flash fiction friday #27
i like this flash fiction friday #27 (inclusion) trigger: lush, plush, brush, hush, gush.
rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to the deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whatever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.
posted by sweet trini @ 11:57 am
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Lush, was the only word that came to mind as i sat staring through the bushes, her legs parted, and her underwear off as she sat at the edge of the stream, drinking the good scotch and swaying in the breeze, my eyes plainly seeing her fuzzy hair crowning that triangle juncture of a supposedly secret place. So i wrote it down in my notebook, pondering with my 13 year old mind, why i thought of that word and why it seemed to perfectly fit what i saw.
Once again i heard more than saw a fly zoom by and of course get entangled in my hair. It had good company, at least 3 insects, a few twigs, and maybe the last end of breakfast. I would find out for sure when nursie plowed the brush through my hair later, for she always told me in painstaking detail what she encountered in there. All the while i would be hoping she would just accept i was messy and hush about my daily adventures. Father told me that i was living an exciting life doing these daily walks and it was he who suggested i write all the words that came to mind whenever i spotted something unusual. Nursie once told me that he preferred i write it all down because it saved him from having to hear me gush all of my so called mischievous "getting up to's" to him every night. I did not want to believe her. For why would father not enjoy the time we were spending together in his plush armchair, it was the best part of the day for me, right after afternoon tea, and my daily summer adventures, why not indeed?
forgot to say i was in+done (post immediately above on mainpage).
mystie, didn't see yours until after trigger-time, so new fff next friday...and, nice turn on the promise of erotica.
walk good.
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