Flash Fiction: The Word Game

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here.

TANNILLE: Well, there is something you don’t see every day: cremated remains.

MUSE: Ooo a God Father warning? Here are the remains of your patriarch.

TANNILLE: One way of freeing enslaved women. But who will buy them shoes?

MUSE: It’s the 21st century, duh.

TANNILLE: Because all jobs are so well paid.

MUSE: Sugar daddy?

TANNILLE: From one patriarch to another.

MUSE: Sugar mummy?

TANNILLE: That should be sugar parent.

MUSE: Doesn’t have the same ring.

TANNILLE: *shrugs*

MUSE: I can play this game. The God Parent sends physically corpse challenged remains of parent to family, who prostitute trade themselves for shoes.

TANNILLE: And I bet you still manage to offend. 

40 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: The Word Game

  1. Eugenia Parrish Author says:

    One day one of our male co-workers asked what to buy his girlfriend for Christmas, and my Filipina friend said, “Shoes!” He thought she was kidding, but Mary grew up in the boondocks of the Phillipines and didn’t own even one pair of shoes until her big sister in the city bought her a pair of high heels when she was sixteen. Muse had it right!

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