Stacie watched him board the bus to a new life. And out of her’s forever… she knew she would never see him again.
When he stepped off the bus, he would be trading his cowboy hat in for a helmet. His bulk filled the door, as he handed his ticket to the driver… just the type of guy they liked to put up front.
She had a sadness deep inside, knowing he wouldn’t be coming back. Oh, he would write at first, but they would take him from her.
He stepped off the bus in Oakland… “Welcome to the Raiders!”
I haven’t written a story in some time for the Friday Fictioneers. Too much work this summer and a focus on my PhotoLog got in the way. But, this is where I first wrote a piece of fiction… thanks to Madison Woods. I had never heard of anything like 100-Words Flash Fiction before I somehow came across Friday Fictioneers. Wow, all the writers I’ve met because of Madison… places I’ve gone, and things I’ve seen thru their eyes. So, I’m writing this in tribute to Madison Woods, for she is handing the FF off to a new caretaker next week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. So goodbye Madison… this one’s for you… 100 Words, of course.
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2015… Fun to see my old friends again! Thanks for three great years, Rochelle!!!
Sloe Gin was the only thing I could steal. The old Chinaman always watched us like a hawk, but I was able to slip a half-pint into my pocket. I’d never had Sloe Gin, but it was quickest to my hand.
Drank the whole thing at the dance, since my date said she didn’t want any.
I probably shouldn’t have driven, but Joan didn’t know how to drive yet, and made a big deal about not having a license.
I made it part way and had to pull over and run into the bushes.
No more Sloe Gin for me.
The top is off!!!
I told them not to screw with things… would they listen? Nooo… and now there’s no top. There one minute, gone the next!
Would it be so hard, just for once, to have something done right? What are we going to do to explain this one? A landslide won’t work here, and of course floods are out. I guess we’ll have to hurry and pull a Mount Saint Helen’s before the sun gets up to high… and the natives see it’s gone.
This is such a pain in the ass… but we can’t have another panic.
It must be Friday… time for Madison Wood’s Friday Fictioneers, and some 100 Word Flash Fiction! To see all the stories or to join in and add yours, click here.
Credit for the Photo Prompt belongs to the Aloha Man, Douglas MacIlroy on the Big Island. He works at the Keck Observatory on top of Mauna Kea… 13,522 feet above the Hawaiian Sea. To see another great photo taken from his office and to read a celestial account of his job ➢➢➢http://ironwoodwind.wordpress.com/2012/05/29/just-another-night-at-the-office/
Something keeps rumbling overhead. Sounds of pushing.
I was falling. That was the scariest part. Of course the landing wasn’t a piece of cake… hurt like hell. Right on my back. Oh, God it hurts my ribs to move.
How long has it been? Maybe five days now. I can remember walking the field, then grabbing at air as I went down the pit. So fast… like instant. I can just see some light above, and the drip of water every once in a while has been a Godsend. I think I’m past hungry.
There’s the rumbling again.
Another 100 Word Photo Prompt from Madison Woods… and here’s where to find the stories… Madison’s blog
I came across her… sentinel on a country lane… green mottled skin slowly rusting to a different hue. I was conflicted in my feelings toward her. First surprise, then awe at her beauty. But so many questions. Whose? Was she afraid, tucked away in the woods beneath a blanket of leaves? She looked so forlorn in her abandoned state… yet, somehow majestic in her loneliness. I was in love. I wanted to paint her.
I would always take a moment to visit.
Then today… Gone! Whisked away by an alien starship, the ground dusted for prints and wiped clean.
It’s Friday, and time for 100-word Flash #FridayFictioneers…
Flash Fiction over at Madison Woods
When I saw Madison’s photo, I knew exactly what I was going to write about, except I didn’t know how I was going to do it. After all, this is supposed to be fiction, and I had been kind of cheating lately with the memoir thing. I think this may be a combo.
I was on Kanaka Bay Road one day (and no… this Island isn’t Hawaiian) and came across this old truck, parked next to the road. It was beautiful, sitting in the shade, and I thought it would be a great subject to paint. I love paintings of old abandoned things. My friend Matt, had painted one recently and I thought he would be the perfect guy to do the job. He may have been in his Hay Bale Period by then, because I begged him to do it and he wouldn’t budge. But in his defense, he really would rather do boats, and he is very good. Next, I begged my friend Jill, but she was more into crows and nature. I tried to explain that there were trees and things, but to no avail. Lately she is doing landscapes and has just done a rooster that I think is wonderful.
This begging went on for years with those two.
San Juan Island is blessed with many fine artists, and one of my favorites is famous for her dog paintings. I should have asked her, but Jaime has moved on to bigger animals now and would most likely not be too interested in my truck. I might have been able to con her daughter, Jennifer, into doing it… she did a tractor design on one of her County Fair T-Shirts one year… wearable works of art.
I, of course, am far too insecure to try to actually draw or paint the truck myself, although I fully intend to hand tint a black and white photo I made. I once took a course in hand tinting B&W’s, from Dianne Poinski in Sacramento.
I was walking through the Sacramento Airport a few years ago, and was stopped in my tracks, just like with the truck, by a photo of The Palace of Fine Arts in San Francisco. That building is another obsession of mine. It was part of a display of Dianne’s works. I copied the info, and ended up purchasing a hand tinted photo… it is one of my proudest possessions, right up there with the sketch Christopher Young did for me, of Madame X (another passion), at the Met in NYC. And a favorite photo of the State Street Subway Entrance, that I had used so many times in Chicago, taken and printed by Jamie Powell Sheppard. So, I guess I could have done the truck, and still will someday. When I took the course, Dianne gave us prints of her photos, on special paper, to learn on. She is a pretty good teacher, because I thought one of my efforts came out pretty well, and I love the photo.
Two days ago, I went back out to Kanaka Bay. I had not been on that road for about six months, and was looking forward to seeing the truck again. But, it was gone. I wasn’t sure I had the right place, but it had to be, since the old fence with the weathered ‘No Trespassing’ sign was there. There was not a trace of the truck to be found. I was amazed and a bit disjointed to have lost an old friend. Perhaps someone is restoring her beauty somewhere… and I will get to visit again.
Thought I’d share this with the Moonshiners this week. One of my first tries to combine a 100 word flash fiction story with a photo essay. I had been in Friday Fictioneers less than a month, and had only written one fiction piece for Quill Shiv. Actually, this is more of a vignette or memoir piece, what would you call it. But, this was the first time I expanded to write some kind of essay afterwards. Tune in next week to see what happens to the truck.
Thanks Natalie for keeping the lights on at the Still.