Sunday, June 9, 2013

Where's Your Stick?...A Short Story

The Weekly Writing Prompt

I looked at this picture many times before I began writing. It's such a great shot. Is it modern? Probably not judging by the ship in the background. Whenever I see people in the photo, I feel a need to supply the dialogue. Here's the rules to the Weekly Writing Prompt:

1) Use the photo and the 5 words provided in your story
2) Keep your word count 500 words or less.
3) You have until next Tuesday to link up your post.
4) Add your story to these blogs: Nicole, Carrie, Tena, or Leanne at the inLinkz link.
5) Have fun, don’t stress, let those creative juices flow.

The Five Required Words:


Here's what I got. Enjoy!
Where's Your Stick?
"You get the boat."

"No, you're getting the boat."

"Look, you were the last one out."

"Yeah, but you took it in there."

"Come on, just walk in the ice...cave...thing, and grab the rope on the boat and bring it out. They're signaling us from the ship that they're leaving soon and I don't want to be part of a fleet of one, if you know what I mean."

"I don't want to go back in there. It's cold and my feet are freezing."

"Should have doubled up on the socks--I told you to double up on the socks or your feet would freeze, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did."

"And did you double up on your socks? No you did not. That's the problem with you. You don't listen to me."

"Sure I do."

"No you don't. Just last week I told you that the Bible wasn't written by King James. You didn't believe me. I told you the way to tell if spaghetti is done cooking is to throw up a strand and if it sticks to the ceiling, it's done. What did you do? You tossed the entire pot across the table and out the window. I said that the top of a mountain is called a summit--you said, 'no, it's called the sun lit, because that's where the sun lights up the very top of the mountain.' See--you don't listen."

"Okay, in my defense, if this James guy didn't write the Bible, why's his name on it? And when I stuck my hand in the boiling water to get a strand of spaghetti to throw it at the ceiling, I burned it so bad that I screamed and threw the whole blasted thing as far away as possible." Summit? Are you kidding me? It's Sun lit! It's the place where the sun lights up first. Tell me how that doesn't make sense. Go ahead. Tell me."


"Right, see. You got nothing."

"You're right. I got nothing. But I'll tell you one thing I do have, I have my walking stick. Where's your walking stick, huh?"

"Wait...I had it. Where is it?"

"I'll tell you where it is. You left it in the boat."

"Okay, I'll go get the boat."


Word Count: 380


  1. You've made me giggle with this one, love the humour - but I can't make up my mind whether they are grumpy old men or younger!

    1. Thanks Sally! In my mind they were younger, but it works either way, I think...

  2. This is the problem I have with flash fiction, 500 words is not enough because I want to read more.

    1. Thanks JP! I had a hundred or so words to work with, but it seemed an appropriate spot to end. It could be fun following the adventures of these two bickering buddies. Thanks again!

  3. Oh Scotty Watty, I just love this! I was there...I could see the whole thing happening. What a doofus he was. Misplaces his stick, doesn't put two pairs of socks on. The fact that he didn't realise that boiling water would burn him says a lot about his...not so much intelligence, but common sense. He's probably one of these really intelligent young guys who has absolutely no common sense - or real social skills. Yes! please do write some more stories about them :-D

    1. Thanks Lyn! Maybe they'll turn up in another weekly writing prompt. Time will tell!