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One Photo Prompt ~ Two 100 Word Stories

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Unwanted Painting

“Sally! Come here this instant!!!”

“Don’t you think you’re being a little overly dramatic, Dear? What’s she done now?”

“You know what she’s done, Mother. Look at this mess, she let Bobby get into the finger paints. I told her to keep them away from him, and she left them laying out. Where is that girl?”

“Maybe you should talk to Bobby?”

“You know Bobby doesn’t understand things.”

“Maybe if you spent more time with him, showed him how to finger paint, he wouldn’t make a mess.”

“Easier to yell at Sally.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. I truly am.”

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Trip to Dick Blick’s

“Exciting news, Cheryl!”

“Well, hi to you too, Ethel.”

“Sorry, I know you like me to say hello first, but I’ve got big news.”

“You always seem to have big news. Spill it.”

“Kristi has accepted me into her class.”

“Okay. Who’s Kristi?”

“The painter you liked. You know I love her paintings and how I’ve always wanted to do watercoloring.”

“Is this that crazy one at the Bucktown crafts fair?”

“Yes, and she teaches classes. I’m accepted!”

“How much to get accepted?”

“Only $45 a class. I’ve a list, come to Dick Blicks with me

“Okay, Blicks is always fun.”

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I don’t think I need to give credit to the photo prompt this week, anyone knowing Rochelle Wisoff-Fields will know why. Be sure to read her story and the accompanying link for a fascinating look at a painter’s too short life.

To read more stories by Friday Fictioneers writers click the frog above. This week I stole him from my neighbor to the north Delectable Dale (I’ve never figured out how to add a link to an image so I have to ‘borrow’) She has a good story too.

 

 

 

 

 

Hinterland… 87 Words

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Near the end of the Zoom class, Sadie took a sip of her white zin and said to her friends, ” I don’t know what to do with this assignment.”
“What is it?”
I’ve gotta write a flash fiction using the word Hinterland, no idea what that means.”
“You’ve a dictionary, right?”
“Oh for God’s sake, Beth, ask Alexa, Sadie.”
“No Google it,” chimed in Marcie.
“No, no ask Siri.”
“Please, Donna, Siri doesn’t know everything.”
“I think maybe a movie,” offered Betty.
“Sammi’s here, I’ll ask her.”

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Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT#166? Write a story or poem with just 87 words, no more no less, and send it to Sammi Cox.

Flower Day

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Photo by Kristina Paukshtite

Aaron leaves the new flowers for Sara and takes the old ones back home.

In a back room, his favorite framed photograph of her attached to the door, he leaves last week’s flowers inside, it is getting harder to shut the door, he thinks he may need to start another room soon as this one is getting full, it would be the third room, so long ago she left, now he only counts years, at first it was hours, then days, he hopes he does not have much time left, but then he always thinks that on flower day.

Aaron heads outside to tend to his rose garden.

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When I saw this photo prompt chosen by Nekneeraj for MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #323  it immediately made me think of one of my favorite art pieces and a story began to form.

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 Rose Window is an encaustic painting by Friday Harbor artist Fiona Small. I saw it at an art show, in 2012, and immediately bought it before anyone else could. I liked that she made the frame also, and have always put a few of my miniature roses on the ledge. They dry up and fall out over time.  Lots of roses in bloom now, I will have to pick some new ones for my Rose Window.

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My Random Musings

Play Barbie for Me

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© Jean L. Hays

“Sally!!! If you ask me one more time today what time it’s coming, I’m putting you on a time out!”

“It’s on the truck. Supposed to be here today! Why isn’t it here?”

“Well today’s not over. What do you mean it’s on the truck? How do you know that?”

“Gramma showed me. She said it’s coming today and I want that Barbie.”

“Oh for god’s sake you have enough Barbies! How are you getting another one?”

“My nice gramma ordered it.”

“Well ask her or get dressed and wait on the porch for the UPS guy.”

‘”Nah, gonna play Barbies now.”

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Got this story the moment I saw the photo… Thanks Rochelle…Friday Fictioneers

More stories inspired by Jean Hays’ photo…

Thought I’d share with AnythingGoes…

My Random Musings

 

Cavalier… 64 Words

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“Don’t take a cavalier attitude with me, young lady,” said mother.

Perplexed, Little Sally went to find Grandmother.

“Gramma, what’s cavalier mean?”

“Oh heavens, where on earth did you hear that, child?”

“Mommy said I was a cavalier.”

“Really, were you being naughty? What did you do?”

“Nothing, of course, she just said it.”

“Well, it means you were disrespectful.”

“Oh, okay, thanks.”

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Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT#165? Write a story or poem with just 64words, no more no less, and send it to Sammi Cox.

25 in a 25

“I”m in a fine kettle of fish. The nerve of that cop.”
“I told you you were going too fast, Ethel, you never listen to me.”
“I do too, Cheryl.”
“Then why do you have a speeding ticket, and in a school zone at that!”
“There is no school in session now, Cheryl, I don’t see why I have to go twenty-five.”
“Until they change the signs you have to go twenty-five.”
“I don’t like it.”
“I’m shocked, you tell me I have to wear a seatbelt because it’s the law.”
“Well it is.”
“Well so’s twenty-five in a twenty-five.”


Mindmovemisery’s Menageie ~ Tale Weaver #280

Little Sally Cooks

Early one morning, a girl is in the kitchen…

“Damn toaster!”

Grandma enters…

“Sally, what language, that’s not lady like.”

“Well, I’m not a lady yet.”

“With talk like that you never will be. Why are you up so early and what’s the problem, honey?”

“I was hungry. I put my raisin bread in and I can’t get it out. It’s stuck and I want it.”

“I thought I smelled something. Did you lift the lever up-and-down?”

“Why would I do that?”

“That’s how you get it to pop up.”

“Thanks Gram.”

Little Sally flicks the lever…

“It’s burnt.”

Tears…

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That’s what I got from the photo prompt, courtesy of  Ronda Del Boccio. Weird, huh? Write a story for Friday Fictioneers or read other stories, probably more about balloons, by clicking the frog.

Heavens to Murgatroyd!

“I’m thinking tunafish salad sandwiches.”
“Why? Ethel, you know I don’t like fish.”
“That’s so silly, Cheryl, just because you found a bone once.”
“More than once I found bones. They don’t pull them out right.”
“Salad?”
“Nope.”
“You can have a Devil Dog, I hear they make good hotdogs.”
“They don’t make the hotdogs, they just heat them up.”
“Well, have a heated up hotdog then!! I know you like chili dogs.”
“Nah, not in the mood for spicy.”
“Heavens to Murgatroyd! What will you eat?!?”
“For God’s sake, Ethel, haven’t heard that in ages. I’ll have the tuna.”

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Always fun to see one of my photos used for the prompt at Friday Fictioneers… Each week, 100 some writers making up 100 word flash fiction stories at the behest of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Nice to see Ethel and Cheryl show up for this one.

Here is where to find the stories…

Fade… 17 Words

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“Hey, what’s that Stone’s song, Fade Away or Fade to Black?”

Not Fade Away, fool.”

“Oh, thanks.”

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Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT? Write a story or poem with just 17 words, no more no less, and send it to Sammi Cox.

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I thought of my daughter Ashley, who is a huge Stones fan, when I saw this prompt. She can sing every song. You can pretend I speak the first line and she says the second.

 

This is a clip from the Mike Douglas Show in 1964. It’s hilarious and you do get to see them do Not Fade Away, kind of.

 

And, if you like Not Fade Away… have you heard Buddy Holly do it?

And… Jerry would be pissed if I left out the Dead!

Then, there’s Stevie Nicks.

And I saved the best for last… Austin City Limits… 20 musicians tearing a new one. Wait till you see who they are… I didn’t know Sheryl Crow played the harmonica… 11 guitars.

Little Sally Decides to be a Dancer

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Grandma was watching a documentary, the loud drumming filling the air has caught Little Sally’s attention.

“Come in girl, sit up here with me Sally, you might like this.”

Little Sally watches the men twirling fire and women moving back and forth waving their hands.

“That’s what I’ve always wanted to be.”

“What’s that, honey?”

“A dancer. I’ve always wanted to be a dancer.”

“Since when?”

“Since I saw these outfits. I want one, why’re they grassy?

“Because once people made their clothes out of what they could find. This honors tradition.”

“I’ll bet you can find it on Amazon.”

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Special Photographer this week, Rochelle probably didn’t have to steal this image… Photo Prompt © Jan Wayne Fields.  Rochelle’s Frog of the Week holds more stories, give it a click…

I have invited an author friend of mine to join Friday Fictioneers. She started a writing blog because she wanted to try some flash fiction. What better place to start I told her. Look for GRIFFINSKEYFICTION… here is Polly’s first story… Aloha from Waikiki

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Oh look! Little Sally has found her grass skirt… only $7.95 free shipping for Prime. And you know what? This little hula skirt model is just how I picture Little Sally.

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