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No bugs, please.

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“Hi, it’s me.”
“I figured, Caller ID, remember?”
“Don’t be such a stick, Cheryl. New restaurant to try.”
“What kind of food?”
“Chili Dogs!”
“For crying out loud, remember that diner you dragged me to in Cicero, and then you didn’t like the chili on the dog?”
“Well, Betty says this place is really good.”
“When was Betty in town? Where is this place?”
“She was here for the bug exhibit at the Field Museum. It’s out front. I thought we could go and get a dog and see the exhibit .”
“I’ll go for the dogs, Ethel, but no bugs.”

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Here is the Hot Dog Stand Ethel wants to try. The Field Museum is in the distance. Currently they are showing Fantastic Bug Encounters!  If you are in Chicago, stop by for a dog and see the bugs.

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I enjoyed the photo prompt Rochelle Wisoff-Fields chose this week. Lots to see in Roger Bultot’s photo, and I found a story. Funny thing… part of my inspiration for this story was one I wrote a couple of years ago. Guess who took the photo for that prompt??? A Jukebox at Every Table

Here is where to read other stories for Roger’s photo… Friday Fictioneers

California Stop

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“Ethel!”, screams Cheryl.
“What?”
“You didn’t stop!”
“Didn’t stop?”
“At the corner, no stop.”
“Yes I did, I always stop at stop signs.”
“No, you were rolling, that doesn’t count as a stop. And the sign says stop.”
“Oh for God’s sake, Cheryl, don’t be so picky. That was enough of a stop. You never yell at Betty when she drives.”
“That’s because Betty always stops at signs. You made a California stop.”
“What are you talking about, we’re in Chicago?”
“That’s what they call a rolling stop. You rolled.”

Ethel sighs as she rolls thru the next stop.

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February 7: Flash Fiction Challenge  The prompt was ‘Signs’… 99 Words, no more, no less.

Call Rick

“I need you to call Rick!!!”
“Ethel, what’s wrong?”
“My car broke, I’m on the expressway.”
“Oh no!” How are you calling me?”
“A man stopped and I’m using his phone. We put the hood up but can’t see anything wrong, that’s why I need Rick.”
“Of course you can’t, I’m surprised you got the hood up.”
“The man did it.”
“I told you not to drive on the expressways, now look where you are.”
“I know where I am, Smarty, on the Kennedy at Damen, now call Rick and have him come save me.”
“Okay, stay where you are.”

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Always fun to see one of my photos used for the prompt at FridayFictioneers. Be sure to check out all the stories prompted by this old Chevy, which was left derelict in the woods many years ago near my daughter’s house on San Juan Island. My story was #79. You can find all the other stories here.

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A JUKEBOX AT EVERY TABLE… Friday Fictioneers

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A JUKEBOX AT EVERY TABLE… a Drabble for FriFic

A telephone rings on the Northside of Chicago…

“Hi, Cheryl, it’s Ethel.”

“It’s December 21st, I assume you want me to help you with your Christmas decorations again. Why can’t you do them early like everybody else? I’ve still got shopping to do.”

“No, no, I’m done with them. I’ve got a hankering for a chili dog, and there’s a new place in Cicero I want to try.”

“For God’s sake, Ethel, just go to the Devil Dog on the corner. You know how far Cicero is, right?”

“Yes, but this place has a jukebox at every table. And, there’s a WalMart next door.”

“Oh… okay, I’ll go.”

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Roger Bultot’s photo reminded me of fun times and good eats in the past and prompted the girls to take a trip.  Thanks to Rochelle for prompting me to write a story.

Here are some 100-word stories by my friends:  

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A FRIEND IN NEED… FridayFictioneers

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A FRIEND IN NEED… a drabble for FriFic

A telephone rings on the Northside of Chicago…

“Ethel, it’s Cheryl.”

“Cheryl!  What’s wrong?”

“What do you mean what’s wrong?  Nothing’s wrong.”

“But, you never call me.”

“Well, I’m calling you now.  Is your power out?”

“No. I thought you said nothing was wrong?  I know what this ‘nothing wrong’ call is all about.  Your power is out and Survivor is on tonight and you’re afraid you’ll miss it.”

“Okay, yes!  Aren’t you the detective?”

“I guess we always call when we want something, Cheryl, and I want anchovies on the pizza you are bringing with you tonight.”

“Wait a minute.”

“Just on my half will be fine.”

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Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Flash Fiction… This week’s photo prompt is by Chairwoman Rochelle-Wisoff-Fields… go to… ADDICTED TO PURPLE… for more info.

For more stories based on the prompt… 

CHEF BO… FridayFictioneers

 

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CHEF BO…a drabble for FriFic

On the Northside of Chicago, a telephone rings…

“Hi Cheryl, it’s me, Ethel.”
“What’s up?”
“One word, Cheryl, Chef Bo.”
“That’s two words. What’s Chef Bo?”
“A new Chinese restaurant on Irving! We have to go.”
“You know I don’t like Chinese, Ethel.”
“Well, you like Birds Nest Soup, Cheryl.  And I’ll bet they have barbecued pork.”
“Liked, I found out how they make it, disgusting. I like the pork and I guess fried rice is okay. What’s with the Chef Bo obsession?”
“I have a coupon.”
“Of course you do, Ethel! If you had one to Hell we’d be crossing the river Styx. Okay, but you’re buying.”

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Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers and C. E. Ayr for the photo prompt.

For more 100-word stories based on this photo, click here… 

SPRING PLANTING… Friday Fictioneers

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SPRING PLANTING… a drabble for FriFic

The phone rings in a brownstone in Chicago…

“Hi, Ethel, what’s up!”

“Spring!!! That’s what, Cheryl.”

“It’s 36 degrees out, what makes you think it’s Spring?”

“The landlady is planting flowers and she always does that on the first day of Spring.  But I don’t like her new planter.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s a porcelain throne, Cheryl!!!”

“What the hell are you talking about, Ethel? What’s a porcelain throne?”

“As if you’ve never hugged the Porcelain Throne, goody-two-shoes. It’s a commode. A loo.”

“For Christ’s sake, Ethel, speak English!”

“It’s a toilet, dammit! In front of my house!!!”

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Ethel and Cheryl have returned to Friday Fictioneers!   Rochelle threatened to steal this photo from TedBook’s DAILY PICS, and it looks like she did!  To read more stories based on this photo or write one of your own, click on the frog.

 

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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LUIGI’S

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…

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