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

PHOTO PROMPT © Priorhouse

“Bacon, woman! I want bacon.”

“The sign said, ‘Canadian Bacon’, dear.”

He stabbed his fork into the meat disc and lifted it into the air. Grease and meat juices sprayed across the table as he shook the fork at her.

“Does this look like bacon?” His face turned red as he spoke, and the woman shrank in her seat.

“It said…”

“I know ‘Canadian Bacon’. They advertised American Breakfast. I expect American bacon.”

“I’d expect you’d have better luck in America than in Yorkshire, sir,” the waitress said as she plucked the fork from his hand and exited the room.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

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

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

The hurricane was brutal. It swept through town leaving destruction in its wake. The roof was ripped from Dale’s Diner, but the structure remained intact. Dale was a veteran hurricane ridder and had learned his lessons. His restaurant equipment was portable, and Dale had trucked it inland with the generators ahead of the storm. His seasoned crew trickled in when the storm passed. They bailed water, disinfected and unloaded equipment and food when the trucks returned. Within hours, Dale’s Diner was up and running. Getting hot food to the town’s people and relief workers was the key to their recovery.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

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

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Gerard paused before opening the door. Tired from a long day’s work, he could hear his family screeching and shrieking behind the door. He squared his shoulders and entered.

After dinner, he escaped and snuck into his shed. Gerard spent peaceful hours designing, sawing, carving and assembling his wooden creations. He often fell asleep at his bench and his wife would wake him to come to bed.

“You should spend time with the family,” she would say. Gerard would shrug, he knew she wouldn’t understand.

When he died, they discovered ornately designed and carved mechanical clocks hidden in the rafters.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

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

PHOTO PROMPT © Gah Learner

I watch the moon as it rises, the worst is upon me. The instant when the moon is full will test my resolve. Anticipation chained me in my room for three days. Battle rage flows in me, demanding I break the restraints, break out, break my vow. I lower my head staring at the deep grooves in the floor cut by my massive claws. Saliva oozes from my jaw, long sticky streams dangle and fill the voids in the floor. Thundering blood chases rational thought, forcing it to quiver and hide. A tortured howl sounds the call, sealing my fate.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

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

PHOTO PROMPT © Nathan Sowers grandson of our own Dawn M. Miller

They said it reflected poorly on the neighborhood, devalued their property.  She explained they built the shed decades before they conceived of the neighborhood. They didn’t care they wanted it gone. Grandma prepared for battle.

They suggested a teardown, replaced with a new big box store shed. Grandma countered that those sheds were eyesores, uglier than her shed would ever be. She would not lose her family heirloom.

The city engineer confirmed the shed’s construction was sound and would last another hundred years.

Grandma played her ace, protecting it forever when she registered the shed with the Lancaster Historical Society.

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Jo Hawk The Writer