Time for my lastest entry in this week’s version of the Friday Fictioneers. A weekly micro-fiction photo-prompt courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields to challenge writers to encapsulate a story in 100(ish) words. So here’s my entry, entitled simply, “Oops.”
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“Well, what do you think?” she asked, gesturing at the colorful bar around them.
“Kitschy,” he replied, with barely a glance up from his Caesar romaine salad.
“Excuse…me? ‘Kitschy?’ What do you mean?”
He shrugged, shoveling in another mouthful of oversized greenery and garlic croutons. “Kitsch. Tawdry. Garish. Unredeemably flamboyant and without taste. Cluttered. You name it. Kitschy.”
She sat in stunned silence. Her eyes glistened with angry, unshed tears. Oblivious to her inner turmoil, he finally noticed the envelope on the table between them. “What’s that?”
“It’s the deed to this bar. I LOVED IT, and so I bought it as an anniversary present.”
“Oops.”
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funny
Ah, that German ailment, Futenmauz disease. I’ve been known to contract it myself on occasion. Very witty, darling. Well done.
That is indeed an “oops” moment. Good job.
janet
Yeah. Oops is right! Good story.
I love the “oops”!! that moment is delicious, I had to laugh… ..
Good one.
Poor woman. Not a good idea to invest in a business without first consulting one’s spouse! Interesting story.
Wow, he’s lucky she didn’t kill him before she found out he bought it. I mean this is Friday fictioneers, so it could happen!
oops indeed. But the wife is a little Kitschy in her decision making. Last anniversary?
Oops indeed. Very enjoyable read.
Thank you
Dee
It only took 100 words to get him into trouble. I imagine 1000 words wouldn’t get him out it. Great story!
Ha, that oops he’ll have to eat. I guess dishes have to be done, for a year or two
I really conlud’t ask for more from this article.
Oops is an apt title, Steve. I wonder how he’s going to get out of this one with his head in tact.
shalom,
Rochelle
Brilliant last line/ word – made me grin from ear to ear!
When you’re in a hole over your head, it’s a good time to stop digging. We men have a nasty habit of doing this. Well done, Steve.
Never buy the Company without consultation. Nice..