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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“.

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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 Return of Hope

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PHOTO PROMPT © Valerie J. Barrett

Momma made sure Poppa looked good, even ironing his faded work shirt.  He drank his “tea”, really some dandelion greens soaked in hot water, as she fussed about him.

“Now yous show ‘em what you ‘ave.”

It had been a hard year.  The heat and drought of last summer made for a lean winter, then the cold, wet spring has made it impossible to plant on time.  We all counted on this interview.

Long before I’d been born, Poppa worked in the Power Plant.  Now, after more than a dozen dark years, theys a gonna be turning it on again.

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(Not sure if the post apocalyptic vibe came through…)

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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 © Valerie J. Barrett.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

Watching the Suns Set

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Photo by PHOTO PROMPT © Ceayr

“One, two, three – what do I see?” My words were slurred.  “Four, five, six – stucco instead of bricks.”

Home for Spring Break, I found myself in front of number 456.

I had never seen a person there nor a light on. Ever.  Who took care of the flowers?  I was about to find out.

I took another sip from the flask before daring the stairs.

I reached the top.  The mystery of “Malibu Home in Minnesota” was about to be solved.

Inside seemed normal at first.  Out of the windows I could see the suns set over the mountains.

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OK, I get the hint.  This is part 2 of my FF story, though I hope it can be read as a standalone as well…

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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“.

Out of Place

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ceayr

As a kid I always wondered about number 345. Oddly enough, it sat between 337 and 351, as if an entire block was missing.  But that was just the start.

Old number 345 was a typical Mediterranean Revival with bold turquoise shutters, a tile roof and adobe walls.  My sister Karen joked that Malibu Barbie lived there.

It was a bit out of place in northern Minnesota.

The flowering plants were great, particularly when it was 20 below zero.

I thought perhaps when the owners moved house, they did it literally.

Of course the truth is far stranger than that.

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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“.

Another Day in Paradise

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PHOTO PROMPT © Susan Eames

Yeah, Ma, things have really changed since I’ve been here.  These cruise ships now are larger than major cities and are filled with phone-zombies.  You know the type.  Surrounded by beauty and all they see is a screen.  Occasionally they’ll take selfies with their phones, but other than that it is all texts, Twitter, Twatter, and Whatnot.

Everybody is constantly on their mobiles, and I mean everybody.

Wait a minute Ma, someone is shouting at me.

Sorry, gotta go.  I was climbing a tree to get a tourist some coconuts when I called.  Yeah, I’ll post the coconuts on Instagram.

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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 © Susan Eames.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

The End of Innocence

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

The kids’d a been looking forward to the party for ages.

Got em dressed in their finest and had em outside to play games and drink the last of the soda while Derek packed up what he could and destroyed the rest.  They weren’t getting our things, no way!

“Fireworks for your birthday,” I said when the sky lit up and the ground shook.  The kids clapped at each new blast, but I could tell they were getting closer.

“Going to Nana’s,” I lied as we got in the car.

No going back, I thought as I stroked Em’s hair.

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

Escape

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Sitting in front of a lane, watching the water, made the memories flood back.

I was too short for basketball, didn’t have the hand-eye coordination for baseball and hated football.  That made me a zero in school.

But I found the swim team.

I discovered that I was a fish.  I won often, but the kids at school didn’t care.  There were no cheer rallies for the swim team.

It didn’t matter.  When I was in the water, I was free.

The aid lifted my war-wracked and broken body into the pool.

I once more was a fish and free.

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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“.

Field Reports

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PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

Day 4

It is difficult to go anywhere and not see signs of what was the dominate species.  Everywhere you look abandoned structures liter the landscape.  Their population had collapsed seemingly overnight about a century before we arrived.  Did any survive?

Day 9

Studying artifacts, we are piecing together their final days, but no living specimens found.

Day 24

Conclusive evidence proves they are extinct.  In the last century of their existence they drove tens of thousands of other species to extinction, they filled their seas with artificial materials and changed their climate.  They could have stopped it.  Good riddance.

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