#MenageMonday Week 47 – Caught Up

Whoa man…it’s Monday! I feel like this is the only Monday where I’m completely happy it’s Monday. I don’t have to work, you see. So I’m writing to you from a comfortable seat inside my pajamas. Ha. Alright. Let’s get this thing started. 


Three prompts living under one challenge roof?

Welcome to #MenageMonday!

Week 47


*NOTE* – PLEASE READ THE RULES – If you miss a prompt, your entry will be disqualified.


Rules Recap

  • This is a Flash Fiction challenge. Your story must be a minimum of 100 words, maximum of 200 words.
  • Incorporate each of the three prompts into your story. The phrase prompt (and anything else in quotations) MUST be used exactly as given.
  • Post your story into the comments of this post.
  • Include your word count (or be excluded from judging).
  • Please include your Twitter handle or email.
  • The contest opens at 7 A.M. and closes at 10 P.M. Eastern Time.
  • Generally speaking, the winners will be revealed Tuesday evening, huzzah!

So what do you get for all your time and effort, you ask? Badges, of course. (What, you thought this was a funded operation?) #MenageMonday awards THREE (squeeee!) badges each week:

  • There is the undisputed CHAMP. Rather self explanatory.
  • There is the JUDGE’S PET, for best use of the Judge’s prompt.
  • Last but not least, the JUDGE gets a badge, because Judges need love, too.


Our Judge for Week 47:

Writer of YA Fantasy Novels. Tough skin, tender heart. She’s a linguistic master, inspiring survivor, and writer of all things fantastical…

L.T. Dalin | @ChessnySilth


Challenge Time!

Your mission, should you choose to accept it:

The Photo:


The Phrase: “breaking apart” (this can appear anywhere in the story)

The Judge’s Prompt: a change of season (literal or figurative)


And here I go! 😀

Go straight there, drop off the sign, and come straight back! 

They were her mother’s words. She pulled up to their house, paused, listened to the song on the radio.

Everything’s breaking apart.

We should have known this from the start.

Stupid song… Putting the sign out front, she pulled a loner from her pack of Camels. “For sale,” she read. She hadn’t always been fond of the town, or the house, but after staying for five years it had grown on her. And now, because of her promiscuity, she had to leave it all behind. She hugged her jacket tighter around her as the sky darkened. Winter was well on its way.

When his car pulled up her pulse leapt into her throat. Her math teacher climbed leisurely from his car, frowned. 

“I was hoping to catch you before you left. I didn’t know ‘til today…”

She took a deep drag from her cigarette.

“I’m sorry, kiddo. We just…we weren’t careful enough…”

She shrugged it off. She wanted him to touch her, tether her as the ground fell from under her feet. “Don’t worry about it.” She muttered. “Always been a flirt…this time it just caught up with me.”


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