The Flip Flop

Happy Holidays, everyone. Keep writing and I’ll see you on the flip flop.

Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “the flip flop.”

About these ads

About first50

Writer and teacher who benefits from following the principles of writing practice set forth by Natalie Goldberg.
This entry was posted in Children's Writing Prompts, Essay, Writing prompt. Bookmark the permalink.

3 Responses to The Flip Flop

  1. Himanshu Meshram says:

    Once upon a time far away in the magical kingdom of shoeville lived the footwear people. The people of shoeville were beatific under the rule of King Ed “the Mojari” and Queen Helen “the ballerina”. The king and the queen for their nobility were blessed by the shoemaker with a son. Prince Will “the Flip Flop”.

  2. Ashish Mishra says:

    ‘Hey Leftie, whats that underneath you?’ said Rightie.
    After a pause Leftie replied,’Dog poop, perhaps’.
    Both sighed then Leftie suggested to himself,’Man, he gotta learn to walk’.
    ‘Don’t Worry Man, we are in this mess together’ consoled Rightie and then added ,’Flip – Flops for life, man.’
    Leftie returned the same with a smile.

  3. pampapam2 says:

    She was barefoot when the truck stopped at her doorway and gave a blast of the horn.
    “Toooot.”
    The bougainvilleas bent double.
    The exhaust was not helping either. The rose bushes sneezed , shook their heads , and continued to wilt under the onslaught of the poisonous fumes emanating from the nether end of the truck.
    Indignant and in complete haste, she slipped on her flip-flops,and rushed onto the porch.
    “Will you cut the engine please?”
    The Havildar behind the steering wheel, grinned at her dishevelled appearance , took one look at her flip-flops and cut the engine.
    He was certainly stifling a giggle, now why would he do that? She thought as she re-entered her home. A glance at her footwear told it all.
    Instead of her regular bathroom slippers, she had put on her daughters’ bunny flip-flops,the ears hanging loose around her ankles.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s