Saturday, April 6, 2013

F is for Flash Fiction of A Florida Frog's Friday

Writing and reading fiction novels are my favorite pastime. I also love to write Flash Fiction. You can find several posts of flash fiction on this blog. Today, I would love to leave you with another 'Fun Flash Fiction' for the letter 'F'.

Freakin' Friday and Fred's gone again, Frisk thought.

He phoned Fred from his cell. "Where are you?" Frisk said.

"I'm in the catching flies?" Fred said, floating on his lily pad. Snap--his tongue darted and curled as he snatched another tasty morsel. "It's snack time, man. You really didn't think I'd wait for your sorry butt? Join me, I'm just a few hops around back of the house."

"Okay, Fred, I'm on my way. Save some snacks for me."

"Better hurry, these things are gettin' pretty smart around here. Used to you could relax, and they'd ignore you, and then zap you had them right where you wanted them. Now these freakin' flies are buzzin' my head. Their like makin' me dizzy, man. You'd think I smelled or somethin'."

 Click...the phone went silent.

Frisk hopped quicker than a rabbit being chased by a pack of hounds.

He arrived to the pond and shimmied out of his pants. His bright yellow rubber duckie shorts blinded Fred when he dove into the warm water and surfaced in time to land on a lily pad floating by.

"Hey, man, your blindin' me with those bright yellow shorts. Thought maybe your butt was on fire, or like maybe you swallowed a firefly," Fred said, squinting. He used his front webbed toes to rub his eyes.

 "This is the new fad. Everyone's wearin' 'em. Dude, you need to get out more. You gotta keep up with the times."

"Those things glow in the dark, dude. You got your own built-in flashlight," Fred said. His hand covered his eyes as if he were glaring directly into the sun.

Frisk flipped to his back and crossed his leg over his knee, tucked his hands behind his head, and said, "This is the life. You got your own fly trap right here in your back yard. How rad is that?"

Fred nodded. He'd had enough flies for one day and decided to flip to his back and join Frisk as they talked about days gone by. They'd been friends for as long as he could remember.

The dusk was upon them.

"You know, that there alligator is eyein' us. We best be gettin' to shore, before we become the meal," Fred said. He hopped the few lily pads that laid between him and the land.

Frisk wasn't far behind.

Fred hopped safely to shore. He turned and found the alligator within inches of Frisk.

He yelled, "Frisk, move your..."

Frisk was gone before Fred could finish his warning.

Fred shook his head, and said,"Man, Frisk, I told you those britches were too bright. You couldn't hide from that there alligator no more than a freakin' neon sign. It was like you were sayin', "Here I am bro, come and get me."

Fred hopped home, sad he had lost his best friend. Who would he flick flies with now? He was all alone.

The moral to this story is don't flash your drawers in public, someone might just KEEL you.

Take Grandma's advice and you might just live to tell YOUR story.



Krista McLaughlin said...

Poor Frisk, he definitely shouldn't have worn those undergarments. It was too much. And poor Fred without a best friend. A fun and sad flash fiction.

Kathy Collier said...

Thanks, Krista. I was just being goofy, and having fun at the same time. I'm doing this to loosen up, so I can work on my novel. This gets the juices flowing in the old brain.

Dee said...

Haha this was a fun read! It's cool imagining those frogs this way. Poor Frisk. Tsk tsk.

Marcy said...

I can just see a cute little green frisk in those bright yellow britches. Fun flash fiction.

Donna Shields said...

Oh no Frisk! Guess he should have listened. Thanks for the fun read...and of course the moral also.

J. A. Bennett said...

lol! Hilarious! Love the pictures too :)

Crystal Collier said...

Yay for Flor-i-d-ee-a! Cute story, and check it out: we're half twinners--in name at least. Cool beans.

Al Diaz said...

That's one big smile behind Frisk!

Patricia Lynne said...

Awww poor Frisk. That was a cute little flash piece.

Good moral btw.

Patricia Lynne

Carol Z said...

Thanks,Kathy, that was lots of fun. I enjoy fiction a lot and I'm writing a mystery novel.

Kathy Collier said...

Thanks everyone for your comments. I love the moral, also, because I have a son that gave me fits until he finally grew up and had to go to work.

Patricia Bacon said...

Hey,Kathy, you have a great site! Love the alliteration with the title.
Enjoy the Challenge!!

Patricia, Sugar & Spice & All Things ? Nice

Kathy Collier said...

Thanks, Patricia,I like doing alliteration with the Challenge and Flash Fiction. Thanks for the compliment. Hope you have a wonderful week.

Kathy Collier said...

Thanks again everyone for your comments. I've enjoyed visiting all of your sites. It's been fun.