Friday Fictioneers – Kids do the darnedest things

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

I tried. Really tried.

When he tried to thumb the base, I explained that this was a book and showed him how to open it, that swiping didn’t change the screen and how to turn the pages.

Everything became too much when I found him holding the cat by the tail and looking suspiciously at its bottom.

“Where do the batteries go?” he asked.

So, you can understand why I had to take him back to the droid store and swap my robo-child for a hoover.

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Friday Fictioneers – Courtship

PHOTO PROMPT © Bradley Harris

“Got a trout for you,” he said brusquely.

He shuffled at the door and coughed.

I took the glistening silver fish from him. “That’s kind.”

The man seemed to be waiting for something. Did he want payment?

“Will you come back this evening and share with me?” I suggested.

Demasiado pequeno. Too small for both.”

“I’ll make roast tatties, lots of them.”

“Alright, entonces,” he said, almost grudgingly.

There was no telling what was in the man’s mind. Still isn’t, and we’ve been married now these twelve years.

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Friday Fictioneers – Street Artist

PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox

He has grown old at this marketplace table. One day, we were young and easy, running in the narrow allies; the next, he was shackled to his brush.

“Chrysanthemums sell best,” he says, a flick of his hand tracing the stem of his eighth gaudy flower. “And waves, Hokusai waves.”

I notice the slightness of his wrist. As if all the meat has boiled away, leaving only a skeleton that paints and paints.

“Oh, that’s beautiful,” a woman says to her beau. “Let’s buy it.”

And my old friend’s face brightens in a smile, skin stretched parchment thin.

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Friday Fictioneers – One is not enough

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

One is not enough—not to carry the load. Two can share it, but we bend under the strain. Happy voices ring out in song and laughter but, when we turn the corner, they have vanished.

Two is not enough. Nor even a single family—parents, little ones, and grandies.

It takes a whole community.

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Friday Fictioneers – Uncertainty

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Behind us, bright lights ho-ho-humming in the night, and the merry jingle of coins pinging into their slots, the city one immense pinball machine. Ahead, darkness.

Oh, they were good times! We didn’t know it then, but we do now. Simple times—the times before. We understood what to expect.

Anything can lurk in the obscurity to come. Maybe a dragon, but maybe also a unicorn. Probably nothing. But it’s the uncertainty we fear. Even if we believed cataclysm was coming, we’d be buoyed by the knowing, and step forward jaunty to meet it.

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Friday Fictioneers – Obsession

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

She was a goddess, a liminal deity of boundaries and of spaces in-between.

“Give me wine, men, and song,” she would say. Sometimes she would grin and say “Wine, women, and song would do just as well.”

Of course, she inducted me into the ways of love and, of course, I became wholly her creature. Her touch thrilled and, yet, drenched me in a frenzy of self-loathing.

When at last it ended, as it had to, and she cast me into the darkness, she gifted me a fine St. Emilion and a song I could sing forever.

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Friday Fictioneers – Bequest

PHOTO PROMPT © Claire Fuller

My sister got the house with roses around the porch. Well, fine! I’d broken out of that slammer long ago. Aunt Tilly got the family silver. Fair enough! It has been their mother’s.

But why did I only inherit that photo of a grubby garage? This had to be a clue, the beginning of a treasure trail.

I was in high spirits when I set off for Wensleydale. Roper’s garage was a dump. But, inside those locked doors, I knew there’d be a link. There was. A jumble of engine parts and a note: “Get your life together.”

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Friday Fictioneers – The Dunny on Dune View

PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox

There are no dunes on Dune View. Only scrubby marsh—land too poor to develop, left to creatures that slink and wriggle. And above the scrub, ranks of bungalows march down the hill in tight formation.

They should never have zoned this green space residential. But a planning committee trip to the sister project in the Virgin Islands swung the deal.

The crapper was supposed to be a pointed joke. But it became a feature, the only one in a featureless landscape. And after adding the second story, we became celebrities—we have a voice, but the wrong one.

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Friday Fictioneers – Shoeshine

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Horacio recognises trouble when he sees those shoes. They are plain evil—dusty brown, the leather hard and cracked like the soil after a six-month drought. These are devil shoes. The feet plant themselves on the shoeshine stand with swaggering confrontation.  

Horacio’s shoeshine station is reserved for good men. They ascend its throne to rent, for five minutes, the lofty experience of a master craftsman serving at their feet. Uptown is better, in the canyons where they excavate money. Or the tourists in the plaza, but they wear flipflops. You can’t shine flipflops.

“Begone devil,” he says to the shoes.

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Friday Fictioneers – The Fence

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Now let’s see if I’ve got this straight. You’re saying this parcel of land is yours, and that I can’t hunt across it. Right? Everything within this little fence is yours alone? Does that also apply to the sky above? If a wind blows some of your air into my nose and I breathe in, do I owe you recompense?

Don’t you understand, the idea of owning the earth is as absurd as the idea of owning the air? Nobody can own the land or the beasts and plants on it. And that is why I tore down your fence.

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here