Flash: Busboy

He stares down the long hall, his cart empty, sweat beading his upper lip and inside his cap. His knees are weak and his hands shaking did he really sign up for this?

“Open”, he shouts. The gate creaks back.

Arriving at the first door, he flips the lock, “push through your tray”. Grabbing it, he throws it on the cart proceeds to the next door.

Unbelievable, I am a busboy on Death Row.”

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This week’s word is Busboy. The word limit is 75 words. This one comes in at 74.

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Flash: Sommelier

Aged to something less than perfection the scent wafting to his nostrils makes his nose twitch. It smells of fresh wet concrete, minerally; something he read somewhere but fitting.

“Boy!”

He slowly turns to the sound of the slurred word.

“Boy, I am ready to check out, get your ass over here.”

Leaning his mop against the wall he hurries to ring up the bottle of Mad Dog. He is the Sommelier of Skid Row.

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This week’s word is Sommelier. The word limit is 75 words. This one comes in at 75.

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Flash: Reservations

Lines are long for a Sunday night; people fidget, children act out from boredom. Everyone watches as flights change from on-time to delayed or cancelled. Anger is palatable; in the Red Carpet line, a lone woman stands serene.

True approaches the desk, ahead of many waiting far longer than she, the agent politely greets her, “may I assist you with your reservations?”

“Thank you.”

Transaction complete, True saunters through security past lines. A riot ensues.

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The Hot Flash word is Reservations. The word limit is 75 words. This one comes in at exactly 75

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Flash: Diner

Tommy screams pancakes, with raspberry syrup. Jane wants waffles, with peanut butter.  Ice cold milk for both, orange juice, no pulp for either.

Orders in, where is George? Unshaven, breath smelling of last night’s beer he stumbles into the kitchen.

“Coffee”, he belches out.

“Is that all?”

“Eggs, over easy, bacon and toast.”

She stares around the table at her family then ties her apron on for another day of work at the diner.

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Flash in the Pan is brought to you by the amazing Red of M3 fame

The Hot Flash word is Diner. The word limit is 75 words. This one comes in at exactly 74

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