Mr. Tomato (Flash Fiction)

Mr. Tomato (434 word Flash Fiction)
One of the more interesting, intriguing aspects of office social protocol is the farewell lunch.  This mandatory social interaction affords time for disparate workers to break bread, to say farewell to a departing comrade, and more importantly give stick figure supervisors a chance to say a few words that express complete ignorance about the human being that’s being feted. Today’s guest of honor is Toby, a guy who spent few minutes actually talking to his fellow workmates.  In fact, the only time Toby took the time to converse was last week.

Toby stood sternly in the middle of the office break room and voiced a short worded sentence to each person who entered, “Someone took my tomato!” Yes, Toby’s tomato had disappeared from the frig, and Toby was distraught.  Poor Toby would soon learn that the tomato of his dreams had been tossed in the trash because it had reached the end of its usefulness. Mr. Tomato had taken on the appearance of the plague, and the bittersweet aroma of, well a cross between…you get the idea.

So, you ask, how did Mr. Tomato get to this sorry state of affairs.  Like many food items brought to work, the tomato was placed in the frig with good intentions; nonetheless it was swiftly blocked from view by an assortment of bottles and lunch bags.  Thus, Toby forgot about the tomato until six days past post-mortem when, as he was heading to the food court, he realized he had a tomato in the frig.

Now Toby stood in the breakroom accusing each of us of ‘killing’ his tomato.  Little did Toby know of the ins and outs of ‘office fun;’ nor how the participants of the office pool tried to keep his tomato on life support until some lucky person correctly guessed the day the tomato would be missed by Toby.  But as I said, Toby noticed the absence of his vegetable days after Mr. Tomato had bit the dust.  Doug was declared the winner, and savored the fresh coffee paid for by the winner’s purse, all of $3.00.

Well, Mr. Tomato was last week, and(Mr. Tomato (© Steven S. Walsky, 2015, is a work of fiction adapted from Through a Stranger’s Eyes, © Steven S. Walsky, 2005.) although Toby was still bemoaning his loss as we piled into a local restaurant, we needed to put our differences aside and assemble one and all to say goodbye to Toby.  Then, as we are only human, the group showed Toby the same office social indifference displayed at all functions; few stopped their aside conversations to talk to Toby.  Nevertheless, at least three people asked him, “Why was the tomato red?”  “Because the tomato saw the salad dressing; of course.”

(Mr. Tomato © Steven S. Walsky, 2015, is a work of fiction adapted from Through a Stranger’s Eyes, © Steven S. Walsky, 2005.)

Thoughts of Spring in February (Poetry)

Esther Newton’s Monday Motivations for February 13, 2017 was to write a story or poem on the theme ‘spring’.  Wait, spring is when March departs like a lamb! Maybe…?…Esther has a great idea…of course she does!  Since a lot of our readers are experiencing winter ‘downs’ because of snow, rain, and high winds, let’s brighten their day with spring poems.  Here are four previously composed spring poems.


S pring is a reawakening
P leasing sunshine, warmth of hearts
R ain bringing forth flowers, the budding of love
I nfinite possibilities of the future
N ights of soft moonlight
G listening stars, like lover’s eyes do shine

(SPRING, © Steven S. Walsky, 2014)

March (Poems of Winter: 2004)

March drags the days along
a slow progression
winter’s echo near
spring’s minuet playing out its contradictions
counting, marking time
a cool reception to ensuing warmth

Counting the minutes, counting the days
wisping the seconds away
lasting for the moment, shadows of doubt
fleeting so fleeting
winter’s last pout

(March (Poems of Winter: 2004), © Steven S. Walsky, 2004.)

Spring Weddings

What brings upon the dawn
so swiftly,
a Swallow’s call.
Drifting cross the field to bloom,
to yield;
pulling another’s
so quickly.
Two soft songs
now one.
Two hearts beating,
neath the tall grass,
warmed by the sun.

(Spring Weddings, © Steven S. Walsky, 2009.)

little flowers

little flowers of spring
cast your shadows upon the land
no taller than the grass
but within your blossoms life abounds

(little flowers, © Steven S. Walsky, 2013.)

Please visit Esther Newton’s blog to read the other submissions and her wonderful writing and marketing tips.

Building Blocks (“I love”)

love-bbToday’s Building Block continues the theme of the last Building Block, Licenses.  Let’s look at a verbal expression possibly impersonating actual reality: “I love.”  Over the course of our lives, and those of our characters, we ‘fall in love’ with ideas and non-human things. For example, in 1966, teenager Steve was attending the 90th Westminster Kennel Club dog show in New York City.  I ‘fell in love’ with two things. First, having been raised around the Fox Terrier dog show world, and even though a Fox Terrier won Best in Show, I ‘fell in love’ with the idea of winning Westminster with an English Setter.  Sadly, I have never fulfilled that dream.

While the Westminster show itself is still a yearly event, the second thing I ‘fell in love’ with is now history.  At 11:30 pm on Saturday night, I was introduced to a truly world class club sandwich in the Hotel Taft Tap Room; between 50th and 51st Street and Seventh Avenue, just north of Times Square.  Interestingly, in October 2012, when I mentioned the Hotel Taft and their club sandwich in a comment to a fellow WordPress blogger and author Susannah Bianchi (athingirldotcom), who lives in New York City and frequently dines out, (at the time, the Carlyle), she did not remember the Taft.  How strange?  Then I remembered that the Taft closed in the early 1980s.  Sadly the Hotel Taft and their fabulous club sandwich, which I had on several later occasions, are now a memory.  The building is now occupied by the Michelangelo Hotel.  While  ‘Michelangelo’ is an artistic name, the Taft club sandwich was truly, ‘loving’ art.

Wiki has a good definition of love: Love is a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes that ranges from interpersonal affection (“I love my mother”), to pleasure (“I loved that meal”).  It can refer to an emotion of a strong attraction and personal attachment.  It can also be a virtue representing human kindness, compassion, and affection, i.e. “the unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another”.  It may also describe compassionate and affectionate actions towards other humans, one’s self, or animals.

Think about what the following sayings say about your characters:
– “I (I’d) love to go with you.”
– “Love is a many splendid thing.”
– (Hopefully you, or your character, has not literally ) “fallen head over heels in love.”
– “I love it when…(I hear, I see, I dream, I go to, etc.)”

Think about your ‘building blocks’; we can not write without them.

And a P.S.: I did not realize when I wrote this and decided to post it today, February 13th, that this year’s Westminster Dog Show is February 11-14.