Vacation in Roswell, New Mexico – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday-Friday, my peeps!  You know it, it’s Friday Fictioneers time!  This week I’m doing something new.  Frank over at A Frank Angle, wanted to play indirectly by suggesting a collaboration of sorts with me.  I send him this week’s photo prompt, he then gives me the title or idea.  So voilà!  This here is the result 😉  I really did try to stay away from dialogue.  Couldn’t do it for this one. Hope y’all don’t mind!

Thank you always to Rochelle for keeping us in line – or doing her best to 😉 .  This week, she chose this photo from Ted Strutz.  Thank you, Ted, for allowing us to use and abuse it for this challenge!

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Vacation in Roswell, New Mexico

“You have GOT to be kidding me.”  Shanna watched Charlie set up his camera and tripod in the middle of the field, using the car lights to see.

“What?  So far, we have done all the stuff you wanted to do:  Farmer and Artisan’s Market, Peco Flavors Winery, and we toured the International Air Center – ok, that was for me.  Still, can’t I just do this?

Shanna sighed.  “Yes, of course.  But c’mon, you know it was proven that it wasn’t a UFO that landed way back in ’47.”

“So they say, Shanna, so they say. Can’t hurt to look, right?”


One With the Stones – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday to you.  Has “THE” storm started in your area yet?  They keep annoucing a doozie in so many regions.  I dunno.  It sure doesn’t feel or look like it’ll be that bad. Though it has started to snow here…  Let us all hope “They” have erred in their predictions.  Less of course, not more!!  While you wait and see how this whole scenario turns out, how about you read up on some 100-word stories created by Rochelle‘s rowdy gang of miscreants?  Better yet, why don’t you join us.  We’re mostly harmless…  This week’s photo from Sandra Crook – where does it take you?

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One With the Stones

Breathing in the salty air, Lily slowly wandered the grounds.  It felt so good to finally be strong enough to walk outside, without a chaperone.  She made her way to one of the benches, sat sideways, one leg bent in a v, arm crooked around the back of the bench and gazed quizzically at the stone garden.

“Do you like them?”  She nearly jumped out of her skin, not having heard me approach.  I was right behind her.

“They are quite odd.”

“They were created with people like you when they were well enough.”

“What do you mean by, ‘with’?”



One Break Too Many – Friday Fictioneers

Good  Wednesday, my Peeps!  Rochelle tried to pull a fast one on us and posted her story yesterday – we’ll blame WordPress for that one.  However, I was not falling for that trick 😉  Besides, I was busy on another post so… here I am today!

I showed this image to François, my beau, and he told me his story.  This is a big-time, cut-down version of it.  Ya know, we only have 100 words… I so hope I didn’t lose too much.

Thank you, always to Rochelle for keeping us together as a family of FF.  Thank you to J.Hardy Carroll for this great picture.

Come and play with us.  Write a 100-word story inspired by this image and add your link by clicking on the blue frog.  Easy-peasy!  Well… getting a story down to 100 words isn’t so much, but it is a great challenge!

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Genre:  Inspired by true events

Word count:  Please.

One Break Too Many

“This is the third time you’ve broken your nose, Frank.  You can’t anymore. I won’t be able to fix it.  You have to learn to harness your anger on the ice.  Hockey is not a big brawling session, you know!”

Tampons in his nose, blackened eyes, and bruised cheeks, Frank made his way home.  “He’s right.  I need to change my attitude if I don’t want to end up in jail one day.”  Muttering to himself, he came upon a boxing gym.

“Ya wanna fight, Frank?”   He walked in and signed up.  The discipline changed his life, the anger released.


Independence – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morn, my Reader-Friends!  Had to get at this out early as I’m working today.  Gonna be tough.  Haven’t worked since December 19th!  The joys of working in a golf club, eh?

A shout-out to a wonderful writer/artist/friend, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for taking care of us every week, keeping our creative juices going with these weekly prompts.  I know it ain’t easy.  Especially when you are putting together a fabulous book!  Can’t wait.  But have no choice.  😀  And thank you, Rochelle, for your sweet and heartfelt aside…

Do join in on our little weekly party by clicking on the blue frog and adding your own 100-word story that was inspired by this lovely photo by Marie Gail Stratford.  Thanks, Marie Gail!

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I can do it myself, you know.

Yes, I know.

I don’t need your help.

I know you don’t.

Then why do you insist on helping me?

Because I want to.  It makes me happy to help you.

But why?  What’s in it for you?

It’s who I am.  There is nothing in it for me but to be here for you and make your life easier.

It makes no sense to me.

You’re so independent.  Let me do my little part.  What are you afraid of?

That my self will be eclipsed again after I have finally re-found it.

This, That and Whatnot – to NOT Call it a Week-end Share

“Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.”
Marcel Proust

It’s funny.  Every time I start something, it eventually falls through the cracks.   I guess it’s just the way I am.  I am blaming my Aries personality.  We are notoriously known for starting projects.  You want to get something going?  Get one of us involved.  You want to finish said project?  You better have back up because we will be off on a new project.


or is it Shiny Object Syndrome?

Either way, I am guilty.

Last week I was doing the Costco thing – you know, where you have a list, you will absolutely abide by it and somehow end up spending $200 more than planned?  Anyhoo.  I came upon the flower section and saw pussy willows!  Do you remember when you could see those all over the place?  Why don’t I see them anywhere anymore?  So, of course, when I bought them, they looked like a bunch of sticks with only one or two pussies – don’t even!  I got mocked by the men in my life.  Whatevs.  I am a happy camper.  I should have taken a “before” pic but didn’t.  So trust me.  They did look like sad sticks.  However, lookit ’em now!

Totally unrelated and yet is.  Way back when, my mother had Nat King Cole records – you know, the vinyl kind – and on the back of the jacket of a double-album, was a lovely text about Nat and his “pussy-willow voice”.  I always thought that was the perfect description and it has stayed with me since.  Was hard to pick a favourite, but here you go.  Enjoy.

On Monday, Zeke and I went for a walk.  The sky was glorious, the sun was shining, it wasn’t “freeze-your-butt-off” cold… We made our way to “Teletubbie Park”.  We’ve been calling it that since we moved to the ‘hood and the boys went to elementary school right beside it.  Funny the things families do or create or say.

On Sunday I had made mussels – they are my “fast food” and I almost always make two flavours, which I did this time.  I then keep the left-over broth to make a soup.

Moday’s was a Thai-style shrimp and noodle

and Wednesday’s was a sorta chicken noodle with Fennel-Marinière base

They may look similar but were world’s apart flavour-wise.  I have to admit I was quite pleased.  Firstly, the Thai one got my Pepper-head’s (Iain) approval for spiciness and the Marinière was no basic chicken noodle soup!  Will I be able to repeat it?  Probably not.

I also had taken out chicken thighs for Wednesday – “no, Aidan, I cannot make Chicken Parm every time I take out chicken!!”  But I did made a casserole thingy with my left-over Frenched string beans (yeah, I parboiled, and split them apart by hand then sautéed them with some shallots and red peppers) and left-over boiled potatoes that I sliced and used as a topping with a sprinkling of cheese.  Not overly pretty to look at and simple, yet tasty.  I was surprised by a visit from François as I don’t usually see him during the week, lately.

As Wednesday was also Valentine’s Day, I made the trek to visit my mother-in-law, bringing her a stuffed dog to cuddle, a small rose plant and some chocolate.  She loved the dog, decided to call him Harry (will see if she remembers next time I see her!)


On my way back, while stopped at a set of lights, I looked to my right and burst out laughing.  Apologies for the quality but I had no time to open the window and was being honked at!

My favourite British cussword and pretty much how I feel every time I return from a visit with Jean.

On Saturday Iain bought a car, thanks to help from Andre, Mick’s best friend.  He’s pretty pleased to have wheels again!

Iain agreed to be my date (after inviting himself) to Andre’s birthday celebration.  I was more than happy to have him take my place in the Vodka Shot Foolishness that takes place every year.  You see, it was always, Lorne, Bill, Andre and Me…. while the “girls” Dorothy, Phany, Tammy and Mick refrained.  After Mick died, I no longer had my D.D. so I would sleep over.  I have since lost the taste for vodka thanks to these over-indulgences.  I don’t care how much the bottle costs, it all tastes like rubbing alcohol to me now!  Iain, you may take over the mantle and play with the big boys in my stead!

I may not partake in the vodka shots (okay, maybe two) but I will always bring the cake.

Chocolate Mousse & Caramel

But before making said cake, I helped François collect my friend Andrea’s wood.  Ironically, after writing a Friday Fictioneer about the Emerald Ash Borer problem, she had three of her trees cut down.  Wood is wood is wood, and François’ mother heats her house with it so he was more than glad to help her get rid of it!  After it has properly dried, he’ll cut it down to size.  He figured he got a good three cords of wood out of what he took!  Talk about a savings…. going price is easily $125 per cord, if you’re lucky.

Some of the wood

Once François felt the truck could take no more, off he went back home; and I, to finish the cake, shower and, along with Iain, make it to Tammy and Andre’s for 5:30.

I’ll not embarrass my son by including a shot of him snoring on the couch and missing dessert… because that would be mean. I’ll save that for a more opportune time!  These boys – especially Lorne – are a tough crowd to keep up with.  The birthday boy himself was blinking his eyes for long periods of time at the table 😉

A slice, to see the inside

Sunday is supposed to be a day of rest, but there was still more wood to collect; which we did, and once François returned from delivering it and returning the truck, we each had a different left-over, vegged on the couch and watched the Olympics.  Okay.  I watched, he snoozed!

I know it’s already Tuesday, but do have a fabulous week!  Maybe this weekend I’ll manage to post on Sunday.  Who knows?  I make no promises.

A few of the 10,000 things that make me happy and grateful

21. Mick’s friends – still keeping me in their group
22. Being able to include my son in this get-together
23. Blue skies, crisp air
24. Pussy Willows – just because
25. Being the official birthday cake supplier

The Wait – Friday Fictioneers

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!

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Genre:  Realistic Fiction

Word count:  100

The Wait

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!

Open For Business – Friday Fictioneers

Good morning, mes amis!  Can’t sleep, so might as well write, right?  It is Wednesday and what does that mean?  Yes… Friday Fictioneers is open for business!  Where does this image by JS Brand take YOU?  How about you let us know by adding your 100-word story to the group?  Click on the Blue Frog to add your link or, at the very least, to see what other fabulous writers came up with!

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Genre:  Realistic Fiction

Word count:  Toujours cent (100)

Open For Business

“Wait till you see what we’ve done so far.”

“Things are progressing well, then?”

“Sure are!  Still looking a little basic at this point.  But we already have usable rooms.”

“After seeing the destruction caused by Hurricane ChaCha, I’ll be impressed by anything standing.”

“OK.  We’re almost there.  Close your eyes while I direct the boat ’round the bend into the bay.”

“Holy smokes!  You did all that?”

“Yep!  Now we have to let the tourists know that we’re up and running.  We need the business to continue to build.”

“Count on me.  I’ll advertise the hell out of it!”