Best Friends








Best Friends… a story by Ula Grace

        I was five years old when they moved in across the street. They had a little girl the same age as me, and I wanted to meet her so bad, but I was too shy. One day as I was playing in the street on my trike, I was riding it up and down the road in front of our houses, I fell over. I started crying and then there she was, kneeling next to me asking if I was ok. She leaned down and kissed my knee, “There. All better.” She said, smiling.

       I looked up at her and smiled back, “Yeah, all better.”

       From then on we were inseparable, we did everything together, I waited with her in hospital while her baby brother was being born. I held her hand on the first day of high school, as we walked through the doors, I helped her get ready for her first date, she was so excited. I was there when she came home that night; I was the one who comforted her when it all came crashing down. I was the first one who she told her biggest secret. I was the one who picked her up off the floor of the cafeteria, the one who dried her eyes and cleaned the cuts and bruises. I was the one who kissed all the wounds.

       The one who kissed her lips and whispered, “All better.”

       And I’m the one who has a diamond ring in my purse, the one who is desperately hoping that she will say yes.

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A short story by frequent contributor Ula Grace.  Miss Grace is familiar to regulars as TedBook’s foreign correspondent and is the author of ‘The Cuban Diary’ found here. She attends Spring Street International School and is currently in the ninth grade.  


The illustration of the little girl on the tricycle is by Tom Hessel 







Photo on 9-10-15 at 4.57 PM

I was working and listening to an iTunes Shuffle, when Tony Bennet came on with one of his duets.  I wondered who the lucky woman would be and knew from the first note that it was Amy Winehouse.  No one sang better with Tony than Amy.  Sure miss her.

ISABEL… Queen of the Jungle


Guest Photographer… Someone in Thailand

My Granddaughter traveling the World… Happy Birthday, Isabel!

Friday Fictioneers… THREE FLAT WALKUP


PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

THREE FLAT WALKUP… A Drabble for FriFic

A Brownstone, Wicker Park… the telephone rings…

“Cheryl, it’s me.”

“For Christ’s sake, Ethel, where are you, Big Brother’s started and they’re about to vote.”

“I’m on the second floor.”

“What in the hell are you doing on the second floor, get up here!”

“I don’t feel well, I’m so out of breath I don’t think I can. I’ll just sit here awhile, let me know who gets evicted.”

“Bullshit, Ethel! I’m coming down to get you.”

“But you’ll miss your show.”

“I got a satellite now. We’ll watch it together, you know I can’t watch our show without you.”

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A prompt fromRochelle Wisoff-Fields personal photo collection this week.  To read other Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Stories this week… click the Frog…



The family had no idea that little Luigi would grow up to be famous.

The family had no idea that little Luigi would grow up to be famous.

Somewhere in Chicago a telephone rings…

“Hi Cheryl, it’s Ethel! Guess what?”

“What now, Ethel?”

“I found a place!”

“Okay?  Found a place for what?”

“A butcher shop! It’s in University Village.”

“You do know they sell meat at the Jewel, Ethel. Why would I want to go all the way to Little Italy to buy meat?”

“Well you drag me to Maxwell Street to get pork chop sandwiches, and Luigi’s is right near by.”

“I don’t have to drag you, Ethel, you love to go!  And, always have to bring back a load of useless crap. What’s so special about this Luigi?”

“I found out he invented the pork chop sandwich! That’s where you get the right kind of pork chops, and I bet we can get the recipe.”

“Dammit, Ethel! I just made soup, but now my mouth is watering for a pork chop.”

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If your mouth is watering like Cheryl’s, you can make your own ‘Chicago style pork chop sandwich’… Here’s a recipe: PORK CHOP SANDWICH

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Here’s one for Mondays Finish the Story by Barbara Beacham.  It’s based on the photo she provides and the first line of the story, which I used as the caption of the photo to start the story.  I was going to say he was a butcher, but my friend Eric at MOMUS NEWS used that (and his story is a good one, check it out), so I made Luigi famous.  The Maxwell Street pork chop sandwiches are pretty famous… actually invented by Jimmy Stefanovic.

To read other MFTS stories on this photo… 

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I thought I’d share this with my friends at Yeah Write hanging out at the Moonshine still.  Those living in Chicago will know what I’m talking about.

You can read other stories there…



© C.E.Ayr

A WHALE TALE… A Drabble for FriFic

Somewhere in Chicago a telephone rings…

“Hi Cheryl, it’s Ethel!”

“What’s up now, Ethel?”

“Pack your bags we’re going whale watching in Friday Harbor! I got a cheap flight to Seattle, and a boat’s going to take us up to the San Juan Islands to see whales.”

“Ethel, why on earth would I want to see whales?”

“You said you liked Moby Dick?.”

“Moby Dick is a book about a whale. I said I liked the book.” 

“Oh… I thought it would be fun.”

“Well I think it sounds like a lot of fun. Besides we haven’t gone anywhere in a long time. I’ll start packing.”



I’m afraid to say that I haven’t written a story for TedBook since last February… life has a way of getting in the way.  My friends in FridayFictioneers will be shocked, because, here’s a story… The Girls are Back!  Each week I faithfully look at the photo prompt Rochelle puts up, and this week I couldn’t pass… also finally having the time to write something helps.  Glad to be back.  Thanks to C.E.Ayr for this week’s photo, and to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting such a diversified group of writers each week… to read this week’s crop of stories …  FriFicWriters



For those of you that don’t know, I live in Friday Harbor on San Juan Island in Washington state.  The west side of San Juan Island is home to 3 pods of Orca Whales (also known as Killer Whales) consisting of about 73 members during spring thru fall. They swim up and down the channel chasing salmon, while being chased by boats.  Whale Watching is a major industry on my island, with many whale watch companies here, in the other San Juan Islands, from Seattle and coming 20 miles away from Victoria on Vancouver Island, B.C.


Whale Watch Boat… The Odyssey coming into Friday Harbor

THE ARTIST’S STUDIO… Maria Michaelson

Originally posted on TedBook's DAILY PICS...:


The other day I was driving up a mountain on a steep gravel road, when I was greeted by these characters.  I knew in an instant who lived there… one of my favorite artists… Maria Michaelson.


I stopped to take some pics and say Hell0.




Maria is an amazing sculptress working in Clay and Bronze.  I bought a piece of hers called ‘Tempest’ at an art show a few years ago and fell in love with her work.  She also teaches ceramics classes, and I am taking one in a few weeks, we will be making three foot tall sculptures of ourselfs… so stay tuned and see what I produce (I was a potter once, but never did any sculptures)… I’ll probably take a few pics too.  Here is the ‘Tempest’… if you are ever in Friday Harbor on San Juan Island, I’ll show it to you.


To see Maria’s…

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The Pitcher…


Chimera 66 #4… UGLY FRUIT? NO, GUAVA!

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“No way am I trying that!”

“Come on Cheryl, its delicious. Don’t be such a baby.”

“I’m not a baby, Ethel, I just don’t like the looks of it.”

“But Guava’s rich in vitamin C and helps cure bad breath.”

“So, now you’re saying I have bad breath? That’s rich coming from you, Ethel.”

“No! I mean it’s good for you.”

“Never, it’s an ugly fruit.”


(My apologies to my friend Suzanne for not writing something Ghoulistic in my first post at the GGP)

The Prompt for  Chimera 66 Micro-Fiction Challenge #4 is:


An edible pale orange tropical fruit with pink, juicy flesh and a strong, sweet aroma.

The Rules

  •    •   Challenge submissions must be fiction or poetry.
  •    •   Submissions must be exactly 66 words.
  •    •   Submissions must use the prompt as specified.
  •    •   Submissions are written for this challenge, and do not pre-date the kickoff post.
  •    •   One submission per spectre.
  •    •   Please put lengthy explanations at the end of your post, not at the beginning.
  •    •   Don’t forget to add the code for the challenge badge to your post.
  •    •   And don’t forget to have fun!
  • Here is where to find out about THE GRAMMAR GHOUL PRESS and read other stories… They are scary, not like mine.

Mondays Finish the Story…THE BOOK OF THE MONTH CLUB



‘Diamond Jack had his hideout next to the Rattle Snake River’.  Ethel, I’m not reading this trash?”

“It’s historical fiction, Cheryl. Set in the Old West.”

“Historical fiction, my ass! Look at the tv antenna on top of the house on the cover. How old is this West? Are they riding horses and robbing stagecoaches?”

“I haven’t gotten that far yet, they’re just hiding out.”

“Well, that’s what hideouts are for. When you signed us up for a book club, I thought we would be reading best sellers, not dime novels that cost $15. And you know I don’t like Westerns.”

“That’s not so, you like Clint Eastwood.”

“I love Clint Eastwood, but not because he was in Westerns.”

“Well you have to be in the book club.  Just pretend he’s Diamond Jack and read the damn book! There’s sex too, and don’t tell me you don’t like sex. You read Lady Chatterley’s Lover.”

“That was historical, Ethel, no television antennas!”



Trying to make time to write some stories again and thought I’d try this group my friend E. A. Wicklund of Momus News writes with.

Here are the instructions… “Are you ready for Mondays Finish the Story challenge? This is a flash fiction challenge where we provide you with a new photo each week, and the first sentence of a story.Your challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided. Don’t forget to use the opening sentence…Diamond Jack had his hideout next to the Rattle Snake River”.  Get creative and have fun finishing the story!”

Look here for other stories for this week’s…  MONDAYS FINISH THE STORY

Photo by Barbara Beacham


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