Good afternoon, dear readers! Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Fictioneers. A challenge, to be sure, to tell a whole tale in 100 words or less. It is doable. Truly. I’ve been participating for over a year now. It’s a lot of fun. Our fearless leader Rochelle sends us a photo and man, you would not believe how many directions one image can take in the hands of all these diverse writers. It’s great. This week, we needs must acknowledge J. Hardy Carroll for supplying this image.
Should you wish to participate, click on Rochelle’s name for the rules and regs – truly, not complicated… A full story, beginning, middle and end in 100 words or LESS. Acknowledge the photographer and Bob’s your uncle!
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Genre: Fiction (Wishful Thinking? A girl can dream, non?)
Word count: Toujours 100 exactement
The Inheritance
The phone rang at 6:00 a.m.
“Bonjour, Monsieur Fred. Zis eez Notaire Bluteau from France. Your great oncle Tom ‘as passed away and you are ze sole beneficiary”.
“Me? Uncle Tom lived in France?”
“Oui, oui, Monsieur. Not only zat, ‘ee owned a vineyard in Provence and you are now ze propriétaire! You must come to sign ze papers, as soon as possible.”
Excited beyond belief, Fred made his way to Châteaux Pompom in Arles to see his fabulous inheritance.
Vines as far as the eye could see, totally overrun with weeds; a house, right, so, at least he had land!
He would have to fix up that house but at least he’d have land. I enjoyed the French accent. 😀 Nice one.
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Merci! 😀
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Très drôle 🙂
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Oui, oui! Merci mon amie! xoxo
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I love the names.I’m not sure if I’d drink a wine form Châteaux Pompom. And does have Notaire Bluteau have a relative that fights with Popeye? And I’m assuming that Uncle Tom’s residence was more of a cabin….
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Ha ha ha! I am so glad you enjoyed, Trent! It is so funny how one’s subconscious works. I never consciously thought of Uncle Tom’s Cabin, nor Popeye!!
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I think they spell it “Bluto”, but “Bluteau” is close enough… Of course, I think that is also John Belushi’s character on Animal house (Bluto). But I liked the story, and the names added, even if you didn’t chose them for the reasons I said, they fit the story.
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I think you are right on the spelling. Just so funny how I did that, no?
I’m very glad you liked the story!
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Actually I think it was Brutus Popeye tangled with, being a rival for Olive Oyl’s affections. And someone else (Mickey Mouse?) had a dog named Pluto.
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Yer right, Christine! Voilà! Brutus mixed with Pluto gives us Bluto (or Bluteau)!
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I just Googled it: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bluto It was Bluto at first and later changed to Brutus (we’re both right). Also, the Animal House character played by John Belushi was named Bluto (not in that article, but you can Google Bluto John Belushi).
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Ha Ha! Actually, I made a cake for my cousin and he asked foe Bluto and when I googled images to help me, I found Brutus. I think they changed the name for the Anglos!
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Ha ha great twist at the end. I was picturing paradise. Maybe he’ll get it back that way some day. Great piece
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Let’s just say he has some work to do!! Glad you enjoyed!
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Quelle belle chance pour Fred! Or poor Fred, as the case may be. 😉
I should be leaving you thins comment from my phone. I hit a wrong bouton a few days ago and ever since, all the prompt words are coming up in French. Type in Final — and they give you the option of Finalement. 😦
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LOL! Trop funny! Ah là là.. Fred may have his work cut out for him… but hey. I would not mind it! Well, if I had a willing partner to help out!
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Not what Fred had in mind … but hey – the land has a chance … and it has to have value … and he could turn it into a burlesque wine venue … after all, the name fits.
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Right? Not too many get such an opportunity! It’s all up to him…
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Damn …. you must of not liked me idea for a new business.
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Hee 🙂 I hope he decides to get it up and running again. The “Chateau Pompom ’86” was a great vintage.
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I think he’ll definitely give it the old college try! He’s be foolish not too. It was indeed 😉
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Anything French has me go on as Oooh la la! Sweet writing, Dale.
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He He! Sank you, verry mush!
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Très bien!
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Merci! 😁
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Dear Dale,
As always, you make me smile. A different spin indeed. Not what Fred had in mind for certain. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
I was determined to not go the sad route.
As for Fred, he has more than he did before…😉
Lords love,
Dale
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Thanks for striking a cheerful note this week! 🙂 You made me grin.
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I am so very ‘appy I did!!
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I agree with Sandra. It’s a cheerful note, indeed. 🙂 As a grower of fruit and vegetables, and a keen gardener in general, I know how quickly the weeds grow and take over a place! As for inheritances, they often come with hard work.
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Which, frankly, is not a bad thing… just because you receive something for free, doesn’t mean you don’t have to make some effort!
Glad you enjoyed my cheerful note!
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The grass may be greener, but you still have to mow it, eh?
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Mayhaps… however, when you had no grass to begin with, you should be a tad grateful you now have some!
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Let me know when you get the winery up and running. I’ll come over with my 2 liter mug for happy hour.
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I shore will, hunny-bunny!
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Ah sadly- there is usually a catch. I was wondering if the call was going to end up being a scam. You know the ones – you’ve inherited thousands of dollars just send us $1000 to do the paperwork.
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At least this wasn’t that… just not quite the glamour he was hoping for! Still… can one look a gift horse in the mouth?
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A hovel in France sounds great to me.
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Oh man… tell me about it! I’d take one in Provence, please. Or, I can definitely go back to Italy…
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I sure wouldn’t turn down an inheritance like that 🙂
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That’s what I’m thinking! A little elbow grease to get things going…
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Weeds can be pulled up! With a bit of work, it could be fabulous! Lovely take on the prompt.
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Thank you, Clare. I just couldn’t go *there*!
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I was going to write something funny in French but shocking how little I remember from school (except the rude words!)
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Ha ha ha! Funny how those we do remember!
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Ha, ha. I loved the French accent, Dale. I wonder if he could rent out the land. Uncle Tom either liked him or had no other relatives he did like. It sounds like he was hiding out from other family members if no one knew he was in France. Good writing. 😀 — Suzanne
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Maybe he was at that!! Or maybe he fell in love with some French girl who had herself inherited….😆
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Definitely wishful thinking, I’d like that kind of challenge 🙂
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Not everyone would… but Hey, diff’rent strokes…
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First, I think inheriting a vineyard would be a challenge at best. Second, a rundown vineyard would be a nightmare. Très bien!
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Mais oui! But…could be interesting…
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Oh… i think he will do all right… just make an add for BnB… city slickers will pay to work at wine yard…
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There ya go!! Win-win!!
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it looks like a lot of work, but he shouldn’t be complaining unless he’s a good for nothing guy. 🙂
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Right. It’s a gift, after all…
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Poor Fred. As Inspector Jacques Clouseau would have said “there is a time to laugh and a time not to laugh, and this is not one of them.” (that accent bought back memories of ze Inspecteur).
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So very glad you enjoyed, Subroto!I
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‘Tis an unweeded garden that goes to see. Things rank and gross in nature possess it merely….
Or, as ze French would no doubt say…. c’est merde! Mas l’histoire c’est magnifique!
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Ahhh merci beaucoup!!
Oui, oui… merde alors!
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SEED. Edit it to SEED. not SEE.
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HAHAHAHAHAH!
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Dale, I enjoyed the French accent. Of course, you’d do it so well.
It added a lot to the character. I’d love the property, no matter the shambles. To live in France …. Ahhh – wee wee. Vineyards to grow grapes for wine – triple wee wee. I enjoyed dreaming with this one.
Cheers 🍷
Isadora 😎
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Ah! C’est merveilleux! So glad you enjoyed!
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: )
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That would be my dream inheritance, lovely part of the world and hopefully, it won’t need too much restoration
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Same here… I would accept Tuscany too 😉
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I would say there are big potentials here – for building and reconstruction. Fun with the French accent and the twist in the story. 🙂
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Ah merci! I think so too!
Glad you enjoyed, Otto!
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