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.

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!

If you want to read much better stories, click on Monsieur Frog.

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©Roger Bultot

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.

©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.

 

 

 

 

 

Chinese Whispers – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday!  Well for the next thirty minutes, anyway… 😉  Hostest with the mostest, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields has chosen a rather interesting photo this week.  Thank you Roger Bultot for setting me on a strange path with this one!

I want to apologise to my fellow FFers for my lack of participation in reading and commenting.  I started a new job last week and feel like a whirling dirvish.  I know once a routine has been set by both the golf club where I work and by myself, I will do better.  I promise!

If you are interested in reading other stories, please, by all means, click on the blue frog.  Should you feel inspired to add your story, please click on Rochelle’s name above and follow the instructions!

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Copyright © Roger Bultot

Genre:  Fiction

Word Count:  100

Chinese Whispers

Did you hear Martha and George are getting divorced?

No way!  Hey, did you hear? Martha’s leaving George!

Get out, Theresa.  That can’t be.   Listen up, June, I heard George cheated and Martha’s leaving him.

Oh come on now!  That is hogwash.  Stop spreading tales.  Susie, Martha caught George cheating on her with the maid!

Gretchen, did you know? I can’t believe it, but Martha found George with the mailman!

Oh lordy, we shouldn’t spread rumours!   Francine!  Martha just found out George is gay.  She’s leaving him.

You will not believe this, Danielle.  George is dead and Martha did it!