Life has been so crazy lately that I haven't done as much writing as I would have liked...well, creative writing that I would have liked. So today I'm going to write a short story as part of the Weekly Writing Challenge. If you'd like to write a short story of your own, here are the rules:
1) Use the photo and five random words in your story.
2) Keep your work count 500 or less.
3) You have until next Tuesday night to link up your story.
5) Have fun, don't stress, and let those creative juices flow!
This week's five words are:
Time to write a story!
Wake Up And Smell The Hasenpheffer
"Shhhh...they're about to take the ricture."
"The picture, the picture. It's hard to talk when you can't move your lips and you're smiling."
"I know...I'm doing the same thing."
"Why won't she take the picture? What's she waiting for...Christmas?"
"Chuck, I need to ask you a question."
"Can't it wait Sheila?"
"It can't wait until she takes the frickin' picture?"
"I don't think so."
"All right--what is it?"
"Chuck, I think our new in-laws are in the mafia."
"If you could not move your head, Chuck? That would really help. I'm sorry but my camera's giving me fits."
"Now look what you made me do. It's going to take longer to get this over with. Why in the world would you say Mindy's parents are monsters?"
"I didn't say they were monsters..."
"Sheila, I said MOBSTERS!"
"Oh, sorry. Think about it Chuck, their murky story of how the family have won seven multi-million dollar lotteries in a row. The Hasenpheffer they served at tonight's reception. That lingual accent they speak must be Sicilian. That "conversation" Mindy's father had with his "associate" about doing "business" in each other's "territory." And I heard Lucy Horowitz tell Virginia Johnson that Mindy's dad owns a yacht and he named it Triumphant. I mean, it all adds up."
"Sheila...I'm impressed. I didn't even see your lips move because most people who say crazy things usually move their LIPS!"
"If I could move right now, I'd hit you!"
"I'm seriously worried about you--you're already showing signs of dementia. You can't be serious about the Mondino's being in the mafia. And sure, armed guards casing the building and our son and his new wife honeymooning in New Jersey, but that's what the kids want at their weddings these days."
"Chuck--wake up and smell the Hasenpheffer!"
"All right--if everyone's ready, smile and say, 'Sleep With The Fishes!'"
"Oh, crap, Sheila--you may be right."
Word Count: 332