First things first: my latest flash fiction, "The Hitman," was named "Special Challenge Champion" for thinking outside the box with regard to the special words to include.
I enjoyed writing this week's Flash! Friday. I peeked at the picture first thing this morning, and basically brain-wrote it in the shower.
The prompt was this photo.
And we have to include surgery. Here is "Escape."
Timmy was having the time of his life. Not one, but FOUR clowns were visiting him. And they brought Pepe, the talking Chihuahua.
(He didn’t realize it was Tootles, the clown with the horn, doing the talking.)
“What animal drops from the clouds?” said the squeaky voice. “A Raindeer!”
“How many parents does it take to change a light bulb?” Pepe continued. “One!”
“I don’t get it,” Timmy said
“Hey Pepe,” said Buttons. “Smell my flower.” A stream of water doused the dog. He growled.
Timmy roared with laughter. If only the clowns could make his parents this happy. Then maybe they wouldn’t get that... what’s the word? Oh yeah. Divorce.
Pepe’s lips moved. But it wasn’t his voice Timmy heard.
“The surgery went well, Mr. and Mrs. Dickinson.”
“Thank you, Doctor.”
“The hallucinations should stop in a few days.”
“Don’t worry, Timmy” Pepe whispered. “We not leaving. We’re never leaving you.”
What do you need to escape from?