Listening skills? What listening…

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© John Nixon

#FridayFictioneers (#FF)

This week’s 100-word story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.


“Doesn’t she play beautifully?”

“Yes, I…”

“My son plays well too. He’s playing at Stanton Hall next Saturday. You should come.”

“I…”

“Oh. This is such a beautiful song. It always reminds me of my late husband and the time we spent in Paris.”

“Did you…”

“We had such a lovely time. He was such a romantic. Have you ever been to the Louvre?”

“Yes, actually…”

“I just love traveling. My friend and I are going on one of those river cruises next month.”

“Ah. That’s…” SighI think I’ll go now and stick my head under the piano hammers.

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#FF: That spring thing

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© Roger Bultot

100-word Flash Fiction
#FridayFictioneers (#FF)

This week’s 100-word story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.


Everywhere I go there they are. They’ve been following me for days. Why? I have no special colors, and I’m rather shy. I can build a pretty mean nest though and I do sing beautifully.

I admit, they are certainly attractive with their bright colors and kinda funny with all their flaunting and feather fluffing.

Ah, I get it. I’m the only female here.

So, who to choose. This little dude right next to me is pretty hot. Why is he facing that way when the rest of us are all facing this way?

I’ll choose him. I like different.

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#FF: I don’t even have the dress yet

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© Mary Shipman

100-word Flash Fiction
#FridayFictioneers (#FF)

This week’s 100-word story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.


Since she was ten, Marissa talked about dressing in Victorian style on her wedding day. “If you’re going to do a period wedding, you’ll have to be authentic,” Mother always said.

Today, in the most exclusive vintage shop Mother could find, they shopped for the costume.

“How much is that?” Marissa excitedly asked the owner pointing to a lovely chemise.

“Three hundred twenty five dollars.”

“And that gorgeous corset?”

“Twelve hundred fifty.”

“I’m thin, I don’t need the corset. The petticoat?”

“Eighteen hundred.”

“Oh.”

Fifteen minutes later, they met Dad at the car. Mom smiled and whispered, “Crisis averted.”

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#FF: Rust never sleeps

100-word Flash Fiction
#FridayFictioneers (#FF)

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© Ted Strutz

This week’s 100-word story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. What popped into my mind when I said the word “rust” to myself was “Rust Never Sleeps” by Neil Young, so I had to go with it.


“This is art? No, this is weird.” Annika grumbled.

“Yes and no. I rather like it.”

“You do? I don’t understand. It’s crap if you ask me. No pun intended.”

“Ha ha. It’s a metaphor on life.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah. You know. Amidst aging and decay we can still find beauty. We have to keep growing and blooming. Everything constantly changes.”

“But flowers in a toilet? Come on!”

“It expresses what the artist was thinking. We shouldn’t judge. He wants us to think about it.”

Silence.

Finally Blaine exclaimed, “And, if we can’t find beauty, we have to plant it?”

“Precisely!”

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#FF: Yellow lawn chairs redux

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© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

100-word Flash Fiction
#FridayFictioneers (#FF)

This week’s 100-word story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.


Crys retrieved a chilled beverage from the cooler and pointed across the river. “Have you ever been in that shop?”

“Just once. Lots of interesting antiques and bits of junk. Why?”

“I’m thinking we should redecorate.”

Zeb tilted his head and glared at her over his sunglasses.

“Just kidding. I heard the owner sells his stuff rather grudgingly.”

“It’s true. I bought these chairs from him.”

“Really? Kinda ugly. Was he reluctant to sell these too?”

“Yup. Said they belonged to his granny. She sat right here every sunny day sipping sherry and watching the goings-on across the river.”

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#FF: Out of the shadows

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© Emmy L. Gant

100-word Flash Fiction
#FridayFictioneers (#FF)

This week’s 100-word story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.


“Hey Juice. Come ’ere and take a gander at this.”

“What?”

“Looks like leg bones.”

“Femurs, I’d say.”

“What, you a doctor now?”

“No, I just know a leg bone when I see one. Saw an X-ray of my dog once.”

“Oh.”

From deep in the shadows of the buildings came rustling and scratching.

“What was that?” Juice whispered.

Zeke shivered and grabbed Juice’s arm. “Dunno. Let’s get out of here.”

Juice grabbed the bag as they backed away from the evening darkness creeping across the asphalt.

“Somethings in there.”

“Nah. You’re hearing things.”

“Shit! No I’m not. RUN!”

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Exploring the past to find the future.

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