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Bringing Light – Friday Fictioneers

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‘Tis Wednesday, is it not?  Yes, yes it is.  So that means we receive the photo prompt from Rochelle some time during the hours we are hopefully in the arms of Morpheus.  Unless you live across the pond, that is.  That said, here I am, looking at David Stewart‘s beautiful photo thinking… I got nuthin’.  I’m gonna have to steal Tannille’s idea and have a fight with my muse.  Instead, I showed it to my youngest and asked, “What do you see?” The answer was “Romance”.  Okay then. Romance it is!  Click on my lover frogs below if you come up with something yourself and would like to share and add your link.  Or read other stories.  Up to you, of course.

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Bringing Light

They sat, nestled, on a bench in the square. He held her hand, drawing circles in her palm with his finger.

It was a beautiful evening, the sky a deep violet, their faces lit by the fountain’s glow, its spray barely misting them.

“You are like that flower to me,” he said, his voice, low and gentle.

“Why is that? she asked, turning to him so she could look see his face.

“You are the bright spot in my life. You shine like that flower and bring light into my world.”

Her eyes brimmed with tears. “I love you, too.”

 

 

Come For the Music, Stay for the Beer – Friday Fictioneers

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Wednesday evening and a story finally came to me.  A kinda-sorta story, anyway. Montreal hosts a slew of festivals of many genres so, why not? Thanks to c.e. ayr for the use of his photo and to Rochelle for keeping the home fires burning week after week.  Should you wish to share your 100-word story inspired by the photo, click on the frogs and add your link!

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Come for the Music, Stay for the Beer

“This place is really buzzing.  Check out all the different booths!  Gonna have fun sampling beverages and bites.”

“And we get to listen to good music, to boot, right?  Ever heard of the band on the roster?”

“Nope.  Don’t care.  All I wanted was to spend the afternoon with you and if the music’s good, bonus!”

“Gotta love a guy with an open mind.

“And an empty stomach.”

Oh, look. Here comes the band.”

Screeching guitar riffs filled the air.

“Good God!  What the hell was that?”

“The sound of us leaving the stage area and heading for the beers…”

 

 

 

 

 

Leave Your Hat On – Friday Fictioneers

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Welome to Wednesday! Here at Friday Fictioneers, we fit right in with the confusion on what day it is.  Our lovely leader, Rochelle, has provided us with her hubby, Jan Wayne Fields’, fun picture this week. Feel inspired?  G’head. Write your own 100-word story with a beginning, middle and end and add your link by clicking the lovely frog below. It’s fun and addictive.

©Jan Wayne Fields

 

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Leave Your Hat On

Jamison sat in his comfy chair, reading a book when his quiet was disturbed by Joe Cocker’s unmistakable “Leave Your Hat On”.

“Shanna! I—” His jaw dropped as his wife danced into the room, wearing an overcoat, high heels and a hat. “Oooohhh… baby…” He tossed his book and gave her his full attention.

She danced around him, obeying the lyrics as she dropped her coat.  She shimmied up to him, kicked off one shoe and extended her other leg. He complied, smiling wickedly. Shoeless, she grinned, touched her hat and, continued her striptease.

Who said lockdown was boring?

Pandora – Friday Fictioneers

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Welcome to Wednesday-Friday. The sun is shining but brings no heat, yet how can one not smile? This week our fearless hostess has supplied her own image for our challenge. Thanks, Rochelle, for your dedication that never fails! Should you feel like writing your own 100-word story with a beginning, middle and end (not including title), click on the frog below and add your link!

©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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Pandora

“You ever find something and think, let’s see what’s inside? and so even though your gut tells you you shouldn’t you still find yourself doing so and as you’re doing so, realise that you shouldn’t but it’s too late?”

“Much as what you just said sounds like gibberish, I know what you mean. That there’s a Pandora’s box.”

“Right. That’s what it’s called.”

“You open one up recently?”

“Yeah. I think so Felt remorse as soon as I did, too.”

“Awww. Sorry, man.”

“Looking at this contraption on the ground, my fingers itch to open it.”

“Don’t do it, Buddy.”

The Wait – Friday Fictioneers

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Would you look at that? It’s Wednesday-Friday again!  I am honoured that Rochelle chose my picture for this week’s prompt.  Should you be inspired to write a little 100-word story with a beginning, middle and end, please do so. And click on the frog below to add your link.  Or, just go take a look-see at other stories…

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The Wait

The snow hadn’t stopped all day.  They’d be lucky if half their reservations showed up.  While she wouldn’t have minded being told to stay home, she looked forward to a quieter shift – one in which she could take the time with each customer.  When the place was full, there was the incessant buzzing of multiple conversations, interspersed with loud hoots and laughter from those who acted like they were in their own living rooms.  The clink of glassware, the clatter of cutlery against porcelain just added to the cacophony.

Some thrived on this energy.  She, just realised, no longer did.

Dreams – Friday Fictioneers

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Wednesday is here again.  Blink of an eye and time to get that muse working. Regular like clockwork this Friday Fictioneers is.  And a good thing these challenges keep us somewhat on track.  WordPress is being a dick with me (and others, I have since learned).  Comments are not showing up in the notification bar so I have to go back into the post to respond. Have no fear, I shall do so!  Till then, let us thank c.e. ayr for his photo of a photo and Rochelle for her reminding us what day it is!  Click on ze frogue below to add your own 100-word story or to read the other participants’ takes on this lovely image.

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Dreams

 

She was done hanging on to dreams that were never going to come to fruition.  Talk, talk, talk. That’s all they ever did.  Every time she tried to make a plan, excuses were offered.

“That’s it! I’m not waiting for you to participate in what I thought was our dream.” She threw the poster to the curb.

 

During her evening walk, Layla spotted the photo of Paris. “Oh! Wonderful!”  She looked around, not wanting to appear a garbage picker, saw the coast was clear and took it home.

“I can now add to my dream board.  Paris, here I come!”

 

Top of the World – Friday Fictioneers

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Good Wednesday, my peeps!  Thank goodness for Friday Fictioneers or we’d have no idea what day we are… Mind you, that in itself is confusing, isn’t it? Wednesday for Friday… Oh well, just trust me. Go with it. A little feel-good towards our fellow man and woman today.

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Top of the World

“Hullo, Ralph! Everything good?”

“Yes sir, Mr. Bertie. This way, please.”

“Let’s go, Rosie. I’ve got a surprise for you. Bring your cart.”

Ralph led them to the service elevator, pushed the top button, handed Bertie a bottle of wine. “For you. Remember. Midnight, Cinderfella!” With a wave, he left.

Once on the rooftop, Bertie led Rosie to a table and emptied his own cart:  ripped sheet as tablecloth, candle stubs, which he lit, plastic cups, and left-overs he received from some of his restauranteur pals.

“We’re on top of the world tonight, Rosie! You and me and no street.”