#FF: Men don’t ask for directions

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© Shaktiki Sharma

FridayFictioneers (#FF)

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

Apologies to the men out there this week. No offense intended. When I first looked at this photo, all I could think of was a renovation project gone wrong.


Duke returned from his truck to find Marvin still standing in the same spot staring at the studded wall.

“Hey, Buddy. Know what you’re doin’?”

“Well, no. Not really. You ever tried to put drywall on a curved wall?”

“Um… no. Maybe we should call someone.”

“Like who?”

“I dunno. You must know someone who knows how to do this. An expert maybe?”

“Yeah…. No. We can figure this out.”

“So… where do we start?”

“Well, I heard this guy say once…. Nah, that won’t work.”

Duke tilted his head and stood back. “We could try….”

“What if you put….”

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Mind Dance

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© Penntonic.wordpress.com (Caerlynn Nash)

Thoughts meander
like a stream through the woods.
A moment of sunlight,
A moment of shadow
Cast by the tallest trees.
A clear cool spring,
Bubbling over
Or standing still.
Deep dark pools.
Swirling leaves
In eddies
Among the fallen trees.
Nurturing all that grows within.
Reflecting all that is around.
Thunder clouds and
Wispy bits of angel wings.
Feathers that float on high,
Carried by breezes
To places yet unknown.

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#FF: Nothin’ fancy

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© Sandra Crook

#FridayFictioneers (#FF)

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


Don’t know why they called it a Singer, ‘cause it sho’ wouldn’t sing for me. I jumbled up more outfits ‘n I care t’ remember. My fingers still got callouses from jammin’ ’em under the needle or tryin’ to pry out them balls of thread from a messy seam.

Ma could make it sing though. When we was little, she done beautiful clothes at the factory.

Worked long hours, she did, ‘n’ always come home tired. Never had much time for me and Jemmy, but we always had food on the table and, of course, decent clothes. Nothin’ fancy mind you.

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#FF: Something happened

© Vijaya Sundaram
© Vijaya Sundaram

#FridayFictioneers (#FF)

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

I hope everyone had a great summer!


I’ve always hated fireworks.
Josef knew that, but he insisted I go with him.
“Come here. Hold my hand.”
The first explosion. I flinched.
The second explosion. I cringed and crushed his hand.
The third explosion. I jumped and ran from the oohing and aahing crowd.
Josef followed, yelling for me to come back. “It’s only fireworks.” He yelled after me.
If he only knew. If anyone only knew.
Thirty-three years and I can’t get that sound out of my head. The sight of blood. The screams.
The nightmares still haunt me regularly.
Maybe someday I’ll tell him.
Tell someone.
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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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Exploring the past to find the future.