After spending the better part of the week with Gregor Samsa from "The Metamorphosis, the Musical" and my son Brandon as "The Ref," it's time for me to cotton up to The Friday Fictioneers.
You know the drill: 1) Put together a story based on the prompt. 2) Make it 100 words or less. 3) Totally screw up No. 2
That's how it works for me anyhow.
The stewardship of the Fictioneers has now passed from the capable hands of Madison Woods to the equally capable hands of RochelleWisoff-Fields. FYI: I haven't personally inspected their hands, but I've received excellent capability reports about three out of four of them.
Now imagine a small cafe in an even smaller town ...
The Only Game in Town
Calvin DeForest, grinning proprietor of Calvin's Cafe in the remote little town in which he'd opened it last month, led Carrie and Matt over to their table by the window.
"Enjoy your meals," said Calvin, "but maybe not too much!"
As Calvin walked away giggling, Matt and Carrie ordered their appetizers, a garden salad for Matt and onion soup for Carrie.
"Salad's pretty good, " said Matt. "How's the soup?"
"Fine," replied Carrie. "Damn it!"
"Phtooey!" spat out a nearby bald man as coffee spewed in all directions from his mouth. Gagging on her French Fries, his date was frantically signalling for a glass of water. Always the proud practical joker, Calvin was instantly over to congratulate them as the day's winners and to present them with the $25 Calvin's Cafe coupon.
"The old sugar/salt switcheroo, I might have known," said Carrie, getting up well disgusted. "Well, shall we come again tomorrow?"
"Why not?" answered Matt, putting on his jacket. "Only game in town."