Vacation in Roswell, New Mexico – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday-Friday, my peeps!  You know it, it’s Friday Fictioneers time!  This week I’m doing something new.  Frank over at A Frank Angle, wanted to play indirectly by suggesting a collaboration of sorts with me.  I send him this week’s photo prompt, he then gives me the title or idea.  So voilà!  This here is the result 😉  I really did try to stay away from dialogue.  Couldn’t do it for this one. Hope y’all don’t mind!

Thank you always to Rochelle for keeping us in line – or doing her best to 😉 .  This week, she chose this photo from Ted Strutz.  Thank you, Ted, for allowing us to use and abuse it for this challenge!

Should this picture jump up at you and makes you think of something to say, then please, by all means, join our merry band of misfits and share it with us!  Click on Rochelle’s name for the rules and regs or click on the blue frog below to read more interpretations…

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Vacation in Roswell, New Mexico

“You have GOT to be kidding me.”  Shanna watched Charlie set up his camera and tripod in the middle of the field, using the car lights to see.

“What?  So far, we have done all the stuff you wanted to do:  Farmer and Artisan’s Market, Peco Flavors Winery, and we toured the International Air Center – ok, that was for me.  Still, can’t I just do this?

Shanna sighed.  “Yes, of course.  But c’mon, you know it was proven that it wasn’t a UFO that landed way back in ’47.”

“So they say, Shanna, so they say. Can’t hurt to look, right?”


One With the Stones – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday to you.  Has “THE” storm started in your area yet?  They keep annoucing a doozie in so many regions.  I dunno.  It sure doesn’t feel or look like it’ll be that bad. Though it has started to snow here…  Let us all hope “They” have erred in their predictions.  Less of course, not more!!  While you wait and see how this whole scenario turns out, how about you read up on some 100-word stories created by Rochelle‘s rowdy gang of miscreants?  Better yet, why don’t you join us.  We’re mostly harmless…  This week’s photo from Sandra Crook – where does it take you?

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One With the Stones

Breathing in the salty air, Lily slowly wandered the grounds.  It felt so good to finally be strong enough to walk outside, without a chaperone.  She made her way to one of the benches, sat sideways, one leg bent in a v, arm crooked around the back of the bench and gazed quizzically at the stone garden.

“Do you like them?”  She nearly jumped out of her skin, not having heard me approach.  I was right behind her.

“They are quite odd.”

“They were created with people like you when they were well enough.”

“What do you mean by, ‘with’?”



One Break Too Many – Friday Fictioneers

Good  Wednesday, my Peeps!  Rochelle tried to pull a fast one on us and posted her story yesterday – we’ll blame WordPress for that one.  However, I was not falling for that trick 😉  Besides, I was busy on another post so… here I am today!

I showed this image to François, my beau, and he told me his story.  This is a big-time, cut-down version of it.  Ya know, we only have 100 words… I so hope I didn’t lose too much.

Thank you, always to Rochelle for keeping us together as a family of FF.  Thank you to J.Hardy Carroll for this great picture.

Come and play with us.  Write a 100-word story inspired by this image and add your link by clicking on the blue frog.  Easy-peasy!  Well… getting a story down to 100 words isn’t so much, but it is a great challenge!

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Genre:  Inspired by true events

Word count:  Please.

One Break Too Many

“This is the third time you’ve broken your nose, Frank.  You can’t anymore. I won’t be able to fix it.  You have to learn to harness your anger on the ice.  Hockey is not a big brawling session, you know!”

Tampons in his nose, blackened eyes, and bruised cheeks, Frank made his way home.  “He’s right.  I need to change my attitude if I don’t want to end up in jail one day.”  Muttering to himself, he came upon a boxing gym.

“Ya wanna fight, Frank?”   He walked in and signed up.  The discipline changed his life, the anger released.


Independence – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morn, my Reader-Friends!  Had to get at this out early as I’m working today.  Gonna be tough.  Haven’t worked since December 19th!  The joys of working in a golf club, eh?

A shout-out to a wonderful writer/artist/friend, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for taking care of us every week, keeping our creative juices going with these weekly prompts.  I know it ain’t easy.  Especially when you are putting together a fabulous book!  Can’t wait.  But have no choice.  😀  And thank you, Rochelle, for your sweet and heartfelt aside…

Do join in on our little weekly party by clicking on the blue frog and adding your own 100-word story that was inspired by this lovely photo by Marie Gail Stratford.  Thanks, Marie Gail!

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I can do it myself, you know.

Yes, I know.

I don’t need your help.

I know you don’t.

Then why do you insist on helping me?

Because I want to.  It makes me happy to help you.

But why?  What’s in it for you?

It’s who I am.  There is nothing in it for me but to be here for you and make your life easier.

It makes no sense to me.

You’re so independent.  Let me do my little part.  What are you afraid of?

That my self will be eclipsed again after I have finally re-found it.

Open For Business – Friday Fictioneers

Good morning, mes amis!  Can’t sleep, so might as well write, right?  It is Wednesday and what does that mean?  Yes… Friday Fictioneers is open for business!  Where does this image by JS Brand take YOU?  How about you let us know by adding your 100-word story to the group?  Click on the Blue Frog to add your link or, at the very least, to see what other fabulous writers came up with!

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Genre:  Realistic Fiction

Word count:  Toujours cent (100)

Open For Business

“Wait till you see what we’ve done so far.”

“Things are progressing well, then?”

“Sure are!  Still looking a little basic at this point.  But we already have usable rooms.”

“After seeing the destruction caused by Hurricane ChaCha, I’ll be impressed by anything standing.”

“OK.  We’re almost there.  Close your eyes while I direct the boat ’round the bend into the bay.”

“Holy smokes!  You did all that?”

“Yep!  Now we have to let the tourists know that we’re up and running.  We need the business to continue to build.”

“Count on me.  I’ll advertise the hell out of it!”



Out of the Ash – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday, my Readers.  I’ve been struggling with this image for HOURS!  So.  Yeah.  Published it, not satisfied so have re-written it.  Those of you who read the original… I hope I can redirect you back!

Thank you, always, to Rochelle for keeping us all in line, for being there week after week with yet another challenge.  And this week, tormenting us with her own picture.  Thanks, Buddy!

If you want to play along, get your creative juices going and write a 100-word story (not including the title) with a beginning, middle and end.  That means, that is stands alone, peeps!  Then, once you are satisfied, click on the blue frog and add your link.  It’s fun, addictive and really challenges one to cut the crap!

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Out of the Ash


I watched in horror as they cut down my favourite tree – OUR tree.


“I’m sorry, Lady, no choice. Bad case of EAB – Emerald Ash Borer.”

“And you’re sure there was nothing else we could do to save it?”

“Unfortunately, no. Was too far gone. Just plant another one.”

“You don’t understand. It’s not just a tree. It was our tree. Now they are both gone.”

He looked at me with kindness. “Hang on, we’re not supposed to, but would you like some of these pieces?”

I hugged him in gratitude. “I know exactly how I shall honour both.”


Trees in my ‘hood are being cut down left, right and centre because of this bloody bug…

Damaged But Still Standing – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday, my Readers!  ‘Tis that time of the week where we get our lovely email from the even lovlier Rochelle, where, once we’ve read hers (well in MY case, anyway), we take our copy of the photo she chose – quite the one from Sandra Crook this week! – add it to our own blog and try to come up with something no one else thought of; something original; something outside of the box… you get the picture.  Hyuck, hyuck, hyuck!

Anyway, ’nuff foolin’ around.  If y’all wanna play, click on the cute blue frog and add your link… Just remember.  MAX 100 words, not counting the title…

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Word count:  Was gonna do 87, bulked it up to 100 (hope it wasn’t overkill)

Damaged But Still Standing

The woman sat at the window seat of the more than run-down diner, one of only three customers who had braved entering the premises.  She marvelled that the bloody thing was still standing, never mind open to the public.  Wondered how it could be possible.  And how could it be open to the public?  And how could anyone even work there?  How could a building with holes going right through it, cracked all over and falling apart not only stand and survive, but actually function?

She looked out the grimy window, her vision blurred.  Actually, she could more than understand.