The Holiday

Stinking of cigars the gruff man said, “We break down tomorrow kid.” Joey being distressed looses his heart. Extreme belching from hydraulic rams lift and spin amusement rides. Kids laughing, screaming, running to and from, and yet there is no witness. Joey tilts his head toward his shoulder, and inhales a memory, jasmine. “She told me. She promised me! I will never wash this shirt.”

The holiday ended early. Why? Because her dad said so, that’s why. The cars speeding view remained still. There is only one, precious, FIRST kiss. Claire spies a green and black checked shirt, too tall.

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Friday Fictioneers is a compilation of writers from around the world who gather online weekly, guided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge? To write a story in 100 words or less based on a new photo prompt. You are welcome to give it a try.

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This weeks PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Playful Temptation

When asked, I’m the neighbor that will feed the cat, water the plants, and take in the mail. It is ironic to witness an incredibly hypnotic spider web in the home of an arachnophobic. Two years ago I brushed a spider off of Annette’s back porch, and humbly rewarded with a plate of fresh baked cookies.

What fun it would be to send Annette a photo of her kitchen. Temptation is at play. What Would Jesus Do? (WWJD) Love thy neighbor comes to mind. Sorry spider, you need to find a new home. Today I choose lame store bought cookies.

Friday Fictioneers is a compilation of writers from around the world who gather online weekly, guided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge? To write a story in 100 words or less based on a new photo prompt. Click HERE to read more stories in an online flash fiction anthology by the Friday Fictioneers.   This weeks PHOTO PROMPT is from ©Victor and Sarah Potter.

What A Mesh!

The rightful owners were bewildered to see half of the holding nets were missing, empty, or torn. The flamboyant well-healed dealers with their exotic cars, also gone. The wonderful elegant parties are now subparagraphs in legal documents. Boisterous loud condemning complaints, have given way to disappointed mutterings resembling self worth mutilation. How could a rational minded person understand it as an investment?

Digital forensic science solved the massive computer crime. The unfortunate loss of their life savings, others faired better. The storage area, the impenetrable secret coded vault, was now empty. There was not a single bitcoin in sight.

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Friday Fictioneers is a compilation of writers from around the world who gather online weekly, guided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge? To write a story in 100 words or less based on a new photo prompt.

Click HERE to read more stories in an online flash fiction anthology by the Friday Fictioneers.

Thank you, Roger Bultot for your fun PHOTO PROMPT ©

The First Circle

“Grasshopper, notice how each circle powers its partner.” “Yes master, I see.”  “Master, some wheels move faster, why?”  “The circle of life is greater for those who live longer Grasshopper.”  “Master, is that why you move more slowly?”  With the increasing weight of time in his bones, Master Zhou closes his aged eyes, and magically produces a tri-fold colorful pamphlet. “Grasshopper, you have many questions.”  Handing over the pamphlet Master Zhou with a clear deliberate voice delivers the age-old secret. “The lesson is this Grasshopper, you want to be very close to the first circle when you do multi-level marketing.”

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Friday Fictioneers is a compilation of writers from around the world who gather online weekly, guided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge? To write a story in 100 words or less based on a new photo prompt.

Click HERE to read more stories in an online flash fiction anthology by the Friday Fictioneers.

Thank you, Ted Strutz for your fun photo prompt!

The Extra Zero

“Those dammed Himalayan Kerchoos.” Church deacon Samantha’s self-scolding was enough to make her blush. She had always been a stickler for details. Planning a luncheon date required a minimum of two day’s notice. She often ate alone.

“Stupid purchasing job!” “I was happy, my income was sufficient.” Looking towards the window she wished to relive the quick easy order for fifty Himalayan Kerchoos, “That damned extra zero.” “I’m a good person.” Samantha’s self-talk played like a good cop bad cop script.

Hiram, her boss, brings her a cup of tea and smiles, “Mrs. Johnson would like three dozen for Christmas.”

100 words

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Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

The Final Blow

With hammer in hand and gripped for the blow. My umpteenth visit to uncle Harold’s abandoned farmstead produced little fruit. Disposal is everlasting. I was uncle Harry’s favorite runner. My sister his favorite dancer, and the favorites list went on.

Mom questioned Harold’s judgment. Firecrackers, slingshots, and coming home after dark my friend, my uncle Harry invented excitement. We installed the Kohler together, he taught me basic plumbing.  This summer is a lesson of endearment.

I don’t want to liquidate. The back shed is not an eyesore. It is a treasure. One day we will walk together. Jesus promised.

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Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

To read stories of 100 words based lon this week’s prompt, visit HERE.