Flash Fiction: There isn’t a standard specific definition for this term beyond “short”, but for the purposes of this “Flash Fiction Friday” post it will mean a precisely 100-word story scene written from a photo prompt.

Today’s prompt picture is:

For the second night in a row Harrison sat straight up in bed, gasping for breath.

Mason groaned and turned to him. “Another muddy pond dream?”

Harrison shook his head. “This time it was a fucking chicken.”

“In a muddy pond?”

“No, you were riding a chicken.”

“I was? Cool. Was I shrunk down, or was the chicken monster-sized?”

“What? Hell, I don’t know. I think it was a big chicken.”

“Hen or rooster?”

“How would I know? Do I look like a farmer?”

“Well, it’s your nutty dream. Can you make it a rooster?”

“Fine. Go back to sleep.”

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