When I crack the whip, no one get hurts, except the people who don't like puns.

What? No one got hurt, except the people who don’t like puns.

It’s time to whip(pet) up another flash fiction story, compliments of Rochelle and her merry band of Friday Fictioneers.

Unlike my other posts in response to her challenge, I’m not going to embellish this one with my usual zany Lorna shenaniganigans.

Well.

Wait a little minute. This is my 550th blog post.

Shyeah. 550 blog posts and I still look this smokin' hot in a red dress. How do I do it? I don't even know the secret to my mediocrity, but I'll come with an answer if you give me enough time. Check back for my 1,000th blog.

Shyeah. 550 blog posts and I still look this smokin’ hot in a red dress. How do I do it? I don’t even know the secret to my mediocrity, but I’ll come up with an answer if you give me enough time. Check back for my 1,000th blog post. It’ll be a doozy.

Doesn’t this auspicious occasion deserve a little of the old dizzy blondifciation you’ve all come to know and love?

Sure it does.

Here’s a little something for you, then I’ll get down to business…

Good to know. I bet menopause complaints are way down among both women and men between the ages of 90 and 100. And zero complaints of insomnia (or anything else) from the new admissions to the morgue. Finally, so good news in the health field.

Good to know. I bet menopause complaints are way down among both women and men between the ages of 90 and 100. And zero complaints of insomnia (or anything else) from the new admissions to the morgue. Finally, some good news in the health field.

 

Well, good. That’s out of my system.

Today’s flash fiction photo prompt comes to us from Santoshwriter. Thanks so much!

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The genre for this photo prompt is historical fiction. Alrighty then. Done this before. Can do this again. No dead bodies. Promise!

Give Peace a Chance

“How long do we have to sit out here?”

“As long as it takes.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“It’s the best I got. History’s happening, man, and I’m not missing it.”

“Miss what? We’ve been sitting in these shrubs all night waiting for them to do something…anything. Hell, my camera’s all wet from the freakin’ dew.”

“Stop complaining. This is a once-in-a-lifetime thing.”

“How do you know? They do weird crap all the time.”

“Nah, my pal knows their NYC doorman. He overheard them talking with their publicist. They’re doing this for peace, man.”

“Yeah, this’ll end the war.”

(99 words)

In case you haven’t guessed, the 1969 anniversary of John Lennon’s and Yoko Ono’s 10-day Bed-In at the Queen Elizabeth Hotel in Montreal is coming up at the end of May. They orchestrated this event in protest of the Vietnam War. During that event, they and some other peace radicals sang their peace anthem, “Give Peace a Chance.” Recordings were made and the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation conducted interviews in the hotel room. Reviews were mixed. I’m sure many fans sat outside and waited to get photos and glimpses of the former Beatle (and the woman who broke up the Fab Four–just kidding–not really). I’m sure a few of them also got wet in the process.

Well, it's more comfortable than a sit-in...

Well, it’s more comfortable than a sit-in…for them at least.