Good Wednesday, my Peeps! That means Friday Fictioneers where we write a 100-word story with a beginning, middle and end based on a… well lookit that! MY photo! It’s such a fun and rewarding exercise to be able to tell a story is so few words. Okay, sometimes it’s really hard but still, it is a worthwhile challenge. One learns to cut the crap out of a story and get to the core really quick. At least, that’s what we try to do. Do join in. We are a friendly and participative (most of us) group. Click on that there blue frog and add your link! Our hostess Rochelle Wisoff-Fields does a fabulous job at
stealing using, with permission, great photos that either inspire us quickly or really get us scratching our heads, hoping we don’t supply dreck!
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word count: 100
You said you’d be home by midnight. Midnight came and went; then one, two and three o’clock. By one, I was getting worried. Two, angry. By three, I thought, I better get a knock on the door with a policeman telling me: “I’m so very sorry, M’am, the roads were icy, there was an accident…” I would never forgive you if you drove drunk.
Waltzing in at eight a.m, you looked sheepish. “Babe, I was in no condition to drive and slept on Bill’s couch. I know I should’ve called…”
I punched you in the arm, then held you tight.
Happy Valentine’s Day to all of you! Whether alone, or in a couple, or in a couple and feeling alone, I send you my love!