May 6, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about party hens. Who are these chickens and why do they party? Go where the prompt leads!
Hen Do
Roberta already had one too many by this point, but that’s what happens at a bachelorette party. All of her friends were dressed in silly outfits and throwing back shots in the bar.
“You know, in England, they call a bachelorette party a Hen Do.”, the young bartender commented, filling up their drinks to the brim.
“Cock-a-doodle-do, ladies!” Roberta yelled and downed the new shot of vodka.
All of the drunk women cheered and followed along with the bride to be.
“Roosters are the ones that crow by the way.”, the bartender mumbled, filling up their shot glasses again.
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6 responses to “Flash Fiction – Hen Do”
Not these Hens. They are crowing this night! I learned a fun new term, too — hen do.
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You’re welcome. My father and all of his side of the family is from England. So, when I read the prompt this was the first thing that popped in my head.
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We call it a hen’s party in Australia too. Not very flattering really. Your story is fine though.
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Thanks
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I’m thinking there’s going to be some scrambled eggs come morning. Some wishing they hadn’t done so much at the Hen Do.
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The morning after usually is filled with some regret.
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