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Friday Fictioneers… HOT STUFF

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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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Friday Fictioneers… LET’S SMILE!

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LET’S SMILE!… a Drabble for FriFic

“Let’s take a usie.”

“Please, not the iPhone again!”

“Come on Cheryl, it’ll be fun.”

“Ever since you got that thing, you’ve been taking pictures of everything you eat and everywhere you go. Who needs that many pics of your face.”

“You should get one instead of that flip phone, it’s the fashionable thing you know. Then you can send selfies too.”

“Let me guess, a usie is a selfie of us, right?”

“Bingo, Cheryl, now scoot over here.”

“Why can’t the waitress take it?”

“Then it wouldn’t be a usie!”

“Okay, for crying out loud, I give up.”

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Author’s Note:  I had not planned to write anything like this when I saw the photo prompt.  But then I saw that USIE had entered urban slang… you can substitute me for Ethel and my daughters for Cheryl in the above story.

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Sandra Crook haunts the waterways of France in her canal boat and writes at Castelsarrison, she provided this pic to prompt the Friday Fictioneers.   More stories from Rochelle’s Flock can be found here > > > 

THE ROAR OF THE GREASEPAINT

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THE ROAR OF THE GREASEPAINT… A Drabble

“Guess what, Cheryl? I’m in a play!”

“Let me guess? Are you acting or a prop?”

“Haha, very funny. I’m going to be Dorothy Gale! Betty is directing at the Senior Center.”

“Wait a minute, Ethel. Dorothy is a young girl? Why in the hell are you playing her, won’t that seem a little weird? And, how are you going to remember all those lines, you can’t remember a grocery list.”

“You’re going to cue me, Cheryl. I’ll look young, because everyone else is way older. I’m the star, it’s my chance to shine.”

“Just don’t break the Spotlight, Ethel!”

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This week’s photo prompt is from Kent Bonham… check out his blog for the real story of the lights.  To see other Friday Fictioneers stories, head over to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields blog. 

Friday Fictioneers: THE TRESPASSERS

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THE TRESPASSERS… A Drabble for FriFic

“This place looks creepy, do you think it’s safe?”
“Of course, no one’s here but us.  I think there’s an opening around the side somewhere.”
“Perry, it’s dark in here.”
“Don’t be such a baby, Rene, you still want to do it don’t you?”
“Yeah, I guess, but it’s gross in here.”
“Look there’s a mattress!”
“Yeah, that’s real romantic, along with the needles and used rubbers.”
“It’s not so bad.  Wait!  Did you hear that?”
“It snarled, like a dog. I’m scared!”
“No, more like a wolf. It’s getting close!”
“Oh Nooooo it’s… THE HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLES!!! 
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Now, you are probably wondering about the ending of that story.  It is a followup to the story I wrote last week… INVITATION TO A RIDE… after I had received this in the mail…
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I promised a full report… I boarded the MV Chelan as requested shortly before 8 a.m.
IMG_1778 This is actually not the real ferry-boat (I forgot to take a photo), but a stand in.  The model can be seen at Seatown in Seattle.
I settled into a booth and my daughters showed up with a delicious breakfast of quiche and fresh fruit… after arriving on the mainland we readied to depart the ferry…IMG_1727 After a stop at the first of many Starbuck’s we had an exciting car wash… IMG_1729 and upon reaching Seattle, my Birthday got off to an exciting start in the make-up department at Nordstrom…IMG_1731 somehow this was a familiar theme throughout the day.  We stopped to admire the Christmas windows at Tiffany’s (designed by my friend Christopher Young in NYC)…IMG_1734 After a delicious lunch at PF Chang’s, we boarded the famous Monorail… IMG_1742 and headed for the Seattle Repertory Theater to see a matinée performance of…IMG_1745 It was an excellent production and lots of fun… IMG_1752  Checked out the Space Needle on the way back to the Monorail… IMG_1755 We went back to the Mayflower Hotel… IMG_1760  in the heart of downtown Seattle and got ready to go out to dinner at one my favorite Tom Douglas restaurants … IMG_1763 A fabulous meal of Pork Chop and Garlic Sausage followed with a nice birthday dessert… IMG_1767 A restful sleep at The Mayflower and a day of shopping finished off the Birthday Bash.
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This week’s Friday Fictioneer’s photo prompt is courtesy of Randy Mazie.  Rochelle-Wisoff Fields chose it to be this week’s inspiration for some 100 Word Flash Fiction.
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I promised my friends at the Still to finish my story of the ransom note… 

Friday Fictioneers: PSILOCYBIN FOR DISASTER!

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PSILOCYBIN FOR DISASTER!… A Drabble for FriFic

“I thought they were giraffes at first. Standing tall in the distance, necks stretched to the sky. It’s hard to see, you see, everything is hazy. It started fast and now everything aswirl and constantly changing. No!!! It’s spiders! I don’t like spiders, I know there are spiders on the wall, but I can’t see the wall. A lot of them! Wait, maybe they are monkeys. I know there are spider monkeys. No that’s silly, they’re big spiders. Hold me. Make them go away.”

It’s not a good idea to take psychedelic mushrooms, also known as magic mushrooms or shrooms.

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Well they call it Flash fiction, and that was my Flash.  An interesting look at ‘Our Lady’ by  Jan Wayne Fields , be sure to check out his blog.   Thanks again to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for calling the writers together for another edition of Friday Fictioneers.

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Friday Fictioneers… DISPLACED

I got a notice that someone named caroljforrester had ‘liked’ a story called Displaced that I had written. Her name sounded familiar, but my story did not, so I had to go back and look. It is one I really liked, because it was about when I lived in Chicago… I should write about that time, I wish I had taken more photos then.  This story recalls when we would close down the bar and go out for something to eat at 3 a.m. I thought I would bring it back into the light of day.

This was the first post for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, after she took over the helm of the Friday Fictioneers writing group. When I saw the photo I thought “What the Hell?” Then I thought deeper and the prompting process took over… funny how that happens. I hope you enjoy reading Displaced. Here is a link to Friday Fictioneers… see what they are up to now.

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Last week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt first ran in October 2012 when Rochelle took over prompting 100 Word Flash Fiction writers around the world. I remembered the photo but not what story I had written, so I went back to see and read again. It is one of my favorite stories, nice to see it again. It was fun to see who liked and commented on my story, many still FF writers. I know R W-F won’t be happy I’m posting it this week when there is a new prompt photo, I’ll risk it.

Thank you, Rochelle, for hosting these many years. Ted

It’s been three months now. The shakes have gotten worse. Chef dropped the plate off at the counter, and plodded back to the grill. 3 a.m., liver and onions, bacon and eggs, whores and drunks. Oh well, life at the Huddle House in Chicago.

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Friday Fictioneers: A BOSTON DRABBLE

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 A BOSTON DRABBLE

The steel balls shot through the crowd like a swarm of angry hornets awakened from sleep; in their wake came the nails.  The impact of the blast knocked down runners and sent bystanders through the plate-glass of nearby display windows.  Dazed, confused, amidst blood everywhere, people jumped  to help the fallen, not knowing if another blast was imminent.  Police and fire rushed to help, no care for their own safety, and after twenty-six miles, some runners ran two more miles to a nearby hospital to donate blood.  They are the heroes.

Nearby, the coward stood smirking, satisfied with his handiwork.

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I usually don’t write this sort of thing, and am not one to ‘jump on a bandwagon’, in fact I abhor that sort of thing.  But, when I saw this week’s photo and wondered what I could write about, this is what popped into my head… Why, I don’t know… I think it looks like one of those mortars that shoot many rockets at once, and the rockets are called ‘bombs’… it looks lethal, as do hornets or wasps when they are coming at you.  So I wrote my impression of what I had seen on television and heard on the radio.

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Thanks to The Princess of Punctuation,  Janet Webb, for this week’s Photo Prompt.  Visit Rochelle Wisoff-Fields to read her story and find out how to add  yours.

To read other stories including Janet’s -> -> -> 

Friday Fictioneers: HORSE SENSE

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     HORSE SENSE… a 100 word story

There had been a fire at the barn, most likely started by a idiot cigarette.  Got the animals out first, then set hither and skither to attack the blaze.   Even that old fool of a circus horse got into the act by bringing me a garden hose.  I squirted it a bit, then thought stronger measures were called for and filled buckets from the trough.  It wasn’t much, just a little scarring in one of the old unused stalls.  I’d spent time there with some of the girls.  Now that damn horse, she looks at me with one eye raised.

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Our photo, to wring stories out of Friday Fictioneers this week, comes from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields pal, the Aloha Man himself, Doug MacIlroy.

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Friday Fictioneers: KEEP ON PUSHING!

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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.

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Friday Fictioneers: JUST STOP!

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♫♪”Stop! In the name of love.”♩♫   I can’t get it out of my head.

Not ‘Starbuckie’, think ‘parents old furniture’ type. We met in line, she looked sad. I was nice. She was going to karaoke and her eyes said she wanted me to go. I did, she was kinda cute. She sang Diana Ross to me.

♩♭♬   “I’m aware of where you go”♬    She’s everywhere, even when I jog.

She was fun for a while. I didn’t lead her on. I didn’t know what to do.

♭♪♪”Before you break my heart”♭♪    Couldn’t do that.

“I want my lawyer now.”

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Another 100 word song for Friday Fictioneers… The photo prompt  was taken in Jeonju, South Korea by David Stewart, one of our Sci-Fi Fictioneers… he lives in Korea… check into the Green Walled Tower sometime.  Also, if you read sheet music… I don’t… zip it up!  And, Rich… I am not counting the musical notes as words.

Here’s where to find the other stories based on this fantastical statue.  My friend Parul said “Perhaps his photography skills added to the intrigue!”  I quite agree.  Glad he didn’t lose his Nikon.

Rochelle’s Froggie >>>>>>>  

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