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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…

A WHALE TALE

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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.”

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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

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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.

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Whale Watch Boat… The Odyssey coming into Friday Harbor

THE ARTIST’S STUDIO… Maria Michaelson

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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.

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I stopped to take some pics and say Hell0.

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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.

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To see Maria’s…

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The Pitcher…

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Chimera 66 #4… UGLY FRUIT? NO, GUAVA!

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UGLY FRUIT? NO, GUAVA!

“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.”

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(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:

Guava

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

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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!”

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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

Friday Fictioneers… OFF

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OFF… by guest author Mary Ellen Courtney

“Lady raised them,” said the Detective. “Then electrocuted them for their pelts.”

“Madonna still wears chinchilla,” said the Coroner. “They spared one lucky guy.”

A lone chinchilla sat in a cage with two rotting, wire-trailing buddies.

The lady on the garage floor was as dead as the rodents; a skinning knife stuck in her chest, a PETA calling card between her fingers.

“I’ll take the survivor home,” said the Coroner. “The kids want a pet.”

“Name it Lucky?” asked the Detective. “Madonna?”

“Off.”

The detective looked over the chinchilla operation, and handed her a cage.

“Grab some food,” he said.

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Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields chose one of my photos, the electric panel on my kiln, to be the prompt at Friday Fictioneers today.  The photo caught a friend’s attention and she said she’d like to write a story sometime, but didn’t blog.  Since I can’t rely entirely on my granddaughter Ula to write my blog for me (while I take time off on a project) I invited Mary Ellen to write a story for TedBook.  She did, and added a few photos of her own.  It took me a while to understand her story, but after some thinking I got it.  See if you get it.

Mary Ellen Courtney lives in Friday Harbor, Washington and writes novels.  She is currently working on the third book of a trilogy.  Wild Nights was the first, followed up by Spring Moon and both have won numerous awards.  She would be too modest to brag, but you all know me and I’m not… I have listed them below.

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Winner 2013 Indie Excellence Award ~ Silver Medal 2013 Global eBook Award ~ 2013 Finalist ForeWord Reviews
2014 Silver Medal Readers’ Favorite ~2014 B.R.A.G. Medallion

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2014 Finalist International Book Awards ~ 2014 Finalist USA Best Book Awards ~ 2015 B.R.A.G. Medallion

Friday Fictioneers… MUCKING OUT

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MUCKING OUT …A Drabble for FriFic

At a brownstone in Wicker Park, the new apartment manager goes to work…

“Where do we start?”

“What do you mean?”

“What do you mean, ‘What do I mean’, Ethel? You asked for help, this place is a disaster! Who the hell was this Doug guy, look at this junk!”

“He was a sweet guy, very poetic, and he loved the sea. Did I tell you he was a submarine commander once?”

“Didn’t look the sailor type to me, Ethel, more of a mountain climber, and definitely not a poet.”

“That’s why he moved to Hawaii, to live on a mountain. Pick something out, Cheryl.”

“He took all the good stuff, Ethel!!!”

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Friday Fictioneers’ Rochelle Wisoff-Fields has given us a photo by her BFF Douglas M. MacIlroy.  To see a story I wrote about meeting Doug ➸ ABOVE THE CLOUDS

To see other stories based on Doug’s photo ➸ 

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PAINTER OF DOGS BECOMES A DIFFERENT KIND OF STORY TELLER

The other day, I shared this ‘America’s Funniest Home Videos video of a guy playing with puppies, with a friend on facebook… she is not just any dog lover, but a world-renowned artist who specializes in paintings of dogs.  Other animals sometimes come out of her brush, but mostly… Dogs.  She is also President of the Animal Shelter on San Juan Island and an all around champion of animal rights.  Here she is in her studio holding my favorite Dog Painting, and you can view her work here… JAIME ELLSWORTH

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So, she makes this smart-aleck comment about the guy being her brother, and I like a dope say “Is it really your brother?”  I was astounded by her reply, and immediately thought… TedBook!

Jaime Ellsworth No…but we could be long-lost twins separated at birth by a baby snatching nurse who sold him off for money for cash to gamble away in Vegas. She drank too much and lost all the money, and then felt so guilty about her dirty deed that she became a hooker to try to buy the baby back. Sadly that was her downfall as she became addicted to heroin and spent every penny she had on drugs. My brothers faux parents could never figure out why he preferred the company of dogs so much because they were told his real parents were busy astronauts and never had any attachment to animals or children as they were always in space. As a child he was never allowed to have a pet and made up for it in his adulthood by stalking people at pet stores who bought puppy chow and followed them home, waited until they went to work and climbed in the puppies play yards to fill his heart with all the puppy love he was so denied as a child……….to be continued…. “

So what do you think?   Artist becomes Author?  I for one am looking forward to the ‘to be continued…’

To see a previous TedBook story about The Painter of Dogs,  and a show at Waterworks Gallery in Friday Harbor…

DOG SHOW… Sort of…

 

Friday Fictioneers… STOP THE MUSIC!!!

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STOP THE MUSIC!!!… A Drabble for FriFic

“Hi, Cheryl, it’s me.”

“I know it’s you before I pick up the phone, stop telling me every time.”

“Well get over here, the shit’s going to hit the fan!”

“What the hell are you talking about, Ethel?”

“The kids, the kids downstairs playing music! I’ve called the cops!”

“No. I thought they were pretty good.”

“Well, you don’t live above them and have to listen to it night and day. Besides, I seem to remember you were pretty pissed when we were watching Big Brother, and now you won’t come over for Survivor.”

“Oh Yeah!!! I’ll be right over.”

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A 100 Word Flash Fiction for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers, based on her photo.

To see more stories…

 

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