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An Experimental Summer
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Tagged 1940s, art, beauty, couples, dating, entertainment, experimenting, fiction, flash fiction, found art, found photograph, friends, friendship, gay, homosexual, kitsch, life, love, people, photo, photograph, photography, photos, pictures, relationships, romance, summer camp, typewriter, typography, vintage, writing
A Jealous Sibling
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Tagged 1940s, art, beauty, childhood, children, couples, dating, entertainment, family, fiction, flash fiction, found art, found photograph, jealousy, juxtaposed, kitsch, life, love, old maid, people, photo, photograph, photography, photos, pictures, relationships, retro, romance, sad, sibling rivalry, typewriter, typography, vintage, writing
City Girl
This photograph/story, along with many others, is available on my Etsy here.
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Tagged 1940s, art, beauty, childhood, children, city girl, city romance, entertainment, family, fiction, flash fiction, found art, found photograph, friends, friendship, kitsch, life, love, people, photo, photograph, photography, photos, pictures, poetry, sad, skyscrapers, the country, typewriter, typography, vintage, writing
The Rogue Child
Photograph by Christina Molholm, whose blog can be found here.
As she went through her wallet checking on funds she absentmindedly went for a basket and out of the corner of her eye realized something was wrong; there was a small child sitting in the top one. After a moment of thought and a quick look around for a nearby frantic parent she grabbed the last basket from the other stack and turned to walk away. After a few feet she stopped and looked back at the child, who gave her such a melancholy stare that she couldn’t just leave him there.
“Is anyone looking for a rogue child?” she said to her surroundings. Nobody surfaced with a look of calming insanity so she said it again, louder. “Did anyone lose a kid?” He rested his head on the side of the blue basket and sighed. She walked over to the manager’s desk and reported the little boy as missing, and went about her shopping, proud of her triumph, as she heard the loudspeaker say, “Would the owner of the rogue child sitting in the pile of baskets please report to the manager.”
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Tagged art, beauty, childhood, children, entertainment, family, fiction, flash fiction, food shopping, humor, life, lost children, love, market, people, photo, photograph, photography, photos, pictures, supermarkets, writing
Imagine
“That was an amazing exhibit.”
“Oh trust me, I remember,” he said as he changed his Facebook status to one 
simple word, Imagine.
“Found it!” she said as she pulled the record Double Fantasy out of his collection and brought it to the turntable.
“Good job. Remember the wish trees?”
They were thinking back to an art exhibit they’d seen in Montreal that was a tribute to John and Yoko.
“I loved them. What was your wish again?”
He looked away from her.
“It’s fine, you don’t have to admit it. But I know it was me.”
“Yeah yeah,” he tried to dismiss that part of the conversation.
“We actually were IN the bed of the famous sleep in.”
“I know, it was impressive. I think my favorite was how interactive the exhibit was. How they invited everyone to take part, like how we could hammer a nail to the wall.”
“And all those stamps that said imagine peace in multiple languages?”
“You just had to find the French one, then we stamped your hand with it and took photographs of your hand all over Montreal.”
She sat on the couch next to him and snuggled up. “They were airing all of her home movies of the two of them.”
“The whole wall of War is Over signs was pretty neat too.”
“Agreed. I wish we could go back and do it again.”
“Well, we could totally go to Montreal. But the exhibit is long gone.”
“I know.”
The record continued to play in the background and she looked at him.
“This is a perfect way to spend his birthday, listening to his records with someone I love.”
“Agreed,” he said as he put his arm around her.
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Speckles
Anna had been walking for hours looking for Speckles; she found her little white and black spotted kitten missing when she came home from a night at her best friend’s art gallery opening, and even though she was exhausted and not entirely dressed for roaming the streets searching for her beloved pet, she had no choice. The big bad city was no place for a defenseless (and declawed) feline friend. Plus, she didn’t exactly live in the nicest neighborhood.
Her feet were dragging a few hours later, her voice hoarse, calling out for Speckles. It was past three in the morning and she’d given up hope. Her voice no longer carried very far and her expensive shoes were becoming soaked in blood thanks to the cuts they’d dug into her heel. That’s when she saw the Coca-Cola statue for the third time and decided it was over. A tear rolled down her cheek as she scratched out the cat’s name once more in the hope of hearing a mew returned to her.
“Speckles…”
Photograph by Christina Molholm whose work can be seen here.
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Tagged art, art gallery, beauty, cat, entertainment, fiction, flash fiction, friends, friendship, kitten, late at night, life, love, love your pet, pets, photo, photograph, photography, photos, pictures, relationships, writing
Peanuts
She approached the counter and read the list of food prices with serious concentration and diligence.
“Can I help you?” the man at the register said no small hint of snobbishness in his voice.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a handful of change without any embarrassment whatsoever; she was a college student and paid for her classes on her own thanks to hard work and dedication to her education. It wasn’t her fault she was hurting for money, and normally she wouldn’t spend her hard-earned cash on such frivolity, but her stomach was starting to distract the other people in the quiet café.
“What do you recommend I get with this much?” she asked him.
He sifted through the change with a pen and pushed it around a bit. “Well, you could get another twenty minutes on the parking meter,” he said with a laugh as he looked around for a reaction, but nobody was around to join him. He cleared his throat and got serious. “You can get half a hot dog, which we won’t do, or four bags of peanuts from the sale basket over there.”
She pushed the change in his direction a bit and took picked up the peanuts.
“Thanks,” she said with a genuine smile as she returned to her seat and tore into both the snack and her homework.
Photograph by Christina Molholm, my favorite monster maker, whose blog can be found here.
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Tagged art, college, fiction, flash fiction, friends, friendship, life, peanuts, photo, photograph, photography, photos, pictures, poor college student, relationships, rude people, snacks, student, writing
His First New Car – 1950s
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Tagged 1950s, art, automobiles, beauty, family, fiction, First new car, flash fiction, found art, found photograph, friends, friendship, kitsch, life, love, men and their toys, people, photo, photograph, photography, photos, pictures, relationships, retro, suburbia, suburbs, typewriter, typography, vintage, writing
A Future Star
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Tagged 1940s, art, beauty, broom, childhood, children, dance, dancer, dancing, entertainment, family, fiction, flash fiction, found art, found photograph, friends, friendship, humor, kitsch, life, photo, photograph, photography, photos, pictures, typewriter, typography, vintage, writing
The Gorilla Habitat
“The kids would have loved these guys,” she said to her husband, drawing his attention to the two gorillas sunning in their habitat. He walked up and snapped a shot with his Ansco Color Clipper.
“So would your father!” he added.
She gave him a nasty look. “That’s not funny.”
“What?”
“Comparing mother to a gorilla. It’s not funny.” She frowned but he smiled.
“I wasn’t, I just thought he’d enjoy them,” he replied with a sinister smile.
“Mother is not a gorilla.”
“Of course not, dear,” he said, pulling her toward him and holding her.
She pouted a bit and stepped out of his embrace.
“It says here,” he read to her from the placard in a lame attempt to change the subject, “Gorillas are the largest and most powerful of the manlike apes.”
“Are you going to say something about my mother’s size and power?”
“Of course not, dear. I adore your mother.” She crossed her arms and continued to look away from him and in the direction of the animals. He pulled out a list.
“So, do we continue from here to the campgrounds like your folks did? I know you want to keep with their itinerary. Says we go from here to camping near Disney World. I packed the tent…”
He walked up behind her and put his arms under hers, squeezing a bit until she giggled. He took that as a sign of forgiveness.
“Sure. First let’s stop by the souvenir shop. I want to find a post card to send the kids.”
“Deal. Lead the way, beautiful,” he said as he offered his arm.
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A Flash of Inspiration 