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All The Training She Needs

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Here’s another flash fiction for everyone.  And I found the prompt over at Flash Fiction.  And as usual, it is © me.

Title: All The Training She Needs

“Mission?  Me?” asked Isabella.

“Yes,” said Robert.

“Why me?  I’m not cut out for missions, that’s why I work in the lab,” Isabella protested.  “And I’m not exactly the type of person who likes wearing dresses.”

“I think you’ll look very fetching,” he said.  “Just find something summery.”

“I don’t even know how to do that!”

“Just drink some of this elixir,” he said, handing her a bottle that he had pulled from his desk.

“What is it?” she said.  “Woebegone?  What the hell is this?”

“It will solve your problems,” Robert explained.

“No it won’t!” she exclaimed.  “I told you, I’m not cut out for missions!  I’m not an agent, I really don’t get why I have to do it.”

“You’re our best option for it,” Robert said.  “We need you.”

“Are you sure there’s no one else?” she asked unsurely.

“You won’t be alone, Boats will be with you,” Robert said patiently.  “Besides, we’ll prep you for it.  You won’t be doing this alone.”

“I’ll be prepared for it?”

“Yes,” he said.  “And we can find someone else, if you feel you’re not ready at the end of it.”

“Good,” she said.  “I hope I pass with singing colors.”

“You mean flying colors?”

“I don’t care what kind of colors they are,” Isabella said.

“Do people misunderstand you?”

“Once in a blue lagoon,” Isabella said.

“I suppose we can translate,” Robert mused.  “You can do this.  It is not impossible.”

Guacamole

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I actually did something besides work on Turning Point!  I’m really excited about this.  I actually found the prompt for this over at Flash Fiction, and I thought I’d share it.  It’s © Nicole R., so don’t steal it or anything.

Title: Back In The Argument

“So today, we’re going to look at some bungalows,” Katie said. 

 “Why?” asked Ryan. 

 “We have to live somewhere, and I thought it would be nice to live near the beach.”

 “I don’t really want to go gallivanting around town just because you want to see a halcyon,” Ryan retorted. 

 “But I love the beach!  And I thought you did too,” she said quietly. 

 “Not enough to live near it,” he answered.

 “But think about how convenient it would be!” she insisted. 

 “I don’t know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours,” he said, “but you are not the empress of this house.”

 “My parents always told me I was their little princess,” she said.  “And I want to live near the beach.”

 “For the record, most girls grow out of it,” ryan said.  “It’s not normal.”

 “Are you saying that I am acting aberrantly?” she said.  “Wait, did I use the word aberrant right?”

 “You did,” he said.  “And yes, that is what I’m saying.”

 “But we can eat guacamole all the time at the beach!”

 “We can do that now,” Ryan said.  “Besides, if we move, we won’t have an avocado tree.  We’d have to buy them.”

 “I will not be deterred by that!” she insisted.  “We love guacamole.”

“I give up,” ryan said.  “You can go searching for your bungalow by yourself.  And for the record, Katie, I hate guacamole.”