Good Wednesday evening, my peeps! It’s Friday Fictioneers time and I have finally come up with something. Having already written a post about my son’s love for trains as a boy and another on wanting to run away via train, I was a tad stumped. What to write about? My creative muse having abandoned me completely, I had to rely on a fond memory.
Thanks always to Rochelle for being the hostess with the mostest and this week, a thank you to Dawn M. Miller for the use of this beautiful picture.
Do try your hand at a 100-word story based on this photo by adding your link to the blue frog below!
Add the Frog to your Blog
Feel the Rumble
Sitting around the dinner table the sounds of her guests enjoying themselves pleased her.
Suddenly, everyone stilled, silence reigned and they turned to her wide-eyed.
“What the hell was that?” one queried.
“What do you mean?”
“That rumble. Earthquake? Didn’t you feel it? And it sounds like glasses are crashing inside your china cabinet.”
“What rumble?” She frowned. “Oh that! Ha ha! That was the train! I don’t even notice it anymore and I didn’t hear the glasses because of the party. Every few months or so, I have to push them back because they jiggle with each train passing.
Good Wednesday morning, my peeps! What does that mean? Friday Fictioneers! Luckily for me, I was asked to switch shifts (from 11 to noon) so I had an extra hour this morning so I could write this now rather than later, when I could have forgotten what I wanted to write. Coz that happens. Often.
Thank you always to the lovely Rochelle for hosting this here weekly party and this week, a thank you to our very own Dawn M. Miller‘s grandson, Nathan Sowers, for this beauty of a picture.
Want to join in on the fun? It is fun. And addictive. Just click on the blue frog below to add your link to your 100-word story that you came up with when you saw this picture 😉
Get the frog for your blog
The House That I Built
“Why do you always bug us to keep the house up?”
“You listen to me very carefully. It took me everything to get where I am. I worked hard. But I became a drug addict and a pusher. I had a house at age 23. Amazing, eh? Well, I almost died from those drugs and lost everything. I owed lots of money and could have gone bankrupt but instead I worked my ass off, ate macaroni and bologna for years as I paid back every single dime I owed.
“So yeah. It’s really important to me to keep my house up.”