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Friday Fictioneers: KEEP ON PUSHING!


KEEP ON PUSHING!… another 100 word story

It was hard dirty work.  He thought, when reaching this stage of his life, he could just rest.  But, it hadn’t worked that way.  Not only was he in a dark and confined space, but just a few days ago they put in a new guy next door, he was making a lot of noise every time he pushed.  It bothered him, affected what little sleep they were allowed.

“Hey there! Stop groaning, you’re waking the dead!”

“Sorry, can’t help it. I’d heard they said we did this, but these Lilies are heavy.

“It’s supposed to be Daisies, you idiot!”

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New York City writer Lora Mitchell gave the Friday Fictioneers an interesting photo to prompt our stories.

Here they are…

Trifecta Writing Challenge # 64: ALL FOR A STRAP…

moonshineHere’s another blast from the past for my moonshine grid friends…  I wrote this for The Trifecta Writing Challenge last year, about one of my favorite obsessions… enjoy.



Amélie adjusted the strap and tried to stand still. She was getting tired, but more so bored. “Madame, please try to stand straighter. I’m almost finished. You will be the toast of all Paris soon.”  She liked the painting, although not sure of the pose. And why did he dwell on the color of her skin so? She was one of the most sought after beauties of the day, and was looking forward to the Salon of 1884.

Varnishing Day came, and Le Gaulois had given John a favorable review. Fourcald called the painting “remarkable”.

She stepped from the carriage, dressed for the occasion. Congratulations and praise sure to come. But, that was not to be the case. For Painting #2150 in Gallery 31 was to be the cause of ruined reputations and changed lives that day. Instead of words like “superbe” and “magnifique” the shouts from the crowd were “détestable”, “clown”, “harlot”, “monstrueux”. Not at all what was expected, and the reviews in the days to come were scathing. All for a strap and the color of too much bare skin.

After the Salon, the artist did not show the painting publicly for 20 years. Madame Virginie Amélie Gautreau went into seclusion for the rest of her life.


Thirty-two years later, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, in New York City, would buy one of the most famous portraits ever painted. Madame had died in Paris the year before.  John Singer Sargent had become one of the most famous artists of his time.  A stipulation of sale, was that the painting not bear her name, but be called “Madame X”.



Trifecta Challenge Week Sixty-Four : Write 33 to 333 words using the third definition of the word:DWELL

In 2007, I visited New York City to see two of my favorite ladies… I wrote about it early in my blogging career…  Jennifer and Madame.


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  • Which celebrity would I like to be for a day? Well I would have to say Warren Beatty… back in the day!

  • Actually, I would not want to be a celebrity, even for a day, but if I could meet just one, it would be Jennifer Garner. My friends know that my infatuation with JG is almost as famous as my fixation on Madame X (who is one celebrity I will never get a chance to meet).It all started when I saw the above photo in USA Today promoting a new TV show called ‘Alias’. I immediately loved the show and watched every episode for five years. That was when I fell in love with JG. I embarked on a crusade to watch Everything Jennifer, which I think I succeeded in doing. I loved her in ‘Hey Dude Where’s My Car’, saw her potential in ‘Rose Hill’ (an early TV movie) and was moved by her portrayal of a young woman desperate to have a child in ‘Juno’. Of course, I cried tears of joy in 2002 when Jennifer won a Golden Globe for… Best Performance by an Actress in a Television Series – Drama.  In fact, I think I escorted Jennifer that night… isn’t her dress lovely…

Oh, I could go on and on and on… well, you get the idea… But the question of celebrity intrigued me, and I could only really think of one I would really like to meet (well, maybe Jack Nicholson… he’s pretty cool) and that’s Jennifer.

I actually had a chance a few years ago… Jennifer was appearing on Broadway in  Cryano de Bergerac opposite Kevin Kline.  On impulse, I bought a ticket to the November 9, 2007 performance at the Richard Rogers Theatre…

I knew this would force me to go to New York City, where I would get to see JG in person, and finally get to see my one true love… Madame X!

I had a wonderful time exploring the city!  What I packed into 1 week was amazing.  After all, I might never get back and so many things I wanted to see… The Met of course was my first priority… Two trips were needed to get my fill of Sargent’s Masterpiece.  The Frick Museum, Statue of Liberty, Top of 30 Rock, MOMA, Guggenheim, NYC Public Library, Corned Beef at Katz Deli, Central Park, GreyLine Tour, Three Broadway Shows, Riding the Subway (brought back such happy memories of my days in Chicago) and just walking the famous streets of The Big Apple.

I was never exhausted… because I was on a mission.  I was lucky enough to be able to stay with a friend of Krista’s… Noted Filmmaker Greg IvanSmith and his dog Olive.

Their generous hospitality, well his anyway… Olive didn’t like me… was the Cherry on top of a wonderful week.  I do hope to get back to see Madame Pierre Gautreau once again some day, but if I don’t, I have some wonderful memories of spending time with her and my trip to New York.

Cyrano was Great!!!  Kevin Kline was amazing and Jennifer was wonderful… when she entered the stage my breath was taken away and I was absolutely enthralled for 2 hours.

After the show, I was too afraid to go backstage and maybe get a chance meet my idol.  I felt that I didn’t want to intrude, and that she wouldn’t want to be bothered by me.  I knew in my heart that would not be the case, because that’s not the kind of person she is… but that’s how I rationalized it…

I was just chicken.  I did wait outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of her as she dashed to the limo that Ben would bring to take her home.But it was pouring rain and no doorways to stand in, so I went back to Greg and Olive.  So, even though I didn’t get to meet My Celebrity, I did get to see her in person.

On a side note: The day after I saw the play, the Stagehands Union went out on strike closing all shows on Broadway.  Someone upstairs must have been smiling on me… I got to see my two loves in NYC!

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