I went to Amsterdam with my sister Marja in search of a windmill but didn’t see any.
I take that back. I did see a nice one at the Rijksmuseum.
Crispina Kemp has a fun challenge for writers each week. Her instructions are fairly simple: Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.)
You respond with something CREATIVE
- Your creative offering is indeed yours
- Your writing is kept to 150 words or less
THEY WRITE ON FRIDAYS… a Drabble x Four for FriFic
On the Northside of Chicago, a call button is pushed…
“Ethel, lemme in.”
“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?”
“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.”
“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.
Huffing and puffing, Cheryl never thought she’d be doing this. Hated the outdoors, liked looking at it, just not being in it. It had all started with a phone call.
“Hello, Ethel. Before you ask again, remember Caller ID. What’s up?”
“Birds! Let’s go Birding!!!”
“What in the hell are you talking about, Ethel? What’s ‘Birding’?”
“It’s where you look at birds. They’re really pretty, and you learn a lot.”
“Really? Just what are we going to learn? And how are you such an expert”
” I got a book at a yard sale, it’s all the rage now. You go out in the woods and look at birds. I’m going Saturday; please say you’ll come.”
So Cheryl, against her better judgment, agreed to go.
“Dammit, Ethel! Slow down! I don’t like this mud. I see one more barbwire fence, I’m quitting. Are you sure you know where we are?”
“Don’t be such a baby, of course, I know.”
“Well, all we’ve seen are brown birds, I haven’t learned a damn thing, and where’s the pretty ones in your book. I need a coffee.”
“I don’t know; I thought we’d see them. I think the road’s over there, I’m ready for coffee.”
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I don’t think I’ve done a Sunday Photo Fiction before. My friend at Momus does and his will be SciFi, probably a star cruiser crashed in that field. When I saw this photo prompt, a story started writing. Go read Eric’s and the other SPF Stories also.
GAME TIME… a Drabble for FriFic
“Okay, I’ll take the iron.”
“Wait a minute, Ethel! I’m the iron. You know I’m always the iron!”
“That’s why I’m going to be the iron, Cheryl. I’m sick and tired of you being so bossy, I’m going to be the iron today.”
“Oh please. My game, I get to choose, and I choose the iron. You can be the car. The iron is my good luck charm, that’s why I always win.”
“Oh for God’s sake, you don’t always win! You know what? I’m going to go get the candlestick or maybe the rope, we’ll see how you do then.”
My triumphant return to Friday Fictioneers features my favorite game piece… .
Great photo choice, Rochelle (her own this time). I love looking at shadow boxes and the memories they contain. To see more stories based on this week’s photo prompt… Click on FriFic.
Snuck onto the near deserted grounds and realized it would be pretty easy to get caught, and the security guards wore Trooper Hats. So we made our way to the entrance, and hid between the concession stands until a crowd gathered. We mingled with and rode up on the first elevator to see her.
Looking out, there she was… Seattle.
This is actually a true story, so a Friday Memoir instead of Fiction. In 1962, my best friend and I left Sacramento in his 1956 powder blue Thunderbird to see the Seattle Worlds Fair. Two 18 year old kids on their first Road Trip. We stayed with his cousins in Seattle and went to the fair every day. The line to go up the Space Needle was worse than Disneyland and took hours. We did hop the fence one morning and joining a group of suits, we went up on the first elevator of the day… which included the Governor of Washington. (True Story) The fair hadn’t even opened and the dignitaries probably thought we were someone’s kids. That was a fun road trip.
Last year I went up the Space Needle again… first time in 50 years. I don’t remember what it looked like then (I don’t think we were too impressed)… now, it is a sight worth seeing. And the souvenir shop in the base of the Needle is the best gift shop I’ve ever been forced to exit through. I bought some glasses…
This edition of Friday Fictioneers is somewhat special for me. I took the picture used as this week’s Photo Prompt. I didn’t know that Rochelle Wisoff-Fields was going to use it… but then I did tell her she could use any of my photos, and gave her the link to my PhotoLog… Oh, here it is, btw… TedBook’s Daily Pics.
To join us and write your 100 Words, go to the Friday Fictioneers blog and visit… Rochelle…