Here's how it works: the marvelous Carmi at Written Inc provides his readers with a photo theme. Then, on my blog, we add a title and a single line of text to my chosen photo, making super-short flash fiction (which is sort of a bad pun on the photography part, if you think about it). You can choose any genre: sci-fi, horror, mystery, romance, whatever you like.
Here's last week's for you to see if you need a sample.
So, this week's theme is "retro."
Here's my photo:
Single line: Only Mrs. Todd really knew where the liver came from.....
Your turn! Add your own titles and single lines in the comments section. The more, the merrier.
(For those of you who like to know the "real" story, Chick's Cafe has been serving chicken-fried steak and scones for roughly 80 years in the same location on Main Street in Heber City, Utah.)
Title: Chicks Dig Dudes
ReplyDeleteMy Line: Luke screamed inside his head as he watched apron-clad Mrs. Todd slice his roommate's stomach, stick her arm to the elbow in the wound, and pull out the bleeding liver.
Title: Duck soup.
ReplyDeleteLine: The chickens salivated over the prospect of fried duck eggs.
Lisa, What a fun story line to run-away-with....
ReplyDeleteHere's mine
Stand By Me-Nothing Weird Here
How ever could the town not figure out what shortcuts Mrs. Todd was obsessed with, when even her busboys turned up dead?
Chicks Cafe:
ReplyDeleteNo hardboiled types allowed on the premises.
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So does that me no eggs either?! :)
DeleteProhibition
ReplyDelete"The Federal Revenuers had no idea that Mrs. Todd was running a saloon behind the diner when they ordered their breakfasts."
Segregation.
ReplyDeleteThe headquarters of the Feminine Preservation Society masquarades as a hen house.
Win!
DeleteOh man, this is a good one! I've been sitting here for 5 minutes not sure what to write. Here goes...
ReplyDeleteWhat came first
We all know it started with an egg.