Stories My Father Told Me – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning my readers!  You know what day it is? Yep… hump day AND Friday Fictioneers day!  Today’s photo of a synagogue reminded me of my dad and his many stories of growing up in Montreal.  Thank you, Rochelle, for keeping this challenge interesting week after week.  And thank you Roger Bultot for allowing us to use your photo.

To join in the fun, click the blue frog below.  Not sure how?  Click on Rochelle’s name for the rules and regs.  Fun and teaches you to use your words sparingly!

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Stories My Father Told Me

Dad always said he was a “goyim mit a Yiddishe kopf” (sic).¹  Grew up in the same ‘hood as Mordecai Richler, and considered himself a real Duddy Kravitz.  Loved to talk about “Shtunks”² — real name, Stringer — owners of the general store that he and his buddies used to torment in their youth. He sure respected the tattoo on their arms, though.  Was so pleased to introduce me to Mrs. Stringer before she passed.  “Such a bad boy was your father!” she scolded and laughed.  We finished our tour with a Wilensky Special.

Why did I not write these stories down?

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¹Men with a Jewish head (goy would be singular 😉 )

²Stinkers

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Some Dare, Some Dare Not – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning, my peeps!  Yessiree, today’s hump day is brought to you by Friday Fictioneers!  I know, I know, the name stuck despite many of us writing on Wednesdays.  Think The Piano Guys – there is no mention of the cellist, who, in my opinion, is the bigger piece of the group.  Anyway, I digress!  This week, Rochelle chose this most interesting picture by our Sandra Crook, she, whose stories are always top shelf. If you feel inclined to play along, just click on the blue frog below and add your 100-word story.  Not sure how it works?  Click on Rochelle’s name for the how-to’s!

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Some Dare, Some Dare Not

“Why do you like to walk on that beam, Tina? It’s slimy and gross.”

“It’s not that slimy, Josie. Plus when you go all the way to the end, you feel like you’re at the edge of the world, wild and free.”

“But it’s not safe, Tina.  It scares me to watch you go way out there.”

“Don’t worry so much.  You should try it.”

“God, no…”

Fifteen years later, Josie sat on that very beam, remembering, missing their childhood, missing her sister, gone to the edge of the world on adventures while she had remained home, safe and secure.

Do Not Fear Me – Friday Fictioneers

Why is it so hard to write stories to my own pictures?  Yes, my readers, it is Wednesday afternoon here in sunny (finally) Montreal.  After a nice belated birthday brunch with my sister, I found myself staring at my picture trying to come up with something.  For those who are curious, this is St-François-Xavier Street in Old Montreal, just across from the lovely Centaur Theatre.  How cool that the buildings in back are all lit up and the rest in darkness, eh?  Anyhoo.  Thanks to Rochelle for “picking me!” this week.

If you care to join in on the 100-word challenge, do click on the frog below to add your link.  G’head.  It’s a great exercise in learning how to get rid of excess words and getting to the point without any detours.  Not always easy and we all, at one time or another worry we don’t succeed, but hey, practice makes better!

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Do Not Fear Me

“Come, step out from the shadows.  Show yourself to me.”

She cowered further in the doorway, straining to listen for footsteps.

“Don’t be afraid.  I won’t hurt you.  You’re safe with me.”

She trembled.

“I can feel your fear.  It’s misplaced.”

His voice was calm, warm, and not a little seductive.  And — familiar.  Against her better judgment, she stepped forward.

“That’s right, come to me. You want to.”

“I don’t want—”

“Yes, you do.”

“No….,” but she took another step.  “Bill?  What the hell?  You scared me half to death!”

“You said you wanted more excitement in our lives, babe.”

 

 

No Sanctuary – Friday Fictioneers

OMFG!  I cannot believe I accidentally flushed my original story that was soooo hard to write.  Sigh.  That’ll learn me to pay attention when, on my phone, it says update post.  Where my text went, I know not.  How the text both above AND below the picture vanished, is beyond me.

And YAY!  How Rochelle had it in her phone is beyond me.  I’m calling it some kind of divine intervention.  You Rock Rochelle!!  Thank you, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!

©Roger Bultot

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No Sanctuary

Death was next.

An entrepreneurial spirit, he’d turned his habit into a successful business by 22.

Snorting coke to stay alert, drinking booze to pass out, he lived this illusively, exciting life. Till he lost himself.

At 23, weighing 125 lbs, he found himself homeless. Desperate, he knocked on the church door, seeking assistance.

The priest looked down, repulsed; “You are beyond help,” and slammed the door in his face.

Years later, he was now a sober, successful man. His wife beside him as he drove past, he pointed and spit out bitterly, “That’s the church that turned me away.”

 

Don’t Know Why, But I Like It – Friday Fictioneers

What is today? Wednesday!  What does that mean? Friday Fictioneers!  Why is Friday Fictioneers on Wednesday?  To confuse you!

I received this lovely picture by Ronda Del Boccio, chosen by our lovely leader, Rochelle and cannot lie… I scratched my head.  There were a few ideas that came and went but everything I came up with felt like something I’d done before so I sent this pic over to my friend, Marc, for inspiration.  And he delivered!  Dunno that I did it justice or not, but hey, I did the best I are 😉 Let us just say I have gone outside of my norm and a tad more whimsical than usual.

Think you have a better idea, or, let us not be negative, another idea?  Then do click on the blue frog below and add the link to your own 100-word story! Would love to read what you write (coz I do read them all…)

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Don’t Know Why, But I Like It

Enjoying the cover of night, Penny Quillo made her way along the forest edge, searching for berries.

A light appeared out of nowhere, blinding her. Cowering in fright, she froze upon hearing footsteps approach. She felt a pinch in her leg, and all went dark.

When she came to, Penny surveyed her surroundings and realised she was safely back deep in the forest, unharmed. She sensed, rather than saw, a blinking light behind her.

Twisting her head, Penny noticed a bunch of twinkle lights ‘decorating’ her quills.

“What? Who would do such a thing? It’s kinda pretty though…” she preened.

 

No Strings Attached – Friday Fictioneers

Ya know when ya have an idea in yer head but it won’t go down on paper?  I think I finally sorta got it down.  This week’s lovely picture was donated by our lovely Sandra Crook.  Thank you, always, to Rochelle for hosting this fantastic challenge.  You’ve got me thinking in 100-word stories, Rochelle!  When I write anything else, I almost feel like I am rambling.  Okay, maybe I am.  But here.  HERE, I learn how to reign it in!

Should you want to try your hand at telling a 100-word story with beginning, middle and end, do click on the frog below and add yours.  It’s great fun and is so addictive.

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No Strings Attached

“C’mon, Bobbie-Sue. I like you so much. We already kissed, why can’t I touch ya?”

“Billy-Joe, you been tryin’ to touch me since we were fifteen!  Why now?”

“Coz you know I’m right for you.  Nobody else can take care o’ you, like I can.”

“I ain’t ready to be tied down.”

“I promise you, no strings.  And I got protection.”

“All right then.  I’ll give you one night.”

The stars were out in the sky and in both of their eyes that night.

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“No strings, Billy-Joe?  How about an umbilical chord?  Now you HAVE to take care o’ me.”

True Colours – Friday Fictioneers

What day is it?  Wednesday!  What’s so special about today?  It’s the first day of spring!  And?  It’s Friday Fictioneers Day with none other than yours truly’s photo taken on New Years Eve.  So what do I do?  Tell a story about July, 1995… because yanno… why not?  Plus there was a ferris wheel – just not this one and there were fireworks so…

Thank you, always, to Rochelle, for keeping us coming back week after week.  Of course, when you use such fantabulous photos 😉 … I jest, of course.  Do join in on the fun, why don’t you?  Just click on the blue froggy below to add your link.

True Colours

What a great date that was.  They took his old, navy Celebrity, parked in the shopping centre and walked to and across half the bridge. A couple of miles of hand-holding, laughter and getting to know each other better.

They rode rides like a couple of kids, not thirthy-somethings.  They ate junk food and rode some more.  They watched the fireworks from the bridge in the rain.

Walking back to the car, they laughed and kissed and held hands.

In the trunk of that old Chevy was a blanket and sweatshirt.

She knew then he would always keep her warm.