Yep, you read the title right. I’m once again going down the hole of insanity to share my perverse and warped sense of humor among other things as I attempt another #StoryADayChallenge.
The only problem is I took an extra day to make up my mind, so I’m sharing both yesterday’s and today’s post in this post. he rest shall post at their normal time of 2 PM EST every day, or until my muse and I run out of ideas. In 2015, I didn’t expect to make it past March, but I finished the year. Hopefully, I’ll have the same success this year. The rules remain the same as 2015’s challenge. Each story will be a 100 word Flash Fiction piece.
Time to get 2017 off to a great start! Enjoy everyone! 😀
There was nothing Reggie liked more than a good barbeque.
The food was great, the conversation was great, but seeing one of his relatives rotating on the spit over the burning coal-filled pit was the best part.
It was the selecting which family member to roast that was difficult.
Ever since the Great Depression, they drew lots to see who would be honored as feeding the family. Only the person hosting the barbeque was exempt.
As Reggie drizzled more his famous sauce over his cousin Laura, he couldn’t help but wonder when it would be his turn to be roasted.
And for today…
Wendy sat practicing her needlepoint when the phone rang. Pushing her spectacles back onto the bridge of her nose, she reached over for the old-fashioned rotary phone.
“Wendy? It’s Britney. Have you seen the news yet?”
Wendy rolled her eyes at the tone of her friend’s voice. “No, I don’t watch TV. It rots your brain, or wasn’t Chuck’s aneurism enough to prove that?”
“It was caused by stress. Why did I call you, anyway.”
“Because you’re lonely, dear.”
Britney paused as the newsman announced the killer was still at large in the neighborhood. “I guess it’s not important.”