“I don’t wanna do the dishes, I’m too little!”, huffed Little Sally.
” You are not too little to eat the food I cook, are you?”
“Then you are not too little to do the dishes. Time you did some chores, young lady. Besides you can stand on a chair.”
Little Sally drags a kitchen chair across the linoleum to the sink.
“I’ll get all wet. Probably get water all over the floor. Maybe break some dishes.”
“No you won’t if you know what’s good for you, Sally.”
Water runs, soap bubbles, Mother watches.
“Hey, this is kind of fun.”
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Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields … go see this week’s FF Challenge. This is the 100 words I got from Ronda Del Boccio’s photo prompt, it looks like my sink, except mine is full of dishes. I wonder how Little Sally did?
More Friday Fictioneers stories here…
Little Sally said to Mother the other day, “Mother, I want to make a birthday cake.”
Mother said, “Sally, you don’t know how to bake yet.”
“I know,” Little Sally said, “I meant I want you to bake a cake, because I want to put the frosting on it, and I know how to do that.”
“Are you sure, Sally, I don’t think you’ve ever iced a cake before.”
“Well how hard can that be? I watched that nice lady at the bakery do it, I want to make one for her.”
“Do you know how to spell her name?”
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Today I am a Wednesday Fictioneer and will deviate from the posted prompt, because today is a special day. I want everyone to look at the photo above, because that is exactly how Rochelle would eat her birthday cake, I’m sure of it. (I don’t have a photo of Rochelle, so I borrowed Paulette Goddard eating cake in the Charlie Chaplin movie Modern Times, 1936)
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“Hi, Cheryl, instead of mass this week I want to go to a Jewish church, because of what happened in California.”
“I think they are called synagogues, Ethel, or temples.”
“No, temples are the Mormons, you like their singing.”
“Love the choir, Ethel, but I’m pretty sure the Jews go to temple too.”
“I guess I can look in the phone book for a Jewish church.”
“Oh for God’s sake. They are called Synagogues or Temples!!! Google it.”
“I’m going to ask Rochelle, she’s super Jewish and writes books.”
“I think it would be nice to go, let me know.”
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When I first saw the FridayFictioneers prompt photo by Roger Bultot I thought of having the girls go to church, then I saw the Star in the window. You may know Ethel’s friend Rochelle, she’s written some books.
“The Rolling Stones!”
“The Rolling Stones, that’s what I thought of when I looked at the photo.”
“That’s crazy, Ethel. Why the Stones, I don’t see Mick?”
“No not them, well I don’t think so. I just thought of rolling, then stones, then The
Rolling Stones. Well, maybe them then.”
“You never cease to amaze me. It’s a pretty interesting thing to see though.”
“What did you see? And don’t say some kind of sewing machine.”
“See, I knew it! Why?”
“I thought of spiders spinning webs.”
“That’s weird, Cheryl.”
“Not as weird as The Rolling Stones, Ethel.”
Writing 100 Words for the FridayFictioneers, and my daughter Ashley, who loves The Stones. A fascinating photo prompt, I would love to see in person, go visit Sandra Crook and she will tell you what it is. Thanks Rochelle for the inspiration this morning. For other stories inspired by this photo go here…
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.
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!!!”
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???… 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”.
“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?”
“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 Fan
MUCKING OUT …A Drabble for FriFic
At a brownstone in Wicker Park, the new apartment manager goes to work…
“Where do we start?”
“What do you mean?”
“What do you mean, ‘What do I mean’, Ethel? You asked for help, this place is a disaster! Who the hell was this Doug guy, look at this junk!”
“He was a sweet guy, very poetic, and he loved the sea. Did I tell you he was a submarine commander once?”
“Didn’t look the sailor type to me, Ethel, more of a mountain climber, and definitely not a poet.”
“That’s why he moved to Hawaii, to live on a mountain. Pick something out, Cheryl.”
“He took all the good stuff, Ethel!!!”
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HOT STUFF… A Drabble for FriFic
In a brownstone three flights up… the sound of food being spit out.
“Good God, Ethel, what the hell is this?”
“It’s my new ‘culinary de force’, Cheryl. I’m bringing excitement to my cooking.”
“Excitement! Inedible, it’s so damn hot. I hope you meant ‘du jour’, because I don’t want to taste that again. And, don’t pull that pouty face with me! What did you put in that soup?”
“It’s my new thing. ‘Rooster Sauce!'”
Ethel proudly displays a bottle of Sriracha.
“Rooster sauce my ass, Ethel. There should be a Dragon on that label. One word… ‘Moderation'”
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