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THREE LITTLE INDIANS - a 100 word story

THREE LITTLE INDIANS

We didn’t have Facebook when we were young, we wrote letters, and we arranged our annual reunion by telephone. Gradually our numbers dwindled until there were only three of us – me, Jan and Betsy.

This year I arrived first and ordered our champagne, but when Jan arrived she was alone.
“Lunch for two,” she told the waiter, “But you can pour champagne for three.”
It was obvious he thought we were just two crazy old women as we toasted the empty chair, and then we proved him right by flinging Betsy’s glass at the wall.

Shame about the window.

Thanks again to Rochelle for the photo prompt which sends about a hundred writers across the world into a Flash Fiction Frenzy.
http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/
Read the others by following the blue froggy link on her blog.

28 comments:

  1. If people think you're crazy then proving them right is the thing to do.

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    1. Precisely. I am one crazy old woman already and aim to stay that way!

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    2. If there was ever an incentive to keep up with technology, then this is it.

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    3. Is this you being nice about my story, Maggie, or are you saying they should have got Facebook? :)

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    4. Definitely both Lizy. I really enjoy your flash fiction.

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  2. Poignant, quirky, moving story. I love the flinging of the glass at the wall.

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    1. Thanks Vijaya - I hope they do that when I'm gone!

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  3. A lovely moment, Lizy. I enjoyed it. I hope you drank the champagne from the third glass before lobbing it :)

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    1. @Of course - Betsy would never forgive us if we'd wasted that!

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  4. :) Well if and old lady can't get away with it, no one can.

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    1. @One of the few perks of being older is that you don't give a damn!

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  5. Brilliant! So much said in so few words!

    I think I really MUST get back to writing regularly again......I may have to join in one of these days!

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    1. This is a good way to put a toe in the water, Sue

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  6. What a lovely picture of friendship. Nice story.

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  7. Lizy, Good story. I take it she meant to hit the wall, not the window. :) They saw Betsy off with style. Well written. :) --- Susan

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    1. There was rather too much window and not enough wall!

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  8. A beautifully sad and yet lively piece of writing. Well done.

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    1. Thanks Ros - I shall have to stop writing these sad pieces about older people!

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  9. Dear Liz,

    I drink a toast to the eccentric old ladies and fling my glass. They sound like people I'd like to meet. Cute story.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Cheers, Rochelle - I hope I not only meet ladie like this but manage to become one!

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  10. Nice one. A mix of humour and sadness. A toast to remember.

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  11. Wonderful ode to the changing of time and friendship, Liz. I don't see a Jared in this story (as you mentioned), but I really enjoyed the story. Love the throwing of champagne glass; I've always wanted to do that! ;-)

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    1. Dawn - your reply is below - my finger slipped!

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  12. sorry Dawn - the story was on another forum! I love the theory of throwing the glass but I'm too tidy actualy to do it!

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  13. Lovely story about friendship. I would love to throw a champagne glass, too - if it's not too expensive. :-)

    Lily

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    1. It would be very expensive if you had to pay for the window!

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