August 1: Flash Fiction Challenge
Young Timmy held a broom horizontally and pantomimed strumming it like a guitar. He moved to the tune inside his head of the latest pop song and pretended he was playing as he wailed out the lyrics best as he could remember them. His mother came across his imaginary guitar virtuosity and beamed maternally.
“Well this is more useful than sweeping,” mother kidded.
Timmy stopped playing. “Someday I’m going to be a rock star!” he proclaimed with unrestrained, youthful enthusiasm.
“Why that’s just splendid, dear!” mother said approvingly. “So what are you going to do for a day job?”
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Robert Kirkendall 
Maybe write?
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That also requires a day job. 😀
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Nice one my friend.
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Thank you, Jerry.
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Moms can be our biggest fans and still manage to deliver a dose of reality. Fun take on the prompt!
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A dose of reality can make a nifty punchline!
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Mom’s are great, her last statement tells the little guy about the need for survival.
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Exactly!
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