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MFFFC — To Infinity and Beyond

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Charlie had dreamed about becoming an astronaut someday. She loved space and everything about it. Her bedroom was adorned with pictures of stars, planets, and galaxies. She had read all the books written by the astronauts and could name every star, planet, and constellation in the sky. Every night, her dreams were all about celestial bodies.

When Charlie told her father that she wanted to be an astronaut when she grew up, he told he she needed to come back down to Earth. “Don’t be silly. You’re a girl,” he told her. “You can’t be an astronaut. You should focus on being a nurse or a teacher, vocations much more suitable for a girl than being an astronaut.”

When a very upset and crying Charlie told her mother what her father had sad, she hugged Charlie and said, “Don’t worry about what Dad said, sweetie. He’s so twentieth century. I’ll talk with him and let him know how women’s roles in the twenty-first century go well beyond nursing and teaching.”

The next morning, when Charlie woke up, her bedsheets and her hair were covered by little gold and black starts and there she found a note that read,

To infinity and beyond, my little Buzz Charlie Lightyear.

All my love,

Dad

Written for Melissa’s Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge. Image credit: Annie Spratt on Unsplash.

No Smoking

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“Sir, tobacco use is not permitted in this facility,” the nurse said, pointing to the sign.

“But the building is empty,” Clyde said.

“Au contraire, sir,” the nurse said. “We have some patients in the adjoining ward who have pneumonia and are using oxygen, which is very flammable.”

Clyde took a long drag on his cigarette and exhaled the smoke directly into the nurse’s face. “Is that a fact?” He said sarcastically. “Well, let me cogitate on this a bit more.” Then Clyde once again took a deep drag and blew the smoke in the nurse’s face.

A few hours later Clyde woke up. He was lying in a hospital bed, one leg in a cast and elevated off the bed. Standing next to him was the nurse. “Where the hell am I?” Clyde asked, as pain shot from his leg and up his spine.

“You’re in the hospital in a bed with your leg, which is broken in two places, in traction,” the nurse said. “And I have some advice for you, Clyde. In the future, you should make sure the person in whose face you blow your cigarette smoke does not have a black belt in karate.

Written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (tobacco), The Daily Spur (empty), Ragtag Daily Prompt (pneumonia), Your Daily Word Prompt (cogitate), and MMA Storytime (traction).

MLMM Photo Challenge — The Nurse

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When I first met her she told me that she was a nurse. Well, that’s what I thought she said, anyway.

But it turned out that what she said was that she likes to nurse.

And what she meant by “likes to nurse” was that she liked it when I would put my mouth upon her breast and suckled on her nipple while she called me her little baby boy.

Sure, it was a bit bizarre in perhaps a fetish-like way, but truth be told, I didn’t mind at all.

In fact, I rather enjoyed it.

Although I did find it somewhat annoying when she would try to burp me afterwards.

Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Image credit: Lovers by Harry Hollard, 1982.

Twittering Tales — The Operation

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ABF682FC-0BAB-4587-9640-EA18D5447E98“Doctor, we’ve lost him,” the resident said.

“Doctor, are you going to make the call?” the intern asked.

“Doctor, you did everything you could,” the nurse said.

“It was hopeless from the outset,” the doctor said.

“That’s because the patient was a cadaver, doctor,” the resident said.

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Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: sasint at pixabay.com.