Between a Rock and a Hard Place – Friday Fictioneers

Good afternoon (for those in the EST zone, anyway) my fellow writers and readers.  It is already Wednesday so, time for another Friday Fictioneer 100-word story.  This week, our fearless leader, Rochelle, has chosen a picture from another master of the short story, c.e. ayr.  So many places I though of going and yet, when my fingers hit the keyboard, and after many starts, edits, cuts, restarts, this is what came out.  I dunno… sometimes you just have to let go.

Should you wish to join in on the fun (and it is fun, I promise you), just click on Rochelle’s name for the rules and regs.  To read more stories inspired by this interesting rock, click on the blue frog and enjoy!

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

 

She felt stuck.

She went on a coffee date with one man and their conversation lasted over two hours – a exhilarating, intellectual connection.  Further phone conversations yet no second date.

So, when the persistent fellow she had always dismissed asked her on a date, she acquiesced.  Nice guy, uncomplicated, rough around the edges.  But then they kissed.  Whoa!  The passion was palpable.  They met several more times and the passion increased.  It was exhilarating.

She knew herself enough to know that eventually, she would also need more intellectual stimulation.

Right?

Or, maybe it was time to just let go.

***

https://www.elephantjournal.com/2014/02/she-let-go/

 

What Revenge? – Friday Fictioneers

Well now, here we are Wednesday and time for another Friday Fictioneers.  I normally do not read other stories before writing my own but since I did have a ping-back from a certain displaced Scot, well, I had no choice but to read his first. ‘Twould appear the gauntlet has been thrown by the Unintelligible Rogue with a Brogue.  And, despite this nasty cold that is keeping my head fuzzy and my throat raw, one full week in, I did feel the need to reply.  I did the best I could, in the circumstances.  And, by the way, I may be a Canuck, but I am definitely not a poutine-besmattered one!

This is all fun and games… You know we love you and you are our favourite Scot!

Thank you, Lizy for this macabre photo that would have prompted a different story had my hand not been forced 😉

Thank you, Rochelle, for both hosting this shindig and for being my partner-in-crime!

Geez… almost forgot the linkup for those who would like to read more stories or write their own!

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Word Count: 100 (oh I would have liked to have more!)

Genre:  What to call this?

What Revenge?

The ladies smiled at him… then at each other.

“Do those lips do more than talk gibberish?” asked the taller of the two, batting her lashes.

“Yeah, do tell us, Scot!  Actions speak louder than words,” the petite one flirted.

The Scottish rogue sauntered over with a lecherous smile, opened the gate and walked inside.

The ladies walked up to him the taller reaching around his neck, the smaller around his waist.

“Och, I’m a lucky man,” he grinned.

His grin disappeared when he found himself bound and gagged.

That should do it, eh?  Keep him quiet for a bit!

 

The Punishment – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday, my reader peeps!  Friday Fictioneers is here and after a little bit of joking around last week, I decided to write something silly.  Hope you get a wee laugh.

Join Rochelle’s band of writers and give us your version of this image by clicking here.   Thank you Ted Strutz for a fun photo.  I probably would have taken this pic too!

Click on the Blue Frog if you wish to read other takes on this pic.  It is fun to see where people go…

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Genre:  Silly (I dare not say hysterical) Fiction

Word count:  100

The Punishment

He came to, bum numb and shoulders aching.  He tried to stand up but couldn’t. What the hell?

Oh, I see you are awake, my Scottish friend.  Comfy?

Why am I tied to this chair yards from shore? What have I done?

You kill or torture innocents weekly.  And you mock my typos. I promised our leader I was going to do you in this week!

Oh really?  And you choose this numpty way? You should read more of my stories for inspiration!  Besides, killing off people is not your style.

Well yes, I do know that.  But I promised.

 

Fascination – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday already!  You know it.  Friday Fictioneers is here.  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple has chosen a photo from a fellow participant and wonderful writer himself, c.e. ayr of Sound Bite Fiction fame.  Thank you to you both for your part in this week’s fun.  I admit to feeling stumped at first.  Then a most wonderful memory came forth and I couldn’t go anywhere else.  So, sorry (not really 😉 ).  No fiction from me again this week.  I can’t help myself.

Click on the blue frog to read more stories or to add your own.  Want to know the how-to of Friday Fictioneers, click on Rochelle’s name!

Fascination

The boy was fascinated by trains.  Less than a hundred yards away, the train rumbled by several times per day, shaking the house, thrilling him.

Daddy would set up his old set from when he was a boy and they would lie on their tummies, watching it go round and round.

One day, Daddy said, “Let’s go on an adventure!”  The next thing the boy knew, he and his family were part of the rumble, watching the world whizz by.

How a one-hour ride each way could bring so much joy…

…what he wouldn’t give to go on one more trip.

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A little show and tell, if you will… Aidan with Mick and the old train set; Iain, Mick and Aidan waiting to board the train and Aidan transfixed.

So many moons ago.  This was in 2003.  Sweet memories indeed!

When One Door Opens… – Friday Fictioneers

My computer will surely send me over the deep end before long.  It is old and tired and not all that willing to cooperate – more than trying my patience!  Took me than one reboot to get this baby out but finally, here’s my version!  Thank you Rochelle, for your tireless hosting of Friday Fictioneers.  Thank you c.e.ayr for this fabulous picture.  How did you know I love doors?

Click on the blue frog to read more stories… and if you want to add your own, which would be fabulous, click on Rochelle’s name for the rules and regs.

ceayr-purple-door

Word count:  100

Genre:  Fiction

When One Door Opens...

She strolled, admiring doorways, a form of meditation, if you will.  She never could sit, pretzel-like, eyes closed, hands out in that famous yoga pose, seeking wisdom.  How the hell were you supposed to empty your mind and breathe when you were cramping up all over the place or going numb?  No, much better to walk…

Alexander Graham Bell’s: “When one door closes another door opens, but we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us,” came to mind.

Smiling, she stepped over the chain.

 

The Meetup – Friday Fictioneers

Yes, it is Wednesday, so that means Friday Fictioneers time!  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, artist, writer, patient hostess,  has chosen our very own c.e. Ayr’s photo…

Don’t ask me why I went where I did but, I, ahem, went down a different path this week…

Should you wish to join in on our crazy adventure, please click on Rochelle’s link for the hows and whats.  If you wish to read other participants’, just click on the blue frog below!

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Got some creative crit and decided it was well-founded. I re-wrote the story as a result… 

© c.e. Ayr.

Genre:  Fiction

Word Count:  100

The Meet-Up

It was supposed to be for a light lunch.  Neither was hungry, so they had a drink:  water for her, soda for him.

They sat at a table and exchanged pleasantries.  He asked questions, his gaze intense and she felt like he was reading more than her words.  She felt the tension build and squirmed in discomfort, feeling totally exposed, yet strangely excited.

Before she knew how, he made her feel things she never imagined.

As he left her, dazed, yet lit up, he said:  “You’ll see, this will play out in your head all day.”

He was not kidding.

Friday Fictioneers – Barriers

It’s Friday!  That means Friday Fictioneers is here!  Oh my yes, I am posting on a Friday instead of a Wednesday or even a Thursday.  Must keep you all on your toes!  That, and the fact I have a serious virus in my official computer and after a couple of days of trying, I gave up and have resorted to my old laptop.  Thank goodness this one works!

So, without further ado, let us thank Mr. c.e. Ayr for his lovely photo and Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this party every week!

Click on ye olde blue froggie if you would like to add your own story to go with this photo and if you still dare not, then at least enjoy the wonderful stories linked to it! 

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© c.e. ayr

Genre:  Fiction

Word count:  100

The Barrier

It’ll never work out between us.

Why ever not?

We don’t come from the same background.  We are different people and want different things.

I don’t understand how you can say that based on a couple of dates!

I just know.  Your real Prince Charming is out there.  I just know it isn’t me.

How can you possibly know who or what would make my “Prince Charming”?  We barely know each other!  You can’t judge based on the few hours we’ve spent together!  Why are you putting up these barriers?

I need to protect my heart. You will break it.