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SAILING

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SAILING… a Drabble for FriFic

A telephone rings…

“Hi, Cheryl. Want to go sailing?”

“Are you crazy! You know I get seasick, Ethel. Who did you snooker into taking you out on the lake?”

“Not sailing sailing, silly, garage sailing.”

“What the hell is ‘garage sailing’?

“It’s when you go to garage sales looking for cool stuff.”

“Oh, right. Remember your antique-vase-phase? The last thing I want to do is follow you around while you search through other people’s worthless crap looking for something you can’t do without.”

“Well, I thought it would be fun. Hey, remember the vase I got you?”

“Okay, I did need that one.”

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Thanks to Sarah Ann Hall for lending this photo of her antique-vase-phase to Friday Fictioneers for this week’s prompt.

NO SHOE PRINTS?

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NO SHOE PRINTS?

“So what were they doing again?” asked the Sergeant.

“They were running around.”

“Running around. Naked, you say?”

“Yes, running around naked!”

“So, they didn’t have any clothes on then?”

“No, they didn’t have any fucking clothes on, they were naked!”

“Sergeant, we’ve finished checking the area and judging by the footprints in the garden there may be as many as six trespassers.”

“Based on the different shoe patterns?”

“No sir, no shoe prints, just bare feet prints.”

“So no shoes then?”

“Oh for fucking Christ! I told you they were naked!!!”

“Oh right, you did. We’ll look into it.”

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This is one I wrote based on the artwork above for another writing group I was in and have not been able to find who made the image.  I would love to know who did it so I could give proper credit, but as soon as I saw it the story seemed to write itself.

It is a take off on Salvador Dali’s famous work.

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“In Voluptas Mors”

FOLIAGE

 

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FOLIAGE… a Drabble for FriFic

A telephone rings in Wicker Park…

“I’m pissed, Cheryl.”

“Well helloooo to you too. What’s up now?”

“You know the pretty foliage I like to look at? They’re cutting it down!”

“You got me. Where?”

“Outside my kitchen window!!!”

“That ratty ivy next door? I wouldn’t call that ‘foliage’, Ethel. Why?”

“They’re going to paint the bricks!”

“Big improvement.”

“But, Cheryl, paint? I complained to the painters, but they wouldn’t listen.”

“For crying out loud, Ethel, that’s not who you talk too.”

“I was told ‘time marches on, lady’, so rude! It’ll be ugly.”

“How ’bout getting a window shade?”

“I should have called Betty! Good-bye!!!”

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Loved this week’s photo prompt, by Roger Bulltot, of the Renwick Ruins on Roosevelt Island. Originally a smallpox hospital built in 1856 and claimed to be the most haunted spot in NYC. You can read such a story right here… Tour Guide at Roosevelt Island.

(I trimmed Roger’s photo a bit since brownstones in Chicago don’t have lawns that large)

Get Off The Pot!

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Get Off The Pot!  A drabble for Friday Fictioneers

‘What is taking her so damn long?’, thought Ethyl. She had to pee and was dying for a cigarette, having just taken up smoking recently. “Cheryl, hurry up!!!”

“Hold your horses, Ethel.”

Ethel was tired of holding her horses. And there it was again, those tones, very faint, so familiar. Just then it dawned on Ethel. “Dammit, Cheryl, I know what you’re doing. You are sitting there playing Trivia Crack on your phone with Frances while I have to pee!!!”

“I’m doing no such thing!”

“I can hear the frigging wheel go round”

“I’m… dammit!!! Now look what you’ve done!”

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The prompt photo by  J Hardy Carroll immediately told me what Ethyl and Cheryl were up to today.  Join Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and the gang to read more 100 word stories at:

THEY WRITE ON FRIDAYS… Friday Fictioneers

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THEY WRITE ON FRIDAYS… a Drabble x Four for FriFic

On the Northside of Chicago, a call button is pushed…

“Ethel, lemme in.”

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“Those stairs are going to kill me. What you want to show me?”
“Check this out, Cheryl; I’m writing a story!”
“What the hell is this photo?”
“It’s my writing prompt for Friday Fictioneers. I’m going to be an author!”
“Oh spare me. Is this before the oil painting, the pottery, or the garden?”
“No, I’m serious this time.”
“You are always serious, Ethel, you just find something new the next day. Okay, what’s with this Friday fiction thing?”
“A writing group that writes on Friday’s. A lady named Rochelle runs it, and she’s written a bunch of books. Look, here’s all the people and their stories this week.”
“Hmmm… if they write on Friday, how come there’s 56 stories, it’s Thursday? Besides, they look like a bunch of weirdos to me, look at that guy with the clown nose, number 53 looks cute, though. What do you want me to do?”
“Help me think of a story, Cheryl. I thought this would be easy, but I don’t see any story in this photo.”
“Quit whining, Ethel. I see a prison in this photo. Do you think Peter Abbey was in prison?”
“Who?”
“Peter Abbey, the guy Rochelle got the picture from. I swear you don’t pay attention to anything, Ethel. Write a story about a prison. How long does it have to be?”
“100 words, no more no less. I hear she’s pretty strict!”
“How in hell you supposed to write a story in 100 words? Maybe we better read a couple stories.”

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“I have to admit, Ethel, some of those are pretty good. Just steal an idea from one of them.”
“I can’t do that if I’m going to be a real writer, Cheryl, they have to be my words. Besides, they might catch on and then I’d get in trouble.”
“Oooooh, what kick you out of being a Friday Writer?”
“It’s Friday Fictioneers because we write fiction!”
“And you write on Friday; I get it. Okay, let’s write a prison story. One for women and there’s lots of cat fights.”
“Good, and mean guards! Someone gets a shiv in this walkway and there’s blood all over.”
“I like that, better start writing this down. I’ll help you.”
“I’m excited, Cheryl, maybe I’ll be a famous author someday.”
“Don’t you mean, We, Ethel?”

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I have always written exactly 100-word stories… no more no less… and as Ethel says, ‘I hear she’s pretty strict!’ and I have never wanted to get on that little ball of fire’s bad side.  But, since this is Rochelle’s fourth year heading up Friday Fictioneers, I thought I’d write 400 words… a Drabble a Year.  I asked the girls to help; I wonder if they can figure out how to work the frog thing.  Thanks to Peter Abbey for the photo prompt.

Here’re some stories from other people who write on Fridays…

King of the Mountain… Revisited

Repeating the story I wrote the first time this photo appeared at Friday Fictioneers, featuring our own Ironman… To read current stories of this photo prompt by Sean Fallon (he’s alive and well in Australia) click this frog…    

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WHO???

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WHO???… a drabble for Fri Fic

“Hi, Cheryl, it’s me, Ethel. Guess what we have to watch!”

“Not another reality show, please.”

“No, it’s science-fiction!!!  A guy travels around in a British police station saving the world from aliens!”

“Great, you probably got that from Kate, I think she flies around in a Photo Booth”.

“No, Betty.”

“Hockey Betty? I thought she only watched Survivor and Big Brother.”

“She turned me on to sci-fi! It’s a great show; you have to watch.”

“What’s this policeman’s name?”

“Who. He’s not a cop he’s a doctor.”

“Okay, a doctor?”

“Who.”

“Stop saying who, Ethel.”

“He’s Doctor Who, dammit!!!

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Love the photo by Roger Bultot, that Rochelle Wisoff- Fields picked for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt.  Be sure to read her story… and all the other Fictioneers stories. Thanks for reading mine, it’s been a while.

On a side note… I usually don’t divulge my inspiration for characters… but in this case, Kate is based on a friend of mine in Austraila with a very interesting blog… please visit and say Hi.  I think you will like her as much as I.  Photobooth Journal

One final note… this story is dedicated to my granddaughter, UlaG, who is a frequent contributor to TedBook and a Doctor Who Fanatic.

 

Friday Fictioneers… THREE FLAT WALKUP

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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…

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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

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

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