Friday Fictioneers

California Quail — Friday Fictioneers June 15

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Title: California Quail
Source: Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

Rose sat at the kitchen table hands wrapped around a cup of coffee. She rubbed the once-hot ceramic and stared at the computer screen. The video consumed her attention and kept her from her morning routine.  She didn’t notice the escapee as he slinked in front of the window screen, hoping to avoid detection. As the video ended Rose rubbed her eyes as she reentered the present. She headed to the sink to dump the coffee before turning to pour a fresh hot cup.

That is when she saw him.

“Frank, your quail is out again,” she yelled.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Hysteria — Friday Fictioneers June 8, 2018

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Title: Hysteria
Source: Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

She had been here before; she was sure. Or maybe somewhere similar? Alarm bells sounded, and her stomach tightened into a knot. How had she gotten here? The knot twisted her into a panic. Her eyes darted, scanning, looking for something, someone. Did no one fell the danger lurking here? Then she saw him. He stood below her, staring at her. She tried to move, to run, but instead, she was rooted to the floor, unable to break the connection he held. Terrified, frozen, she was desperate to escape. She heard screaming as the scene faded and darkness engulfed her.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Frank’s Diner — Friday Fictioneers May 19

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Title: Frank’s Diner
Source: Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

It was an institution in a neighborhood of institutions. Starting with a pushcart in the last 1800’s Frank sold lunch baskets to the workers. Later, he found the best corner and set up a more permanent building. Little more than a shack, it served its purpose. Frankie Jr. took over the business in the 1920’s and upgraded the shack to a metal dining car. The third shift diners slowly gave way to the after-hours bar crowd, allowing the diner to stay open twenty-four hours a day for over one hundred years. Frank’s customers were more than loyal, they were family.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Can I Use Duct Tape? — Friday Fictioneers

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Title: Can I Use Duct Tape?
Source: Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

David carefully pulled the car into his parent’s garage. He shut off the engine, gingerly got out and softly shut the door.

“David? Is that you?” his mother called.

David’s heart sank when she poked her head into the garage. He hadn’t worked up the courage to tell her yet.

“Oh, my God! My car. What did you do to my car?” she said lifting the mirror with both hands.

“Mom, don’t be mad. I’m sorry,” he said as he burst into tears.

“Are you hurt?”

“No.”

“Good! Get my car fixed,” she said and stomped back into the house.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Glorious Day — Friday Fictioneers

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Title: Glorious Day
Source: Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Desi skipped across the street. Reaching the corner, she flung her arms wide, threw back her head and twirled in a circle three times as she started straight up into the sky. Her blue flowered skirt swirled around her like windflower petals fluttering in the breeze. Her enthusiastic spins culminated in gentle swaying, eyes closed she breathed in sweet spring air.

“What are you doing?” mother’s voice asked.

“It’s a glorious day,” Desi exhaled without opening her eyes.

Mother stopped next to her seeing the flowers adorning the building and the bright blue sky.

“Why, it is a lovely day.”

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Stuck — Friday Fictioneers

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Title: Stuck
Source: Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

Tony’s talent lay in making a bad situation, feel less bad. It was one of the reasons Maria had married him. Tonight, was no exception. Stuck in a tiny room at the B&B, Tony had suggested she take a bath and unwind. Stepping out of the tub she heard the door of their room open and shut.

“Tony?”

Maria peered out the bathroom door. Tony held a pizza box in one hand and a wine bottle in the other.

“Is that a 2009 Nobile Di Montepulciano?”

“And a margherita.”

Maria smiled. They would get through the next few days, together.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Inspiration — Friday Fictioneers

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PHOTO PROMPT © Jellico’s Stationhouse

Title: Inspiration

Source: Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple

Word count: 100 words

 

 

Ulrich had labored for weeks on the project, but the machine still didn’t work. He was ready to give up, call his client and admit defeat. But he couldn’t. Not yet. He had never failed to finish a project. He sighed, getting up from his bench. Tired and frustrated, he decided to go home. He slipped on his coat and headed out the door. The sun, low in the sky cast a shadow of a bicycle on the wall. Ulrich stopped and stared, his mind racing. Minutes passed and Ulrich stared. Finally, he turned and dashed back to his workshop.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Due Diligence — Friday Fictioneers

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PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

Title: Due Diligence

Source: Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple

Word count: 100 words

Dianne’s heart raced. Today wasn’t a normal day. Usually she donned white cotton gloves to protect the delicate manuscripts and ancient texts she read. She searched the world requesting and gaining access to rare volumes written in arcane languages. The ink faded and difficult to read. It was worse when the ink eroded the paper leaving lace and obliterating meaning.

Today a rented boat and diver waited. They knew only what she needed them to know. If her research was correct, she would find the evidence she needed to confirm her conclusion. Today she hoped to find the sunken treasure.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Broken Promises — Friday Fictioneers

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Title: Broken Promises
Source: Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

Gabriella’s hands clutched the icy iron pickets, her heart pounded as she stared at the house, hoping for a sign. Birds chirped, and wind caressed her cheek flipping her hair across her face. Nothing else moved.

She waited until her hands turned blue and her body trembled in the frigid air. The truth seeped from the dark corners of her mind, gathering speed until the iron freight train blasted the words she feared from the start. He wasn’t coming.

It was all a lie. Gabriella turned away from the future he had so sweetly promised and walked to the river.

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Jo Hawk The Writer