While It Lasts – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning, my Peeps!  Et oui, it is Friday Fictioneers time.  My favourite part of the week where we all gather to tell each other 100-word stories based on a photograph sent to us via our Hostess with the Mostest, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week, she has chosen a picture from Roger Bultot.  Love this photo, Roger.  Thank you!  There should be many a variation to be found if you click on the blue frog…  Should you want to participate, please click here for the rules and regs.  Truly simple rules, I promise.  What is hard is whittling down our original thoughts to 100 words.  It is a challenge that teaches us that less is more.  G’head!  Try it!

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©Roger Bultot

Genre:  Fiction

Word count:  Toujours 100

While It Lasts

“Scuse-me.  May I please have a hot dog with ketchup and an Orange Crush for me, and a coffee for my Daddy?”

“What? Who said that?”

“Meeee! I did!”

“Who’s there?”

“Meeeee!  Down here, Mr. Bob!”

“Would you look at that… How are you Miss Sunshine?  Didn’t see you down there.  How ’bout you hop up on the stool so I can see your pretty face?”

As the father picked up his daughter, the men smiled at each other over her head.  They both enjoyed this weekly ritual, knowing one day, too soon, they could not play this little game.

7 P.M., Friday Night – Friday Fictioneers

So it’s Thursday and why did I wait until Thursday for Friday Fictioneers?  Total writer’s block.  Almost gave up but suddenly, here I am.  I love this community headed by our writer/artist or is it artist/writer leader, Rochelle Wis(please no e)off-Fields.  How she does it, I do not know… but I sure do appreciate it!  This week Rochelle chose a picture by Roger Bultot – thanks Roger!

For those of you who would like to join in on the fun, click on Rochelle’s link for the rules and regs.  For those who just wish to enjoy all the different stories, click on the blue frog.

©Roger Bultot

Genre:  Fiction

Word Count:  100

7:00 PM, FRIDAY NIGHT

For years he came, alone, on Friday nights, at 7:00 P.M.  Always sat at the same table, always the same meal:  hot chicken sandwich with a side of fries and please do not forget the canned peas on top!

And then one day, she came with him;  same time, same table.  For him, same order; for her:  hot hamburger with fried onions and gravy and a side of mashed potatoes. They were adorable.  For years, like clockwork.

One Friday, she came alone, ordered hot chicken sandwich with a side of fries and please do not forget the canned peas on top.