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The Wheel

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“No, not going to Navy Pier and getting on that damn ferris wheel.”
“Come on, Cheryl, please.”
“No, take Betty, she’s the brave one.”
“Betty isn’t in town. Come on, I wanna go.”
“No amount of your begging will get me on that wheel, it scared the hell out of me last time and this one’s taller.”
“Only by forty-eight feet and you survived the last one. Don’t be a baby.”
“Don’t you ‘don’t be a baby’ me, Ethel. No.”
“Cheryl, you admitted you liked it last time. What if I treat you to Gene and Georgetti’s after?”
“Oh, maybe.”

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The Ferris Wheel at Navy Pier in Chicago

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I love Ferris Wheels. I missed this FridayFictioneers photo prompt by my pal Dale Rogerson somehow or I would have had the girls on it last week. I knew they would want to go, well at least Ethel, so I’m writing this now. I see Rochelle is raiding Dale’s photos again to give her writers inspiration. Here are the Ferris Wheel stories. FridayFictioneersFerrisWheelStories

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The Ferris Wheel was invented by George Washington Ferris as America’s answer to the Eiffel Tower for the 1893 World’s Fair in Chicago and was located in the Midway of the White City

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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Going Green

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Going Green… a Drabble for FriFic…A telephone rings in Chicago… 

“Hi, Cheryl. Guess what, I’m going green.”

“Green?”

“Yep, I’m turning over a new leaf, no pun intended. I’m a recycler now.”

“Oh really? How long have you been green?”

“Three days. I’m building a compost pit too and need some help digging. I’ll need some worms.”

“Wait a minute. I’m not touching any worms, and what do they have to do with going green?”

“Less stuff in the landfill, the worms eat the stuff you put in the pit and make fertilizer or something like that.”

“Ethel, you have one planter box in your window.”

“I know, exciting huh?”

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This story is dedicated to my sister Mariya…

How Many Does It Take…

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 How Many Does It Take… a Drabble for FriFic

“Hi, Cheryl, it’s me, Ethel. I have a big favor to ask.”

“Ask away, Ethel?”

“Do you remember my new chandelier?”

“I wouldn’t exactly call it a chandelier, but go on.”

“It burned out, I was wondering if you could help me.”

“Is this one of those ‘how many does it take to change a light bulb’ jokes?”

“No, this is serious. Would you come over and hold me up so I can put a new one in? I’ll be quick.”

“Oh for God’s sake. How bout I bring my ladder and hold you so you don’t fall off?”

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100 Words from a photo prompt by Dale Rogerson, check out her stories, and of course everyone else at Friday Fictioneers!  

Like A Top

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Like A Top… a Drabble for FriFic

You are watching from your window, peering thru the slats of your blinds, you don’t like to appear nosy. She is in the neighbor’s yard, just spinning around. Looking up at the sun and spinning, arms raised upwards. She looks joyous.

“Who’s that little girl, have you seen her before?” you ask yourself, just curious, you don’t think they have kids.

She looks so thin, frail almost, her clothes are filthy, hair unkempt. From the doorway, the neighbors rush out and start shaking her. The man drags her to the house, the woman looks around.

You reach for the phone.

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Love the photo by J Hardy Carroll, as I do love carnivals and fairs, but my story took a different direction as I thought of a recent story in the news.  To see more of Friday Fictioneers’ writings click on the frog…

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.

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)

BOXES!

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BOXES! … a drabble for Fri Flic

The light is blinking on an answering machine in a Chicago third floor walk up.

Click… ‘It’s me Ethel, call me!’

“What’s up now, Ethel?”

“Get over here right away, Cheryl!”

“Whoa, whoa, slow down, what’s the rush?”

“Boxes, Cheryl, boxes full of food.”

“Oh for crying out loud! I’ll be right over.”

It’s times like this that Cheryl wished they didn’t live so close. Ethel had recently gotten an iPhone and was going crazy ordering things on Amazon. ‘Boxes of food?’

“Thanks for coming, what am I going to do, they’ll spoil.”

“Better put your Blue Apron on, Ethel.”

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This week Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields chose a lovely photo belonging to Dale Rogerson for the Friday Fictioneers to find a story in. Dale can be found writing at A Dalectable Life.

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Here they are… 

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:

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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