Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner: Me and My Wine


Of all the places I thought I would end up with my parents and sisters on New Year’s Eve but instead, I’m spending it here in this empty bowling alley which I rented for the night. They kicked me out, see, apparently I’m not good enough for them.

I am a doctor who make 200-grand a year and still I’m not good enough for them. It’s never my dream to be a doctor. It was my father’s. He’s the reason why I wasted my youth in school. When I graduated high school with a Valedictorian, they came to my graduation just to scoff at me. “You call that an honor?” That’s my father’s favorite saying. It’s father-talk for not good enough.

What will it take? I wonder. Should I be poor like my sisters? Live in a one-bedroom apartment with two kids while working two day jobs and a night job just to get by? “It’s always the other way with them, isn’t it?” I mutter to myself as I fit my fingers into the holes of the ball and roll it down the aisle. “Strike, yes!” I sat down happily as the aisle reset. “Well, it look like it’s just you and me.” I say to my wine.

(195 words)

This is a response for Roger Shipp’s new flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner. We are given the beginning of the sentence and we are to finish the story. 

9 thoughts on “Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner: Me and My Wine

  1. Measuring up is always a difficult task. Well written. I would love for you to connect your story will the collection, if you would like. Just press the BLUE FROG on the site and follow the directions. Hope to see you next week.

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