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The Mysterious Guest

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PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

Mrs. Hall entered the guest room. Susan was correct, the place was a pigsty.

Mrs. Hall hadn’t seen the guest, Griffin, in days.  Griffin was the most exasperating of men!  He could be kind, when it suited him. But he was much more wont to violence.

She thought he was at least tidy. Until now. The room was strewn with discarded clothing and medical bandages.  There were piles of books, some open. Her books!

Henry James’ latest, The Ambassadors, was open, its spine creased. Livid, Mrs. Hall grabbed it.

“Please put the book down, Mrs. Hall,” Griffin, the invisible man, said.

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OK, it looked like those reading glasses were floating in front of the book, which I think is The Ambassadors.  The problem, of course, is that The Invisible Man was published a half a dozen years before The Ambassadors.  Oh well, maybe Griffin was still around in 1903. Of course, since H. G. Wells is involved, maybe he used the Time Machine ;)

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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“.

Report #732VTX891

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PHOTO PROMPT © Penny Gadd

To Headquarters:

We have infiltrated the subject’s room.  Subject is a child of the dominant species.  If we can get a spore into its ear, we should be able to enter the brain and take over the subject’s thoughts.  We can then use the subject to destroy this invasive species.

The subject just entered room with a small mammal called a “cat”.  We will wait until it sleeps.

The subject left but the small mammal remains.

The “cat” is approaching.

What is it doing?

Hey, get out of here! Scat!

Yuck, that is disgusting!

Headquarters, requesting reassignment to the Amazon.

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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 © Penny Gadd.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

The View from 35,000 Feet

PHOTO PROMPT © Linda Kreger

Marge watched Dave as he watched the US slip by.

Tammy had died instantly and Bill left in a wheelchair.  The gang gathered from the corners of the globe to pay their respects.

Just the gang sat with Bill after the wake, not speaking a word.

But Dave brought up camping in Oregon.

“Tammy helped me when I fell.  She said she will always have my back.”

Everyone nodded.

“Let’s go for a walk.”

Marge smiled at the memory, a tear in her eye.

How they had laughed as they showed Bill they still had his, and each other’s, back!

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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 © Linda Kreger.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

Welcome Home

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

My eyes, once adjusted to the dark, were assaulted by the mix of bright teal and dingy diner red.  The hokey orca and great white on the wall were far older than the current shark craze.

“Sit where you want, hon,” A female voice called out.

The table, though clean, had obviously been there since the early 1940s, or perhaps was a refugee from an ancient railcar diner.

Recognizing a few faces half seen in the dim light, I smiled as I took my seat.

After six years living in the tourist town, I had finally found the local hangout.

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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“.

The Celebrated Barbecue-off of Cook County

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PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields

I talked to an old man in my quest to find Don Optner.

“I know Jim Opnter.”

“No, I want Don.”

“Claimed he made the best barbecue, period.  Grew his own herbs and such and it was awfully good.”

“Don is…”

“He set up the Cook County Barbecue-off.  Had three Weber grills running and a tent.  Hoped to make a fortune.  People came from all over.

“A stranger had a pretty good sauce, worrying Don.

“Don went back for more herbs and some kids destroyed his setup with a firehose.  Said it was rain.

“And then….”

I left him, mid-sentence.

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A maybe not so successful attempt at a parody of a parody, The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County.  Why Weber grills?  Look up the short story and the frog’s name ;) OK, Weber, Webster, a little different…

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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“.

Big Jim

PHOTO PROMPT © Randy Mazie

Big Jim.  Hez da brains of our operashun.  Hez smart.

Me an’ Nukkles set up shop, see.  Kep low and make shur you ain’t kausin’ suspishun Big Jim sed.

Da place was abandoned an’ boarded up.  Nukkles wanted too B shur, so he painted No Trespassing on the side.

Nukkles ain’t the brightest bulb, see?  We had The Nife rite it down. We wanted it would look good.  But Nukkles wote No Tressrassing.

The cops took us away an our later.

We gave dem Big Jims address.

The cops laft.  It was City Hall.

Big Jim.  Hez da brains, alrite.

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Sorry, I hope the accent isn’t too annoying ;)

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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 © Randy Mazie.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

The Final Post

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

This will make great story that the folk back East will eat up.  Famed aviator lost on the north pole.

Shut up, Will, I don’t need your wit now, I need your eyes.

Sure thing, Wiley.

There’s a good size settlement on that lagoon.  We’ll put her down her and get directions.  We’ll be off in no time and to Point Barrow before you know it, just watch.

You can’t just find it on the map and figure out our position?  Do we have to land?  Or do you call it “watering” in a seaplane, not “landing”?

We’ll be fine.

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On August 15, 1935, humorist, vaudeville actor, movie star, newspaper columnist and perhaps the most famous entertainer of his day, Will Rogers, was flying with famed aviator Wiley Post between Fairbanks and Point Barrow, Alaska.  They put the seaplane down just 20 miles south of their destination to ask directions.  The plane fell nose down just after takeoff, instantly killing both men.

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Word count = 100 (not including history lesson.)

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“.

 

The Young Tourists

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

This is our stop.

Are you sure?

Of course.  Look – there it is!

That ruined castle on the hill?

It looks like ruins to you.  That’s just so curious Muggles can’t find it.

But we’re….

Shhhh.

I don’t know.  It doesn’t look like the movies.

Of course not.  Hollywood changed it all and everything.  Need to keep the tourists away.

Like us?  We’re not wanted.

Don’t worry, I have a plan…  Let’s go.

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Aren’t they cute?

Yeah, like the thousands of others since Harry Potter.

You’re just being cranky.

Right.  Hurry, nobody’s looking, let’s say the spell and enter.

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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 © Sandra Crook.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

See No Evil

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

The bagels that greeted the fresh-stepping crowds gave their spot to hotdogs for a quick lunch, which were replaced by burritos, squishy supper eaten by an evening crowd on their way to drinks.   Now it is hot pretzels and empty streets.  The city that never sleeps must just be dozing.

She sits alone, trusting the lighted square.

“Guess who,” I say, covering her eyes.

“You’re late, Gregg,” she says.

“You guessed wrong.”

I cover her mouth and drag her to the dark.

The vendor sells his first pretzel in hours.  Gregg?

Somewhere the bagelman prepares his cart for the 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 © Roger Bultot.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

A Spark Across the Generation Gap

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

“In my day we were Switched On. Turned on, tuned in and dropped out, that was us.  Your mother’s generation was just Wired.”

“Ha!”

“You stay out of this.”

“Right, Ma.”

“And I think your generation is Plugged In, what, with all of your Internet shenanigans and all.”

“Oh Grams, wires and plugging in is so 20th century!  Sheeze, anything but Plugged In.”

“So, what is your generation?”

“Free floating!”

“Hmmm.”

“Her generation is just plain Disconnected.”

“Mooooom!”

“More Zombified, if you ask me.”

“Grams!”

“Perhaps they’re… Hello? Are you listening?”

“She’s texting a friend.”

“Zombified.”

“I agree, Ma, Zombified.”

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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“.