flash fiction compliments of Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers challenge.
Time is slip-sliding away, isn’t it?
It’s like, poof! One minute it’s now and the next minute it’s now, only a week later. This time poofing is something someone should study.
Anyhoo, C.E. Ayr provides this week’s inspirational photo. My flashy fiction (all 99 words) is totally made up this time.
And it’s not quite the downer that last week’s contribution to global depression was.
You’re welcome.

What? You don’t find this photo inspirational? I bet you could write a flashy fiction piece based on this picture. If I did, you can.
Ten, Nine, Eight,…
Children scattered as Anna slowly counted down. “Ten, nine, eight,…” her hands firmly over her tightly squeezed eyelids. The countdown completed, she shouted, “Ready or not, here I come!”
She exposed nearly every hider she sought. Once discovered, the former hiders became Anna’s Seeker Gang in search for one notoriously clever hider. Derek never hid in the same place twice and he had a knack for spotting Scheherazadian hideouts.
Twenty minutes and still no Derek. “We give up.” Anna and her Seeker Gang sat on the curb, defeated.
Beneath them, under the grate, Derek chuckled. “Great hiding place, huh?”
*****
I’m a pun-nut. The groanier, the better. I know the first step in resolving a problem is admitting you have one, but I’ve known about my pundereliction for a long time and I refuse to do anything about it. Where would the world be without one-liners like this: “It’s hard to explain puns to kleptomaniacs because they always take things literally.” Too intellectual? Okay how about: “I’m glad I know sign language; it’s pretty handy.”






