It’s a Choice – Friday Fictioneers

Hello, hello!  Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, brought to you on a Wednesday by our lovely hostess, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, artist and author of growing renown.  This week, she has given us a most interesting photo submitted by Ted Strutz.   What do you see?  If you care to let us know what this image brings to mind, please do no hesitate to join our special family by clicking on the blue frog and submitting it!  No?  Just want to snoop and read?  Well, here, it is not a criminal offense, so do go ahead!

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©Ted Strutz

Genre:  Fiction

Word Count:  100

It’s a Choice

You drive me crazy, you know that?

Why, what did I do now?

“Miss Positive”.  Heaven forbid you get mad and rant…

Of course I get mad!  I refuse to stay there.  We all have the same choice.  Focus on the negative or focus on the positive and beauty in the world.  The choice is always ours.

You’re so bloody naïve; people will take advantage of you!

Maybe. Better naïve than cynical, I say.  Besides, isn’t that negative weight getting heavy?

Pffft.  Let’s just hide the shitty reality with flowers while we’re at it.

Not hide, choose what you see.

Middlebury – Friday Fictioneers

After a couple of weeks off, here I am, back at Friday Fictioneers on a Wednesday!  I was touched by the notes from some who were worried at my absence!  Refreshed (sort of) from my week in Cuba with my boys, here is my take on this week’s prompt, photo supplied by our very one hostess, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. (Please, no additional ‘e’, ‘h’ or ‘s’ need be added to her name!)

Now, we all know that we, the Friday Fictioneers, do not like serials on this here forum, though we are good with recurring characters.  And, as per the rules, this one is meant to stand alone.  But! For those who wonder or remember (and I don’t expect you to), this is the next part of the “Seats 20A and 20C” saga…  A story, that I promise you, when I get my ducks in a better row, will be told in its entirety!

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©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Genre:  True Story

Word Count:  100


No planes were taking off in the snowstorm.  Frustrated, we rented a car and drove from Philadelphia, PA to Newport, VT.

It was a hellish ride in the blinding snow.  A Ford F-150 driver, equipped with a plow, advised us the road ahead was closed. He suggested we follow him as he cleared the way for us, leading us to a town.  We were exhausted and needed to rest.

It looked like a snowy ghost town.

Heyyyyy, Isn’t this where we went camping a few years ago?

Just like that, I was at Jackson’s on the River, summer of 2010.



Breaking Infinity – Friday Fictioneers

So… I couldn’t get my thoughts in line for Wednesday so here I am on a Thursday evening, presenting my Friday Fictioneers story.  Funny how you can come up with a title and an idea and then once your fingers hit the keyboard, they go off in a totally different direction.  Had to change my title as it no longer applied.  I think that was the hardest part!  Oh well… Welcome to the craziness that is Friday Fictioneers, as always, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple, author, artist, sound-bite fiction expert…  And this week’s photo is none other than our Sandra Crook, another fabulous and published author.  I feel that by surrounding myself with all these talented people, they will rub off on me…

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©Sandra Crook

Genre:  Fiction (maybe)

Word Count:  100

Breaking Infinity

Chaos has returned to this house


Will. It. Never. End?

Crisis over

All are speaking to each other in a quasi-civil manner

Then, just as things start to really run smoothly

The glass has tipped and it all starts over again

How long has this been going on? she wonders

Have I been caught in some never-ending loop?

As she feels herself being sucked in once more

She stops

She takes a deep breath

She crouches down into a small ball.

And with every ounce of strength she can find

She jumps up, fists raised, and shatters the glass


As I was writing this, I was inspired by an animation my goddaughter, Kellie Kiakas, did in College.  Thought I would share it with you!

Bound from Kellie Kiakas on Vimeo.

Idyll – Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers is here and I am posting on this Thursday night because, frankly, I just had so much trouble coming up with a story!  I had all sorts of ideas and none could make it “to paper” so to speak.  I decided to throw caution to the wind and try something new.  Thank you, as always, to Rochelle for graciously hosting this party.  Erin Leary, thank you for your photo.  It truly had me stumped this week!  And, to Sandra Crook, long-standing member of this troupe, kudos go out to you for winning First Place in the 500 Flash!  That is so wonderful (and the story is great!)

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Copyright Erin Leary

Copyright Erin Leary

Genre:  Attempt at Prose

Word count:  100


Sandy beaches, as far as the eye can see
Sunshine blazing
Heat rising in waves off the pavement
Parasols dotting the seascape
No bare spots to be found
Burnt and tanned bodies
The scents of various sunscreens
Drinks with little parasols
Scents of barbecue and sweets
Steel drums and Calypso music

For some

Fields of lily pads
Straw hats and bent over bodies
Humidity that soaks your clothes in no time
Cacophonous city centre
Tinkle of bicycle bells
Hawking of street vendors
Incomprehensible language
No room to move
Unfamiliar spices wafting
Melodious, enchanting, yet jarring, music

For others

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!

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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.

Friday Fictioneers – Music Maker

Welcome, welcome, my friends, to Friday Fictioneers.  Yes, yes, I know, it is Wednesday.  What can I say?  Some of us in this group like to confuse!

This week, Rochelle, our lovely host, has given us an image by her main squeeze, Jan W. Fields.  Oh the directions I could have gone with this.  ‘Twas hard to choose but sometimes, you just have to let the fingers do the talking!

Her story is fabulous as are the other participants’.  Please do go have a read and, should you be willing to try your hand at this 100-word craft-thing, please do.  Click on the blue frog for instructions and whatnot!

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©Jan W. Fields

As you leave the house for your walk with your faithful dog, the hum of the highway drones on in the distance and you note your steps beating a rhythm, highlighted by the dog’s collar tinkling like the high notes of a piano.  Before long, the wind picks up and the denuded branches bang together adding a back beat.  You notice, as you near the park, the swish of the marcescent leaves like brushes on a drum.  Approaching the river, the steady flow beneath the ice replaces the hum of the highway, the birds’ chirping adding high notes.

Nature’s orchestra!

Friday Fictioneers – Follow Me

Friday Fictioneers is here and now I’ve properly confused you, haven’t I?  No, it is not Wednesday but Thursday!  You can count on me to not be consistent.  Keeps you on your toes, no?

Amy Reese has supplied this great photo that could have gone in so many directions (actually did, which is why it took me a day to decide which one to take!).  Rochelle, our ever-diligent hostess keeps us on our toes with her choices!

Please, do join in and give us your take on the prompt by clicking on the Blue Frog.  No? Not ready to write, then enjoy reading what some fabulous writers had to say!

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© Copyright Amy Reese

© Copyright Amy Reese

Genre:  Fiction

Word Count:  100


Sarah loved exploring old neighbourhoods.  “What a great place with lots of character”, she thought.

Moving forward, she swore she saw someone gesture her to follow then disappear around the corner.

Intrigued, Sarah complied, excitement in her step.  Slowing her pace, she arrived at a broken-down stairway, no sign of anyone.

Deciding it might be best to not go forth, she then heard the whisper, “Come, follow me.”

Feeling a little like Alice in Wonderland, she lightly put her foot on the first step, gingerly making her way to the top, with no thought of danger.

Once there, she gasped.

Friday Fictioneers – Seats 20A and 20C

That’s rights, folks.  It’s Friday Fictioneers time!  We like to confuse people so they no longer know what day it is…

Our hostess, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, from Addicted to Purple has invited us to come up with something using the photo below.  A thank you to Melanie Greenwood for supplying this week’s inspiration.

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Word count: 100

Seats 20A and 20C

©Melanie Greenwood

©Melanie Greenwood

After a fun-filled week in the sun, the family looked forward to this last leg of the trip.   Three hours to go.

Mom and youngest sat in the first row.  Dad and eldest had seats in the last row.

“See ya later. Have fun back there!”

Laughing, father and son made their way to the back.

Suddenly there was a ruckus.

Dad was swearing, storming towards the front, lugging his bags, son right behind.

“Where are you going?” Mom asks.

“What the hell kind of effing company sells seats in row number 20 when the last one is number 19?”


Friday Fictioneers – Cup of Tea

It’s Wednesday, so time for Friday Fictioneers!  I took a break last week because, let’s face it, Christmas and stuff got in the way!  I’m sure you will all forgive me!  This was a repeat prompt for many but not for me.  Thank you, as always, to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this shindig.  A big thank you to Jean L. Hayes for supplying this wonderful photograph.

Just realised it is the last FF for 2015 so to all of you, Happy New Year!  May 2016 bring you much joy, good health and happiness!

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©Jean L. Hays

Word count:  100

Cup of Tea

We met on her seventeenth birthday, September 16, 1981.  Her locker was kitty-corner with mine.

She had the most wonderful laugh – ever.  It started deep in her belly and exploded with an abandon to be heard for, I want to say miles, but that would be exaggerating!  Let’s say, heard throughout the locker room, and just outside the doors!

That laugh did get her into trouble at times – even at my house.  “Roxanne!” my mother would bellow from upstairs, as we let loose in my room.

What I wouldn’t give to have one more cup of tea with her.


Friday Fictioneers – Another View

It’s Wednesday!  Actually, it’s midnight, so it’s really Thursday.  Oh well.  Time for Friday Fictioneers!  Yes, yes, some of us try to get our stories in early!  Quite a few of us, actually!  Rochelle not only hosts this shindig, this week she also supplied the wonderful photograph!

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Genre:  Fiction – but hopefully not for long!

Word count:  100

Another View

©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Coffee in hand, she leaned against her kitchen counter and gazed outside the window.  On this quiet morning, she contemplated her life thus far.  She determined that on the whole it had so far been a very good one.  All the challenges, hardships and losses were far outweighed by all the joys, good fortunes and gains.

Her thoughts turned towards her future.  There was still much more ahead of her now.  Endless possibilities.  What were her dreams and desires? The flat lawn turned into rolling hills filled with vineyards and olive groves and sunflowers.  Tuscany was definitely part of it.