Flash Fiction: Stumped

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

More Conversations with The Muse can be found here.


LOCATION: Tannille’s mind’s eye

“Are you going to help me or not? Been looking at this prompt photo all arvo.” 

Tannille blew the hair out of her face.

“Loves me,” said The Muse, plucking a petal off the daisy in her hand.

“That’ll be a no…”

The Muse shrugged, “Loves me not—”

“Who are you pining over?” 

“Not me, the axe murderer hiding in the grass.

“Oh please, it’s just a Mormon camping.”

“With an axe. Actually, make that a chainsaw. The cut on the stump far too clean for an axe.”

“So you lead me here to be a victim of Leatherface, nice.”

“Or a Mormon.”


  1. Jehova’s Witnesses get all the grief, but those Mormons are just as bad, knocking on the door with their short-sleeved white shirts and magic underwear. The good news is, they probably won’t kill you. You’ll just be converted and become a sister-wife.

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  2. Sometimes if I can’t think of anything to write about, I just start a sentence. Something takes over, if I’m lucky. That might be the muse. More likely the wine though…

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