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Friday Fictioneers s a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using 100 words or less.

Dusks and Rocking Chairs

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Most people fear age.

But I don’t. I’m Ben— an eighty-something graying man, probably on the verge of decline. On dusks like this, as the remnants of the day slowly fade, I take the time to marvel that age. From a rocking chair, I like to ponder the things that I’ve done (or did not do) and tally my age in days.

“Boy, you forgot to throw the garbage out!” I suddenly remembered.

“What?” my wife’s voice echoed from behind.

“Nothing, dear. Today, I’m just 29,293 days old.”

She gave me her most beautiful smile and acquiesced, “Aren’t we both?”

Word Count: 100


In response to this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a hundred-word piece of fiction. The photo prompt is a courtesy of Emily L. Gant. Thank you!

Glad to come up with this story while listening to Kenny Roger’s Through the Years on a reclining chair and I just found out that I’m 8,786 days old! Happy weekend, everyone! 🙂 🙂 🙂

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Field Experiment

Copyright-Sean Fallon

“Bye, Mom!” Troy shouted, sprinting towards the door.

“Love you!” she replied, shaking her head in disbelief.

Frankly, Melinda has started to sense that raising a fourteen-year old boy has gotten more challenging each day. Troy has grown to be impossibly enthusiastic, quick, inquisitive, and surprisingly experimental. Just this morning, for instance, he was carrying a jar full of batteries and was looking for more. She knew collecting is a great hobby because it’s unique. But batteries? Confused, she asked what the jar was for.

Troy then simply gave her a wide grin and said, “I’m making a mitochondria, Mom!”

Word Count: 100


In response to this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a hundred-word piece of fiction. The photo prompt is a courtesy of Sean Fallon. Thank you!

P.S. For some strange reason, this photo reminds me of mitochondria. If there’s one thing that I never could forget from biology class, it is that mitochondria are known as the powerhouse of the cell. HA! I hope this story makes enough sense. 😀

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Anything but that…

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A marriage doesn’t just drop from “’til death do us part” to “we’re getting divorce” in an instant. Carol and Lyle have been through the ups and downs, tried to fix things up but failed, until they decided that it’s best to end it.

Today, they’re sorting out what goes to whom. Carol, in her alpha mode, got to pick hers first. Of course, Lyle thought. He let her take the sala set, appliances, and cutleries. It was when she mentioned “garage”, that he shoot out the door and hurriedly haul their classic Model-T Ford into a flatbed trailer.

“Sorry, Hon! You can have the house but not this one.”

Word Count: 110


Here’s for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. The lovely photo prompt is a courtesy of Al Forbes. Thank you!

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a hundred-word piece of fiction.

Enjoy more stories here. 🙂

The Hourglass

PHOTO PROMPT - © Sandra Crook

 

Bill Ortega, the world’s wealthiest man with a net worth of $143.7 billion, sat weak and powerless on the bedside. For sixty years, he lived life as a race, never stopping to take a break. But how he wished he did.

Lying on deathbed was his wife Ligaya, her body a shrunken leaf. He couldn’t help but let out a sob. “Honey?” she asked, her face lined with pain.

“I should have slowed my life down.” he lamented, “I don’t want to lose-

“You’re not, you never will.” she differed, “Remember your favorite hourglass? I tilted it.”

Confused, he asked why.

“To slow my time down.”

Then Ligaya gave him her sweetest smile.

Word Count: 113


Here’s for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. The photo prompt is a courtesy of Sandra Crook which reminds me three things, 1) to seize the day, 2) live life to the fullest, and 3) to savor every moment. 🙂 🙂 🙂

Friday Fictioneers s a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a hundred-word piece of fiction.

Enjoy more stories here. 🙂

Our Valentine’s

PHOTO PROMPT © The Reclining Gentleman

The sun was already up when Julio found his wife watering the flowerbeds in the garden. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.” He whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Oh!” Lora shrieked in surprise, “Look who’s awake. Happy Valentine’s, sleepyhead.”

“I intend to make you breakfast.”

“You intend.”

They were about to kiss when a little voice called out from behind. Maxie was staring quizzically at her grandparents then muttered, “It’s August 12, not February 14 grandma!”

“Oh, sweetie, but today is OUR Valentine’s Day. It’s the day a certain mailman brought Valentine to me in an envelope.” Lora explained and winked.

“A handsome mailman, he was.” her husband added.

Word Count: 108


I’ve always believed we could make any day a Valentine’s Day…

Here’s a late entry for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo prompt is provided by The Reclining Gentleman. Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!  😀 ❤

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“A”

PHOTO PROMPT © Erin Leary

He always takes the long bus ride and walks his way home as the day slowly fades. It gives him peace of mind but most of all, it reminds him of Alessa.

Upon reaching the tree near the swamp, he couldn’t help but marvel how big it has grown. Back then, it was always about the lily pads and the lotus flowers, the sunrise and the sunset, the horizon and the skies. Back then, it was always about his wife. Tears trickled down as he ran his fingers on the letters carved around it which read,

“Got your back from up here, A.”

Word Count: 103


Better late than never! 😀 Here’s for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo prompt is provided by Erin Leary.

Friday Fictioneers s a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction.

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What Matters

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© Jan W. Fields

She didn’t realize how long she’s been staring at the piano. She felt the urge to touch its old polished wood again, to drift over one key to another just like how she used to when she was a little girl but she didn’t— she can’t.

“Abby?” called a soft voice from behind, it was very soft that it was almost a whisper. She turned to find her mother, Elise, still radiating with beauty in her fifties. “It’s been a while.”

“It’s been forever… Mom,” her voice quivered as she cleared the lump in her throat, “I didn’t know you kept it all these years.” Her heart lurched as Elise grabbed her hands and felt her mother’s touch. “Oh honey, it’s time to forgive him.” she said, hugging her tightly.

“But he left you, Mom.” she found herself blaring with resentment, “And for what? For his student who wanted to learn piano but ended up wanting him as well?”

Elise smiled and looked her in the eyes, “I still got you, remember? And that’s all that matters.”


Here’s for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt.

Friday Fictioneers s a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction.

Enjoy more stories here. 🙂

 

Begin Again

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Copyright Jean L. Hays

Once a man was fleeing from all that haunted him. A girl, so dear, he relinquished, in search for inner peace and bliss. For eons he rummaged the heart of metropolis to the bounds of this concrete jungle, but found nothing until one day he looked into a café. And all sense and folly dawned on him— the very thing he was looking for, he had it all along. Then forever and after, he walks into cafés, hoping she’d magically appear just like before. Strumming a guitar, their eyes would meet,

…and he would watch it all begin again.

Word Count: 100


Better late than never! Here is for Friday Fictioneers’ weekly prompt.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using 100 words or less.

Enjoy more stories here. Happy new year! 🙂

Cold Feet

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His heart trembled like a quake while waiting behind the rusty gate. It took him weeks to muster the courage to come to this place. Beads of sweat trickled down his neck as he calm his nerves for his speech.

“Man up, John. She’s just a new neighbor, a gorgeous one at that. You just have to say ‘Hi!’”

He tried to mumble the words again which always lead to a stammering end. As the clock continued ticking, he became more restless.

On the brink of cold feet, he turned away but heard soft voice from behind, “Are you looking for someone?”

Word Count: 102


Here’s my take for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt.

Friday Fictioneers s a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using 100 words or less.

Enjoy more stories here. 🙂

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