{"id":3544,"date":"2011-01-14T12:06:19","date_gmt":"2011-01-14T19:06:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/alannacoca.com\/?p=3544"},"modified":"2014-08-01T02:38:22","modified_gmt":"2014-08-01T08:38:22","slug":"flash-fiction-friday-11411","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alannacoca.com\/blog\/2011\/01\/flash-fiction-friday-11411","title":{"rendered":"Flash Fiction Friday 1\/14\/11"},"content":{"rendered":"

Start\u00ading some\u00adthing new here. I used to find pic\u00adtures of hot\u00adties every Wednes\u00adday, and write fic\u00adtion\u00adal scenes about them. I found it to be a fun exer\u00adcise, and a lit\u00adtle bit of dis\u00adci\u00adpline in my high\u00adly unstruc\u00adtured life. Unfor\u00adtu\u00adnate\u00adly, one of the mod\u00adels pic\u00adtured emailed me, upset that there was a \u201cfalse sto\u00adry\u201d attached to his pic\u00adture, so in a knee jerk reac\u00adtion, I pulled all of my Hump Day Hot\u00adties. For all of you that aren\u2019t in the pub\u00adlish\u00ading indus\u00adtry, the cor\u00adrect term for false sto\u00adry is \u201cFic\u00adtion\u201d, which is what I do. So I decid\u00aded to start some\u00adthing new with my false story.\u2026er.\u2026fictional scenes. I\u2019ll post a pic\u00adture and write a scene. I\u2019d like to encour\u00adage my read\u00aders to either con\u00adtin\u00adue the sto\u00adry where I left off, or write their own scene. It\u2019s a fun lit\u00adtle work\u00adout for the brain. Ready?<\/p>\n

Janine hid behind a tree, try\u00ading to con\u00adtrol her gig\u00adgles. Marc had fall\u00aden asleep on their pic\u00adnic blan\u00adket, just as she\u2019d hoped. When he asked her to rub sun\u00adscreen on his shoul\u00adders, she\u2019d slathered it on pret\u00adty thick in prepa\u00adra\u00adtion for this moment. <\/span><\/p>\n

He fid\u00adget\u00aded in his sleep, and she clutched the bag of flour clos\u00ader to her chest, but he did\u00adn\u2019t wake up. He deserved this. Just last week he\u2019d plant\u00aded a rub\u00adber snake in her trunk. The week before that he\u2019d got\u00adten one of his friends to call her at work with a pho\u00adny accent and ask about rent\u00ading her office space to film porn. She still would\u00adn\u2019t admit to laugh\u00ading about that one. The kick\u00ader was when he rigged the front door with pull string pop\u00adpers. She had dropped her gro\u00adceries, and a jar of pick\u00adles broke. The house still smelled like pick\u00adles, and Marc still laughed about it.<\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, he deserved this. Janine tip\u00adtoed over to him, her heart pound\u00ading wild\u00adly. She was care\u00adful not to let her shad\u00adow fall over his face. That would wake him up. Instead she stood a bit to the side, and held the paper bag over his face. She tucked a fin\u00adger in the fold at the bot\u00adtom, and before she could talk her\u00adself out of it, she ripped the seam. She squealed almost before the white pow\u00adder hit his skin, and gig\u00adgled all the way back to safe\u00adty behind the tree. She peeked around it, hop\u00ading to see him strug\u00adgling fran\u00adti\u00adcal\u00adly with the mess. Instead, he mere\u00adly wiped his eyes, shook off his hands, and rolled over onto his stomach.<\/span><\/p>\n

She was in so much trouble.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this scene are of the author\u2019s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.<\/h6>\n\n
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Start\u00ading some\u00adthing new here. I used to find pic\u00adtures of hot\u00adties every Wednes\u00adday, and write fic\u00adtion\u00adal scenes about them. I found it to be a fun exer\u00adcise, and a lit\u00adtle bit of dis\u00adci\u00adpline in [\u2026]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"wp_typography_post_enhancements_disabled":false,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"footnotes":"","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"twitterCardType":"","cardImageID":0,"cardImage":"","cardTitle":"","cardDesc":"","cardImageAlt":"","cardPlayer":"","cardPlayerWidth":0,"cardPlayerHeight":0,"cardPlayerStream":"","cardPlayerCodec":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[71],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p3WdCY-Va","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/alannacoca.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3544"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/alannacoca.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/alannacoca.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alannacoca.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alannacoca.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3544"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/alannacoca.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3544\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/alannacoca.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3544"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alannacoca.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3544"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alannacoca.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3544"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}