Flash Fiction Writing Prompt: Miscalculation

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6 thoughts on “Flash Fiction Writing Prompt: Miscalculation”

  1. The road-hauliers took three hours getting through Parker Crossing, the low-loader wedging itself between two hydrants that couldn’t be removed. The switchback at Snape Heights took another hour and a half. There was traffic re-routed through Paxville, Hastings and Grantnorton, as the mid-morning lull passed until the city was in gridlock while Digital World’s latest consignment for Kat Brooks passed through.

    It was ridiculous, to be honest. Although Ms Brooks was adamant her new lens was a must buy.

    “Have you any idea,” I said, waving my phone close to her face, “how much disruption your hobby has caused the local community?”

    “S’not a hobby. It’s a vocation,” Ms Brooks replied, pointing her camera, a Canon with a smaller fixed lens at the teamsters who were still arguing about the best to go through town. Hiatt West Woods Way had been the obvious choice, its long straights and the wide junction at Pilburry and 7th making it the quickest way across the south of the city. But they’d not figured on the fire truck that had almost broadsided it, slewing off the highway and getting wedged in the entry into the mall. “And it’s at times like this you need a good photo-journalist,” she continued, “recording events the public needs to know about.”

    “But,” I stammered, “what do you need such a long lens for? Explain that, Ms Brooks.”

    Kat shrugged and gave a grin. “I’ve a hankering to take moon shots. And it’s a long, long way away, right?”

  2. Title: Piece of Cake

    “Piece of Cake” is what they kept telling me. “No Problemo,” “Easy Peasy,” “Take it to the Bank”…and how do I tell the people at the observatory that they will have to come to the parking lot to do their work?

    It all looked good on paper, and I bought it. I left my boss a voice message that he needed to come to the plant when he had a chance. That would give me enough time to skedaddle. I had twenty years in, and could collect my pension. We have a nice place in the country, and it was looking better and better each minute.

    It was going to look even funnier, going down the road, one truck going forward and the other backwards. I hope Kat, the newspaper girl, doesn’t hear about this and put it on the front page.
    So, what if I didn’t finish in the top 75% of my engineering class, there are presidents who didn’t either. My marks helped scale the class results. Maybe I should alter my resume when I get home.

    They were going to study the stars, now they can zoom in on the sunbathers on the Riviera. You have to look at the bright side of things, is what Ma always said. I should have stuck with playing the guitar. I think I still have my Dad’s number.

    I spotted the blonde lady running toward me – “Mister O’Brien, they’re towing your car.”

    Time to call Uber.

  3. Gotta Roll

    “I’m running late, Margie.”

    “Olivia, get out of the bathroom. Say goodbye to your father.”

    “She isn’t listening, sweetie. Look, I‘ll call before I cross the line. Maybe she’ll be in a better frame of mind?”

    “Right. As if that’s going to happen. She’s fifteen, got more minds than an anthill has ants. And none of them are even close to being civil.”

    “Okay, then. I’ll give it another shot. A quick shot.”

    “Forget it. She’s dug in. If you don’t get on the road on time, she’ll claim victory.”

    “It’s just bloody pipe. That’s all it is. A delivery. I’m not building the damn pipeline. If I don’t deliver it, some other road hog will. Others are. An army of truckers. Working round the clock. Most of it to put food on the table. Keep sane.”

    “You don’t have to convince me, Dave. Hon, I’m on your side. Our side. Survival’s side. First our family needs to survive…then the planet. In that order.”

    “Sure. I know. Kee-rist, I can’t be always thinking about this. You know, careening down the highway, you have to have an unclouded mind. Lately, I keep hearing her screaming at me. ‘Save the Planet!’ ‘Water is Sacred!’ ‘P is for Peace, NOT Pipeline!’ It’s driving me nuts.”

    “Calm down. Take a breath. That’s it. Now, you get going. I’ll sit her down, explain the facts of life to her.”

    “Love ya.”

    “Me too. Bye.”

    *******

    “Livy. Dad’s gone. Let’s get to the rally.”

  4. MISCALCULATION
    J.J. Cunis

    Ed Healy, Mall General Manager, was pissed but somewhat amused as he approached the aberration he saw in his lot. He radioed Jim the lot attendant out by the highway. “Jim! You mind telling me how the Green Giant’s sex toy ended up in my lot! The mall’s opening soon.”

    “Ehhh, miscalculation?”

    “Whattt!?”

    “The driver asked if he could turn his rig around. Says he took the wrong exit. I guess he miscalculated the hump.” Jim snickered.

    “You trying to be funny?”

    “No, you’re the one who called it a Green Giant sex toy …”

    “Where’s the guy now?”

    “Re-calculating? I don’t know. He’s probably callin’ someone. Did you look in the cab?”

    Ed got out of his car and donned his hard hat. Why? He didn’t really know. It wasn’t like he was going to try and push the damn thing off the hump. He was hoping to look more officious and intimidating. He opened the door of the cab and saw the driver sweating profusely furiously tapping numbers into his cell phone.

    “I need this rig out of my lot … soon,” said Ed calmly.

    “Yes sir, I’m doing my best to get someone,” said the driver now in a panic.

    Ed considered this and asked, “What the hell is that damn thing anyway?”

    “Sir, it’s a piece of the launch tower for the Space-X rocket.”

    Ed said “Hmm,” and looked up to the sky and wondered if he should be wearing his hard hat more often.

  5. They stand on the fairgrounds amongst the various themed decorations staring at a large beige pipe sticking out of the ground.

    “It should be green,” George says.

    “What do you mean?” Harry responds.

    “The pipe, it should be green.”

    “It’s no big deal. No one will notice.”

    “I think you underestimate the audience.”

    Perturbed, Harry says, “Look! They asked for a large pipe to be delivered here and that’s what they got. Besides, you really think anyone will care about the color of a pipe when so much celebrating is going on.”

    “They’re celebrating a game that changed everything. It’s important to them. People will notice.”

    “It’s just a decoration.”

    “All the other pipes are green.”

    “I was told to deliver a pipe. Not to paint it green.”

    “You should have asked for more details.”

    Harry can’t believe he’s still having this conversation, “All this hassle because an Italian plumber fell down a drain and rescued a princess. It’s pathetic the way people go nuts over it.”

    They stare at the beige pipe sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the other decorations.

    “It should be green,” George says.

    Throwing up his hands Harry walks away, “I give up.”

    ####

    Later on in George’s life he found himself looking back on this moment thinking, “Whether it was bad management on Harry’s part or just incompetence that brought about his business’s demise no one really knows. Me, personally, . . . I think it’s because he pissed-off a bunch of gamers.”

  6. I told them the Tower of Dreams cannot by moved by mere mortals. It was installed by the Sky Gods and must remain at the sacred site. But do they ever listen to an old woman? I may be the only one alive who remembers the story of the Sky Gods bringing the Tower to the holy hill. They told our wise leaders that they would return when the Tower called them.

    Legend teaches us that dreamers who spend the night inside will experience true dreams of future events. I never told my youthful Tower nightmare to anyone – my dream of the Tower’s removal and the worldwide destruction that followed. But now, 70 years later, they have discovered some precious mineral inside the hill. So they knocked down the Tower and started to haul it away.

    I watch in horror as my long ago dream begins to unfold. The trucks are stuck on a bulge in the roadway. The drivers have no idea that the Sky Gods will be raining fire and brimstone upon them within minutes.

    I tried my best to warn them. Now I must hasten to my secret shelter to wait out the coming disaster.

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