Holey Bedrock !


By, Nan Claire Falkner

“Bird With Metal Beak Bores Holes in Giant Rock” was the caption in the Flintstones Bedrock Daily News.  “Jeepers,” Wilma said, “What a Big Beak He Had!”

“You said it!” Fred added “And, he drilled some perfect circles too!”

Well, the Rubbles were coming for dinner and Wilma couldn’t wait to show Betty the picture from the Rock newspaper.  Betty asked later “How did a bird get a metal beak?” Barney laughed and said “Hey Fred, Betty wants to know about the bird’s beak.”

“Well” Fred fired back “All that bird eats is Iron Ore.”

Barney said  – “Iron OR what?”


A Convenient Phone

By, Nan Claire Falkner

“A payphone!”  She looked at the overflowing toilet kids had stuffed paper towels in.  Hardy Har Har” she shouted – “Not funny!   Saw you Marky – you twerp!”

“Who has a quarter in an emergency?” but she found one.

Dialing the office number, she could see the water encroaching toward her expensive designer shoes – “Damn it – these are new!”

“Please hold” and a fifteen second delay.  “How may I assist you?”  The snotty receptionist said impatiently.

“Sandy – the toilet’s overflowing in the boys’ bathroom.”

“Please hold.”


Seething, Clara felt water seep around her toes.   Dropping the phone, she sprinted upstairs.


PHOTO PROMPT © Kent Bonham

By, Nan Claire Falkner

Atara was getting married Saturday.  Her mother from Israel – her father a Marine from Hutchinson, Kansas, stationed there during the cold war, had called her “Princess”.

Looking around the small village, where her mother was born, Atara noticed an old woman sitting under a tree.  “It is hot!” the woman said.

“Yes ma’am. It will be all this week.”

“American hotel is air-conditioned.” The woman mumbled and cackled.

Atara blushed running to her car.

“Would you like to sit in my cool car?”

“Yes, what a nice girl you are!”

Even small gestures can save lives – and it did.




By, Nan Claire Falkner

“Love having company!”   Debbie told her daughter arriving home with Boscoe, a 3 month old black lab mix full of mischief.  He had won Mom over as soon as she saw his left ear flop.

By the window, there was a bowl full of chocolate peppermint candy.

“Keep an eye open I’m going to bed now” Dad added.


As morning light hit the sofa, Dara gulped.  “Dad is going to kill me” she whispered – “BAD BOSCOE!”

Wrappers were everywhere and Boscoe was moaning.

Why didn’t she bring the doggie cage?

Dad handed her cleaning supplies.  “Gotta love dogs!”



Paper Clips Everywhere


PHOTO PROMPT © Claire Sheldon

By, Nan Claire Falkner

“We have enough paper clips to make a paper clip chain with this many in the cup!”  Said Colby.  Caleb was the younger brother and they had both collected them off the floor of their Dad’s office.

“Wow!  He said.  “There was a mess of clips on the floor!  Thanks Boys!”

“You’re welcome Dad!” Both boys chimed in.

Steven decided to finish a report while the boys were making airplanes out of extra paper from the printer.

Dad looked at the chain again and thought “I’ll put it on my bulletin board above my desk!  “Wow, Awesome!”

“Good job boys!”



Run, run as fast as you can

Photo by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

by, Nan Claire Falkner

Hurrying up the alley, they ran faster while Mother screamed “Children, run, run!”  She knew full well that not making it meant the end for sure.  Holding the banner, she waved her hands so they would run faster and faster.  If they didn’t make it to the street, they would be “mincemeat” as their adversaries had loudly taunted.

Millie cried but didn’t slow down – even for a second as the bravest of the lot, Norma Jean, shouted back to them – “Go away!”

Having caught them, the marauders shouted “We capture your flag!”

Mother had scurried ahead unnoticed “Not so quick!”


The Washington Island Ferry

By, Nan Claire Falkner

The Washington Island Ferryboat was a lucrative business for its skipper.   For years, people had vacationed on the island, but the only way to get there was by a 30-minute jaunt to “fun-in-the-sun at forty dollars a pop” snickered the Commodore, “Cha-Ching!”

Melinda and Roy were making their twentieth trip to their favorite hidey-hole.   Each time, she brought the captain fruit pudding – spending many hours toiling over it. The captain never thanked her, but this year she had a surprise.

On the way home, the Captain had a puckered face.

“Sugar” is all he said.

“Oops, Sorry!” she smiled coyly.