Bruce and Will

This post is written for Mondays Finish The Story. This is a unique flash fiction challenge where we are provide with a new photo each week, and the first sentence of a story. Our challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words and using the first sentence in bold below.

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© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

The Mayor and the town manager waved as their next victim approached.

Well they weren’t really victims.

The couple approaching was there to get married.

Jack, the town manager and local minister, always preformed the ceremony, and Matt, the Mayor of Sherman Montana was always the witness. Together they had performed over 146 marriages over the years.

As Bruce and Will approached they were a bit apprehensive about how they would be received in this part of the country. After all they reasoned that gay marriages were not a very common event here.

The event went off without a hitch. As Bruce and Will were leaving both the mayor and pastor wished them well.

“We wish you both happiness in your future together. May you be together as long as we have. We celebrate our 20th wedding anniversary tomorrow.”

The Big Blow

This post is written for Mondays Finish The Story Challenge.  This is a unique flash fiction challenge where we are provided with a new photo each week, and the first sentence of a story. Our challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words. My story follows the picture prompt below. Other stories can be found by clicking on the link at the end of this post. Enjoy! 2015-06-22-bw-beacham “Hey boys, how ’bout y’all makin’ yer Ma some wind chimes?”

He always hated it when his mother talked like that. After all she was a college graduate.

Now she was out in Santa Fe, New Mexico at some old style hippie ranch trying her best to fit in with the locals. She was claiming she was from small town in Mississippi when she was actually from Scarsdale.

He knew why is mother needed those wind chimes. It would serve as a notice to would be visitors that dinner was over and that she was getting ready to let go with a big wind of her own. “Look out boys, those wind chimes are about to start  a little dance of their own. Wee doggies that sure feels good. Everybody be better off getting up wind of me right now.” God he hated it when his mother talked like that.     http://new.inlinkz.com/view.php?id=536225