Tag Archives: Friday Fictioneer

The More Things Change, the More…

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PHOTO PROMPT @ A. Noni Mouse

Ah, summer.  The morning sun could actually reach deep into the canyon street to find the window to my claustrophobic kitchen.  The one bit of green in my life loved it, but my eyes burned.

The loud music that played half the night continued to echo in my ears.

I sat down for breakfast.  The neighbors on the right were already fighting.

I pictured my beautiful coastal house.

It was now under water.

As was my childhood home.

I still missed the farm.

The air conditioning kicking on pulled me out of my reverie.

It would be another hot day.

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Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © A. Noni Mouse. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

Delayed Green

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PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehudah

Whoa, hotrod, cool that engine!  Yeah, I know it’s been a while and you’re feeling frisky, but we don’t want an accident here, do we? Live in the moment, and see the now, not the destination, OK? Good things come to those who wait, as they say.  No reason to rush it. No hurry. Let’s just enjoy idling here for a moment as we wait for the light to change and ease into it when the time is right.  No stress. Yeah, that’s it, we’ll find the rhythm and… Wait, what just happened?  What?  You popped the clutch and stalled?

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Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Na’ama Yehudah. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

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Yeah, the leaves are turning red, so the green is delayed ;)

More seriously, there are a few intersections around here were people accelerate on yellow (very common) and people start moving as the other direction turns red, causing at least one fatal accident a year.  “Delayed Green” helps, but the cars running the red lights figure it out and so trust their luck even more, and the accidents still happen…

Eggs in a Row

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Todd Foltz

Gramp nodded at the assorted tools and materials.

“Looks good, Timmy, but go over the list and directions one more time, just to be sure.”

“But Grandpa, I’ve done it a million times.”

Grandpa smiled. Nothing is as impatient as a 10-year-old boy.

“I know, but remember, measure twice, cut once – we need to be sure you have all your eggs in a row.”

“Don’t you mean ducks?”

Grandpa frowned.

“Nope, eggs.  The project is in the embryo stage.”

Timmy just stared.

Grandpa laughed.

“In other words, don’t go counting your ducks before they hatch.” Grandpa winked.  “Let’s get started.”

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Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Todd Foltz. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

This Old House

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“I’m sorry, I’m busy all day today.  After mowing and trimming, I have to clean the gutters.  There’s supposed to be a wicked storm this week and you know I told about the mess last time it rained.”

“This week the gutters, last week putting out mulch, the week before fixing your kitchen sink, the week before that…”

“I know, I know.  Sigh.  I’ll eventually have a free day.”

“That old house sure keeps you busy.  It’s been months, years, since you’ve had any time…”

“Tell me about it.”

“Why did you buy it, anyway?”

“For the freedom it affords.”

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Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

The Clue

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

We all cringed when Maley opened the crumbled paper found with the body and tasted some of the crumbs.

He walked away, phone against face.  I could see him nodding.  In a few minutes he came back.

“Our Fast Food Killer made a mistake this time,” he said.

“What?” I asked.

“The perp was at Deckards at 7:30 PM last night.  We have him on security camera and a license number.  Quick look up, and bingo.”

“You got that from a crumb?”

“He used a McDonald’s mustard.  I was there at 7:30 and saw it.  Taste confirmed.  It’s our man.”

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Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Ted Strutz. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

…And Then the Analogy Fell Flat

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PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart

“Just a few dollars more.  If I had a small raise, I would be able to catch up.”

Jack shook his head.

No, he couldn’t afford it.

He popped over to Orinoco and looked at his humongous wish list with a sigh.

This was getting him nowhere.

He tried to move to the news site, but ended up looking at the latest risqué photos of Sharon Shaiplee.  What he’d give to… Damn.

*

Trent scratches his head.

“How in the world am I going to fit the analogy about rising from the muck of everyday life to bloom into this story?”

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Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © David Stewart. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

The muse did not love me today.  I got zero.  So I tried to force a story using the idea of a lotus blossom, and all of the significance of it, as an analogy.  I still got nothing ;)

And yes, the Orinoco is a great river in South America, just like that other river that begins with an “A” ;)

The Last Band

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PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

The bands had played all night and I was about to fall asleep between performances, but the energy level was rising with the sun.

“Have you ever been so wet and cold in your life?” the woman next to me asked out of nowhere.

“No, nor as muddy.”

“I have mud in places I never knew existed.  It’ll take a three-day bath to get clean…”

I was about to say something inappropriate when the strains of the Star-Spangled Banner rang out in glorious distorted tones.

We both raised our cameras to get  pictures of Jimi and his Band of Gypsies.

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Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © CEAyr. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

 

Cruise, June 2020

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PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields

I had been sitting in my car for what seemed ages when I received the text.  The parking lot was at least 50 acres and it took ten minutes to reach the door.

“The South Pacific!  Great choice.”

I was led to huge room.  The floor was covered in sand.  I could feel the humid heat before I even entered.

After an hour of lounging in the fragrant breeze with a cocktail, listening to a recording of surf and staring at a giant photo of the islands, I was told my time was up.

“Don’t forget your souvenir hat, sir!”

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Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Jan Wayne Fields. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

Note – The islands have all been closed, no visitors at all.  Most have not seen the virus and want to keep it that way.

Rookie Mistake…

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

First experience backpacking, I take it….

How did you know?

Lucky guess…  What’d you think of the trail?

It was a bear! Harder than expected.

I’m sure it was.  You know it gets harder as we climb higher into the mountains, don’t you?

Harder?! Wow, it was tough enough already.

I’m sure it was.  Uhm, how did you even carry that thing, let alone lug it all this way?

As I said, it wasn’t easy, but I can’t imagine being without it.

Yeah…

I mean, a man has to eat, right?

Uhm…

So, where do I plug in the fridge?

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Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

Now What?!

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

“It is pretty, though…”

Mark growled something, then returned to the kitchen.

They had been closed for months, watching the bills had stack up.

When the approval for their grand reopening came, they went all out.  It would be a fabulous evening!  With a $200 a plate prix-fixe menu, they could recover some of their losses.  It wasn’t a surprise that even at that price, they had a mile long waiting list within an hour.

And the day had finally arrived!

Who would have imagined that an out-of-season snow storm would close all of the roads? The cancellations poured in.

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Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Dale Rogerson. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.