Monthly Archives: October, 2014

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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