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Flash Fiction: Tedious Camp Out

It had been a tedious camp out.

My tent was surrounded by other tents, all occupied by teens like me. Well, not like me, but teens. The only similarity I shared with all those knuckleheads other than age group, was the purpose of the camp out. We had been blocking our places for the concert that was going to take place in a few hours. I had to bear the incessant giggling, loud laughter and drunken slurs all through the night. I hated teenagers who got drunk and caused a nuisance to others. However, it would all have been worth for the teen idol’s performance, who also happened to be my crush.

Who knew even he would turn up like all the other teens here? Completely drunk and highly vexatious…


Word Count: 130

Prompt:

Sunday Photo Fiction – June 9, 2019

Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding

Flash Fiction: Tent

It won’t be possible, darling.

I get it. Will see ya soon. Bye!

Bye!

I sighed. My husband was going to have a hard time explaining it to our son. I felt sad.

Joey is such a nice child. He never makes demands, never throws tantrums. He only ever asks us for something once in a year – on his birthday. This year, he wanted a tent. We agreed. It was his tenth birthday after all.

I drove to the mall. My jaw dropped when I saw the price tags of the tents. There was no way we could afford one. I had called my husband to inform him that our son’s present was out of our reach. Being the optimist that he is, my husband told me not to worry and come back home.

Now, when I get back, I see the mess in front of me. I see my little Joey giggling and rolling around under the mess. Then it struck me. Joey did get his present.

That mess was a tent….


Word Count: 175

Prompt:

FFfAW Challenge – 201st