Summary of May, 2017 Prompts – Adventures with Harrison and Mason #FlashFic

I came across this list of writing prompts for May, 2017 on the Writer’s Write page and thought I’d give it a whirl. I wrote a series of drabbles (precisely 100-word scenes) that feature the characters from my Adventures with Harrison and Mason flash fiction story scenes, and flow together to tell the story of a significant event in their life.

Thirty-one drabbles in a row made some of my category archives unwieldy for people wanting to look over my flash fiction, so I’m collecting all of those daily drabbles into this one post, then sometime in the next week I’ll remove the individual posts from all the categories except the May, 2017 Prompts category.


May 1, 2017 — Eclectic

(Harrison’s 3rd-person POV)

Harrison’s head bopped as he and his son Jaxon danced around the living room to the eclectic mix of music on the young boy’s playlist. Jaxon’s laughter caught his attention as the current song came to an end.

“Daddy, what was that?” Jaxon covered his grin with one hand.

“The song? I don’t know the name. It’s your playlist, don’t you know what it’s called?”

“No, the dance.” He snickered through his fingers.

“Eh, it’s just some freestyle dancing. I don’t think it has a name.”

“I think it does.”


“Yeah. I’m pretty sure that’s called ‘The Mom Dance.’”

Just for fun:

May 2, 2017 — Disheveled

(Mason’s 3rd-person POV)

Mason took a deep breath, enjoying the savory scent of roasting chicken as he opened the front door, then laughed at the sight of the disheveled duo sprawled on the couch. “Do I want to know what you’ve been up to?”

“Daddy was teaching me how to dance.” Jaxon’s eyes had a teasing glint to them, thank goodness, because as much as Mason loved his husband—damn, the man had no rhythm at all.

Harrison sputtered. “You can wipe that concerned look off your face.”

“We did the ‘Elaine Benes Dance,’” Jaxon said. “I can teach you if you want.”

For those who aren’t Seinfeld fans and have no idea what the “Elaine Benes Dance” is, I’ll save you the Google effort:

May 3, 2017 — It’s Complicated

(Harrison’s 3rd-person POV)

Jaxon rubbed his belly and at least covered his mouth for the burp that followed. “That chicken was great, what’s for dessert?”

Harrison raised an eyebrow without answering.

“Oh,” Jaxon said with an impish grin. “Excuse me.”

Harrison replied, “The rest of that strawberry pie from yesterday.”

“Did you finish up packing?” Mason nodded toward Jaxon. “Remember, we’re leaving early in the morning.”

“Well…” Jaxon squirmed in his chair. “It’s complicated.”

“Oh? How so?”

“Daddy says I have to pack enough clothes for every day even though I won’t be able to fit all my action figures if I do.”

Maybe Jaxon needs a visit from the The Packing Efficiency Engineer:

May 4, 2017 — Achievers

(Mason’s 3rd-person POV)

Mason laughed. “I’m not sure you could squeeze in enough clothes for anyday if you try to bring all your action figures.”

“You can bring some, I told you,” Harrison said. “Just top it off around twenty.”

Jaxon’s lower lip stuck out, and he crossed his arms across his chest as he appealed to Mason. “Daddy said I should maybe just bring the achievers ones, but I don’t know what that means.”

Mason’s right eyebrow shot up as he turned to Harrison. “Avengers, maybe?”

“Yeah. Probably.” Harrison rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

Jaxon sniffed. “And I wanna bring my Kracken.”

The Origin of the Kraken:

May 5, 2017 — Station 12

Also includes “Lazy” left in the comments of the April 28, 2017 Flash Fiction Friday post.

(Mason’s 3rd-person POV)

“We’re almost there,” Mason said. “Wake up, lazybones!” It was no wonder Jaxon had crashed in the backseat of the rental car. They’d gotten up so early for their flight, and of course the little boy had been too excited to sleep on the plane.

“To Gramps’ house?” Jaxon rubbed his eyes then looked out the window and pointed at the big red doors of the firehouse as they passed. “Hey, it’s Station 12! Maybe he’ll tell me more stories of when he was a fireman.”

Harrison chuckled and nudged Mason. “It’s his favorite subject, so I’m sure he will.”

May 6, 2017 — Seasons

(Mason’s 3rd-person POV)

“Gramps!” Mason wrapped his arms around the older man and gave him a big hug.

Gramps chortled. “How’s my favorite grandson?”

“I’m doing just fine. It’s great to see you again.” Mason patted his back and stepped back.

“I thought Pop was your only grandson,” Jaxon said.

“And you, whippersnapper, are my favorite great-grandson.” Jaxon didn’t duck fast enough to avoid getting his hair ruffled. “Come on in. It’s not exactly the Four Seasons, but then again, we’ve got prime dinosaur bone hunting grounds in the backyard and they don’t.

Harrison laughed. “Sounds like the perfect amenities for this family.”

May 7, 2017 — You Idiot

(Mason’s 3rd-person POV)

“Are there really dinosaur bones buried here?” Jaxon looked around the backyard.

Mason shrugged. “Never found any, but I sure tried.”

Gramps chortled. “Found plenty of fossils, though.”

“Did you keep them?” Harrison asked.

“You idiot! Quit digging holes in the yard and get over here!”

They all jumped as the shrill words drifted over the fence. Jaxon turned wide eyes to his fathers and gulped. “Thanks for never yelling and calling me names.”

Harrison scooped the boy up and hugged him. Mason patted his head and said, “Never.”

Gramps added, “And you can excavate my yard all you want.”

May 8, 2017 — Cover to Cover

(Harrison’s 3rd-person POV)

Harrison sat in a lounge chair as he flipped through the final pages of Amy Tasukada’s Blood Stained Tea with wide eyes. “Holy shit,” he muttered. “I can’t believe he did that.”

A cheer went up in the back corner of the yard. “We found another one, Daddy!” Jaxon hollered.

Harrison closed the book. “Wow! How many fossils is that, now?”

Gramps sat in the neighboring lounge chair. “Ten. What’d you do, read that cover to cover while sitting here?”

Harrison glanced to where Jaxon and Mason were refilling their latest hole. “Well, they have been at it a while.”

May 9, 2017 — Downloading

(Harrison’s 3rd-person POV)

Apparently, Mason’s idea of vacation fun was to relive his youth with their son, Jaxon. That fit with Harrison’s notion of a great holiday—relaxing with a good book while watching those two explore and channel their combined creative energy.

Gramps seemed to have the same idea as Harrison. He chuckled as Mason boosted Jaxon onto a low branch of the backyard apple tree then turned to Harrison. “What’chya readin’ now?”

“I’m downloading a short story, Unconditionally, by Nell Iris, to my Kindle.” He’d heard it was sweet. That’s what he needed after the gritty crime drama he’d read yesterday.

May 10, 2017 — Tic-Tac-Toe

(Harrison’s 3rd-person POV)

“What are you doing?” Harrison giggled as Mason’s tongue traced circles and exes across his abdomen, then whispered, “I don’t want to wake up Jaxon or Gramps.”

“I’m not the one making noise.” Mason waggled his eyebrows and went right back to what he’d been doing. Not that Harrison had any real objections, but they weren’t used to the bedrooms being situated so close to each other.

Harrison stifled a moan with a fist when Mason’s next “x” ended with his tongue raking over a sensitive nipple.

“I won.” Mason kissed his way up to Harrison’s lips.

“Won what?”


May 11, 2017 — Juniper’s

(Harrison’s 3rd-person POV)

“Stick ’em up, cowboy.” Jaxon’s finger pressed against Mason’s back. “Reach for the sky!”

Mason winked at Harrison and obediently raised his arms, like a juniper’s branches, up toward the sky.

Harrison chuckled. “Who are you, Jesse James?” Seemed like that was a safe guess considering they were walking out of the Jesse James museum.

“Nope, I’m a marshal that’s gonna arrest him.”

“Good choice,” Gramps said. “What do you say we rustle on over to the Bad Art Bistro and feed that outlaw a burger before hauling him in?”

May 12, 2017 — Chalkboard

Also includes “Insurance”, left in the comments of the May 5, 2017 Flash Fiction Friday post.

(Harrison’s 3rd-person POV)

“This outlaw doesn’t want a burger after all,” Mason pointed at the chalkboard with the daily lunch special. “I’m gonna get the bistro club sandwich.”

“I still want a burger,” Jaxon said. “We’re going to the park next, right Daddy?”

“Right,” Harrison said. “We’re going to watch Pop’s best friend from when he was your age play softball.”

“Yeah, I remember.” Jaxon’s jaw dropped as he stared at the velvet Elvis painting hanging on the wall at the Bad Art Bistro. “Did he grow up to be a lawyer, like Pop?”

“Nope.” Gramps shook his head. “He’s my insurance agent.”

May 13, 2017 — Cayon Deep

Note: Per Merriam-Webster online, “cayon” isn’t even a word. It does exist as a proper noun—as a place and as a surname (also apparently a type of olive)—but not as a regular word. It might have been a typo (probably “canyon” considering it was paired with “deep”), but I went with using the word as it’s listed, using it as a surname.

(Harrison’s 3rd-person POV)

“That’s where he’s playing,” Mason led them toward the ballfield on their left where players were already taking their positions. “I guess we’re too late to talk to him before the game starts.”

They settled in a row on the bleachers. “Which one is your friend?” Jaxon asked.

Harrison spotted him first and pointed. “There. That’s Andy Cayon deep in center field.”

“Good old Andy.” Mason smiled and nudged Jaxon. “He was my dinosaur bone hunting partner.”

Gramps cackled. “You two dug so many holes in my backyard. Remember when I buried that ham bone for you guys to find?”

May 14, 2017 — Two Holes

(Harrison’s 3rd-person POV)

“I need you to fill those before dinner, please,” Harrison said.

“Oh, yeah.” Jaxon reached for a shovel, not at all vexed by the prospect of refilling the two holes he and Mason hadn’t had time to finish before they’d left for their outings this morning.

Jaxon hefted a shovelful of dirt then did a double-take after looking in the hole. He fiddled with something in the hole, then jumped up and waved a grubby bone—that looked suspiciously like the one Gramps had boiled to make ham and beans yesterday—over his head. “Pop! Daddy! Gramps! I found one!”

May 15, 2017 — Peak

(Mason’s 3rd-person POV)

Harrison covered a giggle with one hand as the other raked through the hair on Mason’s head. “Are you playing tic-tac-toe again?” he whispered.

“Nope.” Mason’s tongue dragged over one nipple, urging it into a tight peak, then traced the tip across to circle the other. “Guess again.”

Harrison’s abs quaked beneath Mason’s tongue as he traveled lower, then dove into Harrison’s navel. “I can’t think when you do that.”

“Want me to stop?”


Using a finger, Mason drew a line from navel back to the first nipple. “I’m playing connect…” He raised a single eyebrow, expectantly.

“…the dots.”

May 16, 2017 — Different

(Harrison’s 3rd-person POV)

Harrison snickered. “That’s…different.”

Mason’s grin tickled, and Harrison bucked as his husband’s lips brushed against his armpit hair. Mason dropped one more kiss to the sensitive area of skin then nipped a path to his ear. “And different is…”

“Good,” Harrison gasped. “Definitely good.” He’d suggest that he must be doing something wrong if Mason needed to ask, but he knew Mason had already known the answer.

With his arms tight around Mason’s waist, Harrison rolled them and dove for the spot on Mason’s neck that always drove the man crazy. Mason shuddered as Harrison whispered, “Now it’s my turn.”

May 17, 2017 — Aborted

(Harrison’s 3rd-person POV)

“Shh. What’s that?” Harrison whispered. Light—but fast moving—footsteps headed down the hallway toward their room, answering Harrison’s question about the thud he’d heard.

“Mission aborted,” Mason intoned as Harrison rolled off and raked a hand through his hair, then took a deep cleansing breath and blew it out.

A soft knock sounded on the wooden door, and Mason called out, “Come on in, Jaxon.”

The door creaked open, and the little boy entered with a great big smile on his face. “Is there a museum near here that could tell us what kind of dinosaur bone I found?”

May 18, 2017 — A New Low

(Harrison’s 3rd-person POV)

Gramps passed out the dessert brownies, and Jaxon said, “I think the train at that one museum was the best thing today.”

“The stage coach was cool, too,” Gramps replied.

“Do you remember riding in them?” Jaxon grinned and had a glint in his eye.

Gramps cackled. “Whippersnapper. Remember who baked those!”

Mason rejoined them, shoving his phone into his pocket. Harrison asked, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Client hit a new low, but the partners can handle it. No biggie.” Mason stood behind Harrison and massaged his shoulders. “What do you say we crack open that bottle of wine this evening?”

May 19, 2017 — Calibri

Also includes “Cocktail,” left in the comments of the May 12, 2017 Flash Fiction Friday post.

(Mason’s 3rd-person POV)

Mason sipped Harrison’s diva daiquiri and peered over the man’s shoulder. “Who are you drunk-emailing?”

“My sister. Wha’ makes you think I’m drunk?”

“Besides the fact we finished off a bottle of wine together, and you’re now on your second cocktail?” Mason landed a light kiss to Harrison’s forehead. “There’s that wacky font you’re using.”

“It’s ‘herculanum.’” Harrison giggled through his harrumph. “My sister’s done a lot for us. She deserves better than just basic ‘calibri’ or some other boring font.”

“True.” Mason sat and covered his mouth to stifle a snicker. “Use ‘Curlz MT’ to give her my love.”

May 20, 2017 — Tainted

(Mason’s 3rd-person POV)

Mason grinned as Jaxon danced around the living room to the 80s tunes Gramps had on the radio. Thankfully with better rhythm than Harrison, but unfortunately to the reverberating beat of ‘Tainted Love.’ At least it wasn’t so loud he couldn’t hear Harrison’s groan coming from the other room.

Joining his husband in the kitchen, Mason set a glass of water in front of where the man rested his head on folded arms. Mason ran his fingers through Harrison’s hair. “Headache?”

Harrison took a long drink of water before turning to Mason. “Please tell me I didn’t send that email.”

May 21, 2017 — Mud and Milk

(Harrison’s 3rd-person POV)

Harrison’s headache hadn’t entirely dissipated yet when Jaxon trotted into the kitchen. “You’ll never guess what!”

“What?” Harrison asked at the same time Mason said, “It’s not even possible to lick your own elbow?”

So of course Jaxon tried it before refocusing on his original purpose. “No. Guess what’s actually good for rubbing all over your skin.”

“Coconut oil,” Mason replied. Harrison choked back a laugh, remembering another use they’d found for the stuff.

“No!” Jaxon said. “Well, I don’t know. I mean mud and milk. So, I was thinking—”

“Not a chance, kiddo, but nice try,” Mason said.

May 22, 2017 — Booked

(Harrison’s 3rd-person POV)

“So, Jaxon’s talk about mud facials and milk baths got me thinking.” Mason plopped onto the sofa next to Harrison.

Harrison perked up and hiked his eyebrows. “Yeah? Maybe a spa day?”

“You got it.” Mason leaned in for a light kiss. “I booked us for this afternoon. I talked to Gramps. He’ll take Jaxon to see that Diary of a Wimpy Kid movie and play a round of mini-golf.”

“Awesome. I needed a relaxing day, and I imagine Gramps is thrilled at the idea of a little one-on-one with Jaxon.”

“You should’ve seen him grinning when I suggested it!”

May 23, 2017 — Leave Me

(Harrison’s 3rd-person POV)

Harrison dropped bonelessly onto the bench in the sauna. “Best massage ever.”

“Same here,” Mason agreed. “Dude didn’t leave me with even the slightest bit of tension anywhere in my muscles.”

“I feel like a limp cat someone could throw over their shoulder.” Harrison ran his thumb across Mason’s palm. “This has been a great trip.”

“It has.” Mason lifted Harrison’s hand and kissed his fingers. “A perfect mix of family, fun, and relaxation.”

“One more day until we head home. Made any progress convincing Gramps to move in with us?”

“My hope is this afternoon with Jaxon will help.”

May 24, 2017 — Can Opener

(Harrison’s 3rd-person POV)

When Harrison and Mason opened the front door, Jaxon ran out of the kitchen with a huge smile on his face. “I helped make dinner!”

“I’ll bet,” Mason said. “Daddy always says you’re such a great helper.”

“Remember, I helped bake you a rainbow birthday cake?”

“I do! It was yummy and beautiful at the same time.”

“I got to turn the crank on the can opener because Gramps’ hands hurt when he does it, but not mine.”

Mason turned sad eyes toward Harrison. Harrison nodded. “I’ll talk to him. Maybe he’s holding back, thinking he’d be intruding on us.”

May 25, 2017 — A Toy

(Mason’s 3rd-person POV)

“Also, Gramps said you gave him too much money for just the movie and mini-golf, so he said we could go to the store and buy a toy. I got a Groot. It’s really cool.” Jaxon bounced with excitement and reached for Mason’s hand. “Come on, it’s in the kitchen. I’ll show you.”

“Hold on a bit.” Mason patted the cushion next to him on the sofa. “Daddy’s talking to Gramps. Let’s give them a few more minutes before joining them.”

“’Cause we want Gramps to come live with us, right?”

Mason nodded. “You’d like that?”

“Yeah. I love Gramps.”

May 26, 2017 — Congrats

Also includes “Universally,” left in the comments of the May 19, 2017 Flash Fiction Friday post.

(Mason’s 3rd-person POV)

Mason stood and glanced at Jaxon. “Okay, let’s go in.” He set his jaw and channeled Lizzy Bennett with the thought, it’s a truth universally acknowledged that a man faced with losing his independence will hold onto it with all his might.

But, they didn’t intend to strip Gramps of his freedom. He was far from helpless. But he was lonely, and more and more could use some help. Hopefully, Harrison was making headway.

Mason’s knees buckled at the sight of the huge smile on Harrison’s face. Gramps turned and winked. “Congrats, your softhearted husband finally talked me into it.”

May 27, 2017 — Hey, Ho!

(Mason’s 3rd-person POV)

Hey, ho!” Mason cheered. “Gramps, I promise you won’t regret it.”

“Yay!” Jaxon bounced and ran to Gramps and hugged him. “How soon before you move in with us?”

“We’ve already worked that out,” Harrison said. “We’ll use our last day here tomorrow helping Gramps sort out and box up what he wants to keep and bring to Minneapolis. We’ll book another seat on our flight, and he’ll bring a couple suitcases with him. The boxes we’ll ship, and hire someone to deal with the rest.”

Gramps nodded. “I figured a ripping off the Band-Aid fast approach might be best.”

May 28, 2017 — No. 4C

(Mason’s 3rd-person POV)

“Got it done.” Mason placed his laptop on the coffee table and looked at Gramps. “The flight wasn’t full. For now, you’re in seat No. 4C, but when we get there I’d like for either Harrison or I to switch with you.”

“See, that’s what I don’t want to do—interfere with your family,” Gramps said.

Harrison placed a hand on Gramps’ knee. “You are part of our family. Accommodating needs is not ‘interfering.’”

Please, Gramps.” Jaxon turned on his patented “cow eyes” expression. “But, I want to sit next to you on the plane.”

Gramps cackled. “Clearly, I’m outmaneuvered.”

May 29, 2017 — Pack Your Bags

(Mason’s 3rd-person POV)

Boxes full of Gramps’ belongings that had special meaning to him were stacked in the living room. Mason hefted suitcases up from the basement storage room. Harrison, Gramps, and Jaxon were sprawled on the sofa taking a much-deserved break.

“I’ll order us some pizza for dinner,” Mason said. “Then we’ll clear the clothes and stuff you’re taking on the plane off your bed and pack your bags.”

“Yay for pizza!” Jaxon cried.

“Sounds perfect.” Harrison turned to Gramps. “I hope you’re not too sad about leaving here.”

“Not as sad as I would’ve been waving goodbye to you three tomorrow.”

May 30, 2017 — Just Sick of It

(Mason’s 3rd-person POV)

Mason settled into his seat on the airplane, turned to Gramps, and patted his hand. “So what made you finally decide to accept my offer?”

“Eh.” Gramps shrugged. “I guess I was just sick of it.”

“It?” Mason quirked an eyebrow.

“Being the last man standing. All my friends have died off or been moved into nursing homes.”

Mason shivered as a chill flickered through him. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Gramps winked and squeezed his hand. “It’s better than the alternative, right? And I’ve still got my wits and my health, and now I have you, Harrison, and Jaxon.”

May 31, 2017 — I Almost Forgot

(Harrison’s 3rd-person POV)

“There!” Harrison smoothed a hand over the homemade quilt he’d spread over Gramps’ bed. “Does it feel like you’re settled in, now?”

The boxes they’d shipped with Gramps’ belongings had arrived today, and they’d had fun finding places for each of his treasures throughout the house. “It feels like home.” Gramps grinned, and one of his trademark chortles escaped him. “Thank you. I almost forgot how to laugh, then you three swooped in and reminded me.”

The back door slammed open and Jaxon shouted. “Gramps! You’ve got to come and see! You’ll never guess what! We have fossils here, too!”

The End!

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