Tag Archives: Friday Fictioneer

When I See the Music Bloom

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PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala

The talk show host leveled her eyes at him in her famous “I gotcha” stare.

“You just broke the hearts of millions with this announcement, and I know the question on all of their minds, ‘why her?’  You have to admit, she’s not much to look at and is, to be honest, common.”

“I’m common…” he said.

She laughed.  “You?  The biggest heartthrob in Hollywood?”

He shrugged. “I looked into her eyes and saw the garden in her soul, the music in her heart.  She looked into mine and saw the real me.”

“You’re a poet?”

“When I’m with her…”

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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 ©Anshu Bhojnagarwala.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

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I ain’t No Tony Hillerman

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

It was a desolate, out-of-the-way corner of a desolate, out-of-the-way town. The dusty car had Missouri plates. It was obvious that it had gotten there on all back roads, over the mountains, and hadn’t been on the highway.  Pete guessed that they had used only cash.

The shifty eyed man, obviously hiding a gun, had a death grip on the woman’s elbow.  She gave Pete a quick, frightened, “help me” look.

Playing the “Dumb Indian”, he signaled his boy.

Jim stopped by later to thank him for the tip.

Wounded in the shootout, the woman was back with her family.

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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 PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

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Tony Hillerman wrote a series of books from the area of the country where the photo was taken, in the heart of The Navajo Nation.  Jim Chee is a fictional member of the Navajo police force in some of the books. I’m not saying “Jim” in my story is the same, but…

A Rose By Any Other Name…

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Carol was deep into her makeup routine when she noticed Mark behind her in the mirror.  He smiled when he caught her eye.

“Gilding the roses, I see.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, mister, and the phrase is lilies, not roses.”

Mark’s smile widened. “But roses are so much more beautiful, like you, sweetie, and so need that gold edge even less.”

“Have you made the reservations?”

“Chez One-Months-Paycheck?  Yes.”

“Go get your suit on.  We need to go soon.”

Mark grumbled as he left the bathroom.

“Don’t blame me,” Carol said. “I wasn’t the one who forgot our anniversary.”

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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 PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

Hive Mentality

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

The place buzzed with activity.  Everyone was on a mission, working harder than I had ever seen.

What had changed in the six months that I had been at our field office in Dubuque?  Headquarters was known for being a bit laid back, lax even.  They kept an easy pace.

Now it was different.

And it wasn’t that they were working harder, everything was coordinated. The employees seemed to be dancing as they moved around the building, acting as a single organism. Hive mentality at its best.

I first noticed the antenna on Jeff.

And then I saw the nest.

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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 PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

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So the first thing I saw was the hornets’ nest and the first thing I thought was that this building looks like a giant, stone annex to that nest, so the rest was filling in the blanks….

No Longer Fun

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PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala

“I got it, let’s tell scary stories, the way we did when we were kids!”

Sue gave Derek a dirty look while Bob just stared into the fire.

“Come on guys, you are just so boring.”

“What are you going to do, tell the one about the Claw?” Sue spit the words out.

“I’m sorry, I’m just so tired of sitting here doing nothing I thought you might want to try something different.”

“Those stories were more fun when we were kids, back in ’52,” Sue said.

Bob looked up, “Yeah, before the Claw killed us, before we were ghosts.”

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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 PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

Roadside Attraction

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PHOTO PROMPT © Renee Heath

The tourists were all pasty faced and out of shape, sweating in the sun, fanning themselves with programs.  Jim scowled. Not many this time.

His great-grandfather had opened in the early 1950s as people began to explore the West and wanted to have an “authentic” experience.  The show, unchanged since then right down to the stupid teepee, was all about expectations from those first few tourists and had nothing to do with authenticity.

The actors entered dancing, whooping and drumming.

The tourists clapped, as always. How Jim resented them. He wanted to quit, but a buck was still a buck.

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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 ©Renee Heath.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

Family Myths and Legends

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Grandpa always had the best tall tales about his youth.  With his perfect sense of timing they were knee-slapping, side-splitting hilarious in a way that most professional comedians would envy.  That one about how he got his limp, man, the joy ride from Hell!  His eyes always lit up on that one.

After the funeral I took a hike in those woods that featured in so many of his stories.  I could imagine them as if I was there.

And then I saw it.

The Car.

Right where he said it would be.

I laughed so hard the tears flowed.

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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“.

Not a Rip Off of C & H ;)

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Quit charging around the house!  If you have to run, go outside and play!

I don’t care if I told you to stay in when it rains.  Yes, I did say that you’d catch pneumonia and die.  But that was then, this is now.

You brought the wagon into the house!?!  That’s an outside toy!  Bring it out immediately.  No, not down the st…

Honey, you know that glass door at the bottom of the stairs?  Can you take a look?  I think it’s broken.

And call the police – when that boy comes inside, I may kill him…

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(Yes, I should have stopped it after “I think it’s broken”, but I had enough words left over, so…. ;)   And of course I wasn’t ripping Calvin and Hobbes, no, not at all ;) )

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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“.

 

Return of the Prodigal

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PHOTO PROMPT © Priya Bajpal

“I think that all of the talk of the disruption Jerry would cause if he came home is a tempest-in-a-teapot.  We should welcome our son with open arms.”

Mother shook her head.  “I don’t know.”

“Tempest-in-a-teapot?” Em asked.

“It’s just an expression, dear.”

The little girl contemplated her father a moment then left.

“Where’s she off to now?”

Father shrugged.

Ten minutes later Em returned with a Mason jar full of confetti and a festive noise maker sticking through a hole in the top.

“What’s that?”

“Not a tempest-in-a-teapot, I want a party in jar for my brother!”

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Word count = 98 (cheating ;) )

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

The Brave Journey

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PHOTO PROMPT © Russell Gayer

The sun beat down, making the smallest act a misery of heat and pain.  We had been crossing the trackless prairie forever, but it seemed to be coming to an end.  The Black Hills I heard them called.  We would no longer be as conspicuous, but the more mountainous area could hide entire warbands.  One of our goals was to avoid the wrath of the native Sioux population.  But the mountains offered no relief, they…

“Honey, we’ll be at Mt. Rushmore in a few minutes, OK?”

“Ah, Mom, can’t we go back to the Badlands and see some more dinosaurs?”

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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 ©Russell Gayer.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

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The journey was brave because they were cooped up in a car with a hyperactive six year old ;)