Purple Preoccupation – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday. It’s time to try to write a 100-word story with beginning, middle and end using this picture as inspiration. Some days a bunch of ideas get jumbled together only to be tossed aside by an earworm. Go figure. Sometimes, you just gotta go with the flow! If you want to play along, just click on my singing frog below and add your link. G’head, you know you wanna….

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Purple Preoccupation

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Stop!

You don’t like?

No! Major earworm!

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What’s wrong with you?

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You fixated on the colour purple or something?

Yeah, I guess you could say that.

Why?

See that picture up there?

Yeah, so?  Ohhhh… lemme guess.  Rochelle’s prompt?

Yeah. Had an idea about the results of an eye operation left me seeing all things purple.

Sounds lame.

Right. So?

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Shining Brightly – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday, my peeps!  It’s Friday Fictioneer time and would you lookit that?  Rochelle has chosen my photo this week.  Should you want to play, just click on the frog below and add your link to your 100-word story… fun stuff, I tell ya!

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Shining Brightly

Have you ever met one of those people whose light seems to shine bright?  I’ve been lucky to have known three.  They are always humble, generous, kind and don’t look for attention – except if it involves fun. And yet, like moths to a flame, you can’t help but find yourself drawn to them.  They immediately make you feel like you belong in their circle.  You become part of their family, no questions asked.

The trouble is, when they leave this earth – and it’s always too soon – only then do you realise that the world has gotten just a little dimmer.

 

Learning the Hard Way – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Thursday and I thought I wouldn’t play and then an idea came and well, here I am.  Friday Fictioneers, a place where you let your imagination roam where it will, but within 100 words.  Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and this week, thanks go to Liz Young for the use of her wonderful image.  If you want to join in or read other stories inspired by this photo, just click on the frogs below!

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Learning the Hard Way

I’ve always been a firm believer in learning through living.  You can give advice but let’s face it, they rarely, if ever, take it.  So you watch from the sidelines, quietly.

I was always very careful not to say or show when I didn’t like one of her boyfriends.  I just watched her disappear into the person she thought he wanted, knowing that she would eventually wake up and get out of there.  Only later, would I admit that I knew that particular relationship was doomed.

It’s hard, though. To watch them stumble.  You don’t want your kids to suffer.

A Young Hero – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday and I’m Friday Fictioneering.  This photo by c.e. ayr (thank you) brought me back to our summers camping in Cape May, N,J.  We always had so much fun with my sister’s family and often, other friends.  Thanks always to Rochelle for hosting this weekly shindig.  Should you want to play along, just click on the frog below and leave the link to your 100-word story.

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A Young Hero

We’ve been coming to “Dog Beach” near Cape May for years.  We love it because our dogs are allowed to frolic and play in the salty waves.

That’s not all that played in the water that summer.  The blood-curdling scream from my niece had us all jump in fright.  Her father ran, then froze by water’s edge. No matter, her cousin, five years her senior, came to the rescue.  Without a thought for himself, he ripped off the jellyfish, getting stung himself. The tentacles had wrapped themselves around her legs, leaving behind angry welts that thankfully, left no permanent scars.

Hero and his dog

One Day – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning!  It’s not too bad here. Might even get a chance to see the sun peeping through the clouds.  In the meantime, would you lookit that? Rochelle chose my photo for this week’s Friday Fictioneers.  Can’t very well skip this week, can I?  If you would like to try your hand at writing 100-word stories, do click on the frog below and add your link.  G’head, it’s a lot of fun and sharpens your writing skills,

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One Day

One day, I’ll be the one in the front. Singing backup is great and all but I wanna be the star!

You need to remember your place and keep harmony with the rest of us.  That’s what we were hired to do and do it well.

Don’t get me wrong. I really do love singing with y’all but I know I got the pipes for more.

Maybe so. But you can’t be trying to upstage her; she’ll fire your diva-acting ass.

Or, maybe… she’ll be cool like Gloria Estefan was to Jon Secada and give me a shot.

Dreamer.

Absolutely.

Lost in the Box – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday and I woke up early. Rather than toss and turn to get sleep that surely wouldn’t come, what better than to write a Friday Fictioneers while having my first cuppa?  This was stream of consciousness all the way.  Now excuse me whilst I return to my memories… and while I do that, you g’head and click on the frog to add your own 100-word story or read others, if ya like, that is!

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Lost in the Box

Hey, Mom!  Hello?  Earth to Dale, you there?

Sorry!  I got lost in the box for a moment there.

What box?

Rochelle gave us this prompt this week.  A photo by Ted Strutz.

Lame.  Besides the cremated remains, that is. Ewww. Could you imagine receiving that in the mail?

Never mind that.  When I saw the prompt I knew I had to go find mine.

So? What’s in it?

Old letters and cards.

So. Junk, then.

So. Not. Junk.  I just randomly picked up a letter from my late friend Roxanne. My goodness, I was seventeen again. Just like that!

The Whistle Blows – Friday Fictioneers

Is it still Wednesday?  Why yes, it is.  Does it matter? Why no, it doesn’t!  It is, however, time for Friday Fictioneers and I needs must thank Rochelle for being such a wonderful hostess and this week, thanks to go Alicia Jamtaas for her wonderful photo.  If you want to play along, or simply read other submissions, just click on the frog below!

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The Whistle Blows

Fred shuffled to his rocking chair set up on the wrap-around porch and sighed as he settled into it.

The breeze tickled his cheek and he swore carried with it the whistle of the five o’clock train.  He was ten and running out to meet it, counting how many freight cars there were.  Sometimes the train was so long, he got lost in the numbers. One thing was for sure and certain.  The last car was always the caboose and the conductor always leaned out and waved back.  Never failed to make him smile.

Who you waving at, Grandpa?…. Grandpa?

Stopping Time – Friday Fictioneers

Oh my goodness!  I don’t know the last time this has happened to me.  I got inspired to write a second Friday Fictioneer story, based on Trish Nankivell’s photo!  Had to.  Click on the frogs below to join in or to add your own 100 (I clocked in at 95 on this one!) story.

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Stopping Time

Grandma!  Why do you have a lock on your toilet paper roll?  Afraid someone is going to steal it?

I’m trying to stop time!

What? You have got to be kidding!  I think you are losing it.

Oh, I’m losing it, all right.

I know you’re just kidding. You’re the most alert eighty-something I know!

Alert, I may be.  But time is going way too fast.

Not that fast, Grandma.

Trust me.  You’ll see as you get older.  Life is like a toilet paper roll.  The closer you come to the end of it, the faster it spins!

 

Price of Peace and Quiet – Friday Fictioneers

How could I resist Rochelle’sDOUBLE-DOG DARE YOU TO NOT write a story that has to do with lockdown, quarantine or the big C-19″ using this photo by Trish Nankivell? I could not.  Not that I have in the last almost eleven months, but still.  It’s time for Friday Fictioneers. Click on the frogs below to read more stories or to add your very own!.

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Price of Peace and Quiet

Lianne sighed in pleasure, relishing the quiet.  She took a sip of her coffee, picked up her book and started reading. Less than a paragraph in she stopped, realising it was too quiet.

“Daisy?  Whatchu doing, honey?”  No answer.  No bueno.  Peace and quiet always comes at a price.

As she entered the playroom, Daisy jumped on her.

“Hi Mommy!  Come and play with me!”

Lianne looked at the long strips of toilet paper that went the length of the room. and the stack of empty rolls at the end.

“Bowling?”

Daisy handed her a full roll. “You go first!”

Nudges – Friday Fictioneers

Another silly one from me for Friday Fictioneers. Nudging the muse doesn’t always bring literary genius but step by step, right?  Thank you, Rochelle, for finding a way to always be there every Wednesday.  And thank you to Marie Gail Stratford for the use of your photo.  If you want to read more inspired stories, click on the frog.  Better yet, add your own 🙂

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Want me to put your water bottle in the fridge?

No, leave it there please.

But you have one on the table, too.

Yes, and there are more.

Dude, what the hell?

I made myself a promise to drink at least eight bottles per day, as recommended.

Okay… but this is a little extreme, no?

Listen, if I see it, I drink it.  If I don’t, I completely forget.

Seems like an expensive and not very ecological solution.

I tried using glasses.  Do you know how many I’ve knocked over? And no worries, I refill these.

Whatever works for you.