Never Again – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday afternoon, Readers… well, for those of you on Eastern Standard Time, anyway! Our wonderful leader Rochelle has once again left us with an intriguing photo, this time supplied by Roger Bultot. Dunno how my mind went where it went – just know that it is fiction! Should you want to try your hand at this lovely challenge, please click on Rochelle’s name for the rules and regs. It’s fun and addictive, I assure you! For more stories, click on the blue frog below. You are sure to be entertained.

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Never Again

She lay on her back, eyes fixated on the ceiling. The lights wavered and blurred as her thoughts took her back to that time so long ago. A memory she was sure she had buried so deep it would never come back. But that’s not how it worked, did it? You could pretend something didn’t happen, even make yourself believe it didn’t; but it did. No amount of wishing it away would make it disappear completely.

She mentally shook herself back to the present. She was no longer that vulnerable girl. She would never allow that happen to her again.

Meditation Soiled – Friday Fictioneers

Welcome to the first Friday Fictioneers of the New Year.  I had a rough go of it today with some computer issues, but thanks to my wonderful brother-in-law, Chris, all is well again.  I am a happy camper.  Our Hostess par Excellence is the not-to-be-fooled-by-her-size Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week she chose an intriguing photo that stumped me for a bit by Roger Bultot.  Thank you both for your part in this week’s submission.

Should you wish to participate, just click on Rochelle’s name above or, if you already get that we have 100 words, sans title, to tell a story with a beginning, middle and end based on the photo below, then click on ze Bleu Frogue.

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Genre:  Realistic Fiction

Word Count:  Toujours 100

Meditation Soiled

With a sense of satisfaction for a job well done, Mama pinned the last of the white clothes on the clothesline.

“There!  They’ll be bleached by the sun and smell like sunshine when done.”  Of all the chores involved in keeping the house up and running, laundry was her favourite.  Most people hated doing it:  the washing, hanging, ironing, folding.  Not her.  It was a meditation, blocking out the regular chaos.

“Woooo hooooo!”  Mama watched in horror as her children chased each other between the now mud-tracked, no-longer-white whites.

She didn’t love it enough to have to do it twice!

Awakening – Friday Fictioneers

Good Friday, my friends!  I cannot believe I missed you all last week!  It’s been hellish days of working odd hours and not having the time to read all of my fellow FF pals’ pieces, so I totally bypassed the last one.  If I cannot participate by reading at least some of yours, then I cannot expect you to read mine, right?  Reciprocation is key in this challenge.

That said, here I am on Friday instead of Wednesday or Thursday – which is cool, it IS after all Friday Fictioneers, right?  I thought I would be able to on Wednesday morning, but that meant writing before having to leave for work for 10:30 am.  Then, I figured, that’s okay, I’ll write it when I got back.  Finished work at 1:00 a.m.  Yes, you read that right!  I worked 14 hours on Wednesday… So… I figured I’d write yesterday but it was my baby’s 18th birthday so I had his cake to make, my hair to be done – no, not for his birthday but to hide my silver “highlights” that mysteriously appear at the roots every 6 weeks or so… 😉 – and I just plain had an appointment for that day!  Good time was had by all and well, here I am.  Just before I leave for the first of the last three days at the golf club!  Wooo hoooo!

So, now that I’ve bored you all to tears with my overlong intro, let us get down to business.  Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for always being there to keep us in line.  This week, thank you goes to Roger Bultot for this beautiful photo.  Do join us by adding your 1oo-word story inspired by Roger’s photo!  Click on the blue frog to add yours.

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Word Count:  100

Awakening

The morning sunlight caressed her face and shoulders. Stretching languorously, her foot slid along his leg.  She opened her eyes to find him looking at her, head resting on his bent arm, a slight smile on his lips.

“Good morning, You,” she smiled and kissed him. “How long have you been awake?”

“Not long. I was enjoying watching you sleep.  You were smiling; were you dreaming?”

“I was thinking of us.  I can’t believe how comfortable we are together.  Is it possible to feel this way this soon?”

“I feel it, too.”

“I never thought I would find love again.”

Maybe I Can Find Jamie? – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morn, my faithful readers!  Today’s the first day of Friday Fictioneers, a gathering of writers from all over our planet, partaking in a weekly challenge of writing a story in 100 words or less (I NEVER go over or under…)  I had a little fun with this one and hope you enjoy!

Should you want to participate in this craziness that is oh-so-addictive, head on over to the blog of our hostess with the mostess, Rochelle, for the how-tos.  Thank you to Roger Bultot for the use of your photo for this week.  If you just want to see what other writers saw when they got this picture, click on the blue frog.

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Maybe I Can Find Jamie?

“I cannot wait to visit Scotland, home of my paternal grandfather.  It’s really too bad we never got to meet him, don’t you think?  The Highlands… Scots… Kilts…”

“Oh for the love of haggis!  You are obsessed, aren’t you?”

“What?  Aren’t you curious about where your family came from?”

“Yes, I am, but you’re not.  You’ve been binging on Outlander and are now obsessed with Jamie Whats-his-name from the show.”

“Fraser.  Jamie Fraser”

“Aaaargh!”

“After we visit this old ruin, can we go search for the stones of Craigh na Dun, in Inverness?

“IT’S NOT REAL!!!”

“Pffft.  So you say….”

 

 

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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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.

What’s the Blooming Big Deal? – Friday Fictioneers

From the late hour on this Wednesday, February 1st, 2017, one could surmise that a) I was busy b) I had computer issues or c) I was stumped.  We’ll go for c)!  I have to admit I looked at this image from Roger Bultot and drew a blank.  Tried to type something – ex-nayed that.  Made another coffee, played a few mindless games on the Facebook, came back to the image.  Tried again.  Zilch. Made myself lunch, chatted with a friend, looked at the tumbleweed that is Zeke’s fur, turned away from that before the urge to take out the vacuum hit too hard and came back to the image.

Please forgive me.  This was the best I could do!  Thanks always to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for stumping hosting this shindig week after week.

If you think you can do better – and I am sure you can, please click on Rochelle’s name and get the how-to!

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Painful Word Count – 100

Genre – Fiction

What’s the Blooming Big Deal?

She stared out of her window at the street below.  Ugh, more snow has fallen.  February first.  Why does February, the shortest month, feel like the longest month of the year?

Her eyes drifted to the white orchid on the windowsill.  What is it about orchids that so fascinated people anyway?  Everything she had ever read about them stated they were a bitch to keep blooming.  She put the requisite 3 ice cubes per week and enjoyed the flowers as they bloomed and fell one after the other, stem and leaves remaining.

To the bin and back to Costco for another!

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.

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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.