The Seance – Friday Fictioneers

I never thought I’d manage to play this week. I have no access to my computer as the damages caused by my water woes are finally being fixed! Woot! A brand-spanking-new floor is being installed as we speak. Furniture is hanging out in a truck somewhere and I could not watch TV if I tried as it’s way too noisy.  So, while I’m sitting in my backyard I am plugging away at this with my ancient iPad. So how addictive is this Friday Fictioneers business, eh? Thank you always to Rochelle for keeping us interested and this week, thank you to Janet Webb for the use of her lovely photo.


Genre:  Humour
Word count: 100

The Seance

Everything was set up just right. The jar full of magical sparkles was the key, according to Madame Lespérance.  How serendipitous her name meant “hope”.  Judy felt it a good omen.  She would be able to contact Stanley for sure!

All she had to do was wait for sundown to light the candle and start the special incantation.

Dusk finally arrived, she closed her eyes and recited “Oh great spirit, help me find Stan–”

“Judy! What in the name of hell…?”

“Stanley!  My spell worked! You’re here!”

“For the love of God… I told you I’d be back for supper…”


The Inheritance – Friday Fictioneers

Good afternoon, dear readers!  Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Fictioneers.  A challenge, to be sure, to tell a whole tale in 100 words or less.  It is doable.  Truly.  I’ve been participating for over a year now.  It’s a lot of fun.  Our fearless leader Rochelle sends us a photo and man, you would not believe how many directions one image can take in the hands of all these diverse writers.  It’s great.  This week, we needs must acknowledge J. Hardy Carroll for supplying this image.

Should you wish to participate, click on Rochelle’s name for the rules and regs – truly, not complicated… A full story, beginning, middle and end in 100 words or LESS.  Acknowledge the photographer and Bob’s your uncle!

Now, still too shy to play?  Click on Ze bleu grenouille to check out other stories.  Ya never know, you just may be inspired to try it yourself!  G’head!  Give it a try!

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Genre:  Fiction (Wishful Thinking?  A girl can dream, non?)

Word count:  Toujours 100 exactement

The Inheritance

The phone rang at 6:00 a.m.

“Bonjour, Monsieur Fred.  Zis eez Notaire Bluteau from France.  Your great oncle Tom ‘as passed away and you are ze sole beneficiary”.

“Me?  Uncle Tom lived in France?”

“Oui, oui, Monsieur.  Not only zat, ‘ee owned a vineyard in Provence and you are now ze propriétaire!  You must come to sign ze papers, as soon as possible.”

Excited beyond belief, Fred made his way to Châteaux Pompom in Arles to see his fabulous inheritance.

Vines as far as the eye could see, totally overrun with weeds; a house, right, so, at least he had land!

Dancing About – Friday Fictioneers

A little late for me this week.  Having fun playing tour guide with my friend Alison, from Louisiana, who is in town for a few days.  Trying to ensure I do a good job of it, trying to fix my water woes, dealing with fans that are rattling my house in their attempts to dry it out, and I’m supposed to write?  Of course!  I don’t like missing my weekly dose of Friday Fictioneers so here I am!  Thank you, always, to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple for herding us cats every week and keeping us in line.  And this weeks photo is brought to you by Magaly Guerrero.  Thank you Magaly!

Do join in this fun.  It is quite addictive!  Click on Rochelle’s name for the rules and regs, and, if you’re not yet ready to write but would like to read more interpretations, do click on the frog!

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Genre:  Fiction

Word count – 100 always!


You know I appreciate you, right?


And I never take you for granted, either.


You have skills that I find remarkable.


No one does what you do any better, that’s for sure.


And I think you’re worth way more than you give yourself credit for.


Seriously, I think you should–

Enough!  If you don’t stop dancing around the issue, whatever it is you want to ask me, the answer will be NO!  Spit it out already!


He stared at her, blinking, in shock.


I…., ahhh…. wanted to ask if you’d iron my shirt for me.

Friday Fictioneers – Did You See the Light?

Genre:  True Story

Word count: 100

Did You See the Light?

© Stephen Baum

We took turns visiting Dad in the hospital. One morning, Tracy walked into Dad’s room and he was having what looked like a seizure. Arms flailing, gasping for breath, the hospital staff trying to calm him down and replace the oxygen mask. It was a horrible thing to witness. Tracy felt so helpless.

“Why, oh why do these things always happen when I’m visiting alone?”

When all was as back to normal as it could be, Tracy looked at Dad and said: “So, Dad, did you see the light?”

He smirked and said “No”.

“Soooo… then… did you see flames?”


100-Word Stories ~ Friday Fictioneers

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