In the grand scheme of things when Bob looked back at his life, he felt it was quite unimpressive.
When it came to joining up to one of the armed forces it terrified him to even fathom signing up. His father who’d been a navy seal was very disappointed and looked at him unheroically.
After graduating from high school, he went to work in an office in an unimposing position. Each year that passed he vowed he would go back to school and get a teaching degree. That never happened and Bob humbly stayed in that job until the day he retired.
Once he tried to date a woman that he worked with. It took him all the courage he could muster up to ask her out. Sadly, she turned him down as she found Bob unimpressive. Bob had never married or had a companion.
Until his dying day, Bob was a very lonely man.
The sad truth about this entire post is that this happens to so many people.
This was written for an Opposites Attract Challenge over at The Haunted Wordsmith.
It’s flash fiction time again over at Carrot Ranch. In 99 words (no more, no less) write a short story using the phrase “Beggars Can’t Be Choosers” To see more about this challenge head on over to the ranch. Hope to see you there.
What’s for dinner Mom?
You won’t like my answer, but we are having roasted chicken, broccoli, rice, and a Caesar salad.
Oh great, chicken again. I hate chicken and you know that.
Chicken is what’s on sale this week, and you know that we don’t have a lot of money right now. It’s funny how you will eat Popeye’s chicken and Wild Wing but you give me a hard time every time I make it.
I don’t know why; I just don’t like homemade chicken. Never have.
You know what I always tell you, dear, beggars can’t be choosers.
© Susan Zutautas 2019
Man, it’s been a long day. Just need to get off my feet for a while they’re killing me.
What do you think of my new hat? Goes well with the new hair colour, wouldn’t you say.
Not sure what happened to these two behind me. Thinking maybe they went in for a little cosmetic surgery. Hope their heads come back soon. It gets lonely around here when the lights go out and everyone has gone home for the night.
Guess I’ll just have to sing the night away …… All by myself, don’t wanna be all by myself … anymore.
This is written for 100 Word Wednesday over at Bikurgurl’s.
Image by zarelyafr from Pixabay
It was late on a Friday evening the eve of my husband’s birthday and I had not made his cake yet.
I had all the ingredients lined up in a row on the counter. Pans were greased and floured, and the oven was pre-heating.
Quickly I mixed all the needed ingredients together, poured them into two pans, and popped them in the oven. I would frost the cake first thing in the morning.
The kids had all come over for the birthday celebration and we were just about to dive into the cake.
Taking my first bite I thought the taste was a little off and a bit salty. Everyone put their forks down and looked at me for an answer. I didn’t know quite what to say.
Hubby speaks up and says, “Uh oh, guess this is a little late but for April Fools Day I switched up the sugar with salt. Thought it would be funny, but it looks like it backfired on me”.
“Oh great, I replied, I thought it was sugar not salt”.
This was written for Story Starter Challenge.
Prompt: I thought it was sugar.
A short fiction story about a couple named Mary and Sam.
Looking at the steep stairs I didn’t know if I could reach the top without passing out from loss of breath but knowing if I didn’t make it up there soon, it may be too late to get our marriage license.
To distract myself from my breathing I counted the stairs as I escalated to the top stopping twice to catch my breath. I was starting to feel like the “Little Engine That Could.”
Twenty, thirty, geez how many steps are there. People were passing me and there was one young kid who was taking the steps two at a time. Oh, to be that young and energetic again.
Finally making it to the top I stood at a standstill wheezing. These poor old lungs couldn’t take this anymore, but I had to obtain that license.
I entered city hall just before they were about to close.
This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #16.
This is a short story about a dog named Fido that could talk.