Flash Fiction: Rite of Passage

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here.

 

Pin the tail on the donkey; a game for all ages. As children, a popular party entertainment. A group of munchkins waiting their turn hyped up on Creaming Soda – poor mum. All about winning the crappy plastic prize by pinning the donkey’s arse. Teen years, the game received a major change; no longer was the aim to pin the tail on the rump, instead, the biggest loser won – just add alcohol. Easy with all the staggering, swallow another drink. At hens nights, the game morphed into adults only; pin the penis on the man. Now, as mothers, we encourage our children to play.

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      1. Clever trip through the game’s evolution in a woman’s life. I like your point about children settling a woman’s wilder impulses. Mostly you hear that said, about men.

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  1. Must be a very popular game! Never heard of it or played in our part of the world. Prize is apparently going up with time. From crappy presents, to alcohol.

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      1. Birthday celebration with friends gathering has become popular in last forty years may be at some social level. Earlier it used to be family affair.

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    1. They do. I remember receiving toys/games as a kid and the grown-ups hijacked them. Caught on they purchased them for themselves really….

      Thanks S!

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  2. It is a vicious cycle isn’t it. Personally, I’ve never played it, so I don’t see what would be the fun of it. Good story though… pin the penis…or maybe pin the hacker would be my favorite right now.

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