Friday Fictioneers – Mrs Jacobs

Jean L Hays

Photo prompt @ Jean L Hays

Three times today I passed this gate and the waiting package.

The first, during my morning jog. Registering the box, and the times we live in.

Shrugging off that initial concern, I went about my day.

The second was after work. My house, across the street.

It was unusual. Mrs Jacobs at 4376 was usually more onto things.

Taking Buddy for his walk made it three times, and I was concerned.

Approaching the gate, I punched the intercom.

Buzzed twice, three times. No answer.

Buddy tugged impatiently, slobbering, as I pulled my phone and called 911.

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here.

Friday Fictioneers – Passed

Friday Fictioneers photo prompt

Photo prompt @ A. Noni Mouse

Chloe watched Tony from her favourite chair at the table.

He looked tired. He was usually so chipper in the morning.

For 25 years, he’d awoken earlier than her. Prepared breakfast.

Chloe could smell eggs and bacon frying, hear fat spitting.

Sliding food from pan to plate, Tony dropped the pan into the sink.

The dishes are a little out of control, Chloe thought.

With a heartfelt sigh, Tony thumped his plate of food on the table.

He reached a hand toward Chloe. She felt his energy pass through her. And smiled.

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Friday Fictioneers – the Quiet

Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt©Na’ama Yehuda

Photo Prompt©Na’ama Yehuda

Looking around, recalling a scene from The Notebook

When Noah and Allie lie down in the street

She is worried, and he is nonchalant

A vehicle arrives, honks the horn

And they jump up laughing; alive

Makes me smile!

Looking around, knowing that this isn’t right

If it was a quiet, lazy Sunday – okay

people huddled in front of the TV, eating, laughing

If I didn’t know differently

people huddled in front of the TV scared, eating

If I wasn’t escaping, heading anywhere else

people huddled together, dying, dead.

The quiet after the storm!

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here.

Friday Fictioneers – Golden

Photo prompt Todd Foltz

Photo prompt by Todd Foltz

Eggs giggling, jostling each other with happiness

Another glorious day, with eggs loving the sun on shells

It was a golden, soulful connection

With the heat seeping through to their yolks

 

Consternation scrambles through the joy

Someone calls “Where is Egguardo?”

“And Eggwina!” Another shrieks

As the sun continues to rise, panic sets in.

 

The eggship quietens, as realisation dawns

That the sizzling and splatting bubbling from the hotplate

The delicious scent, aromatic egg-deliciousness

Represents their friends sacrifice to the Sun gods

 

Everything comes at a cost

Sunshine, happiness, friends, comfort

Give and take, live, and die

Que sera!

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Friday Fictioneers – Hope

Photo by Rochelles Wisoff-Fields2

Photo prompt by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

There was nothing to do in this room, except to wait and worry.

I’d been trapped for days. No food. No water. No hope.

Bucket in the corner. Thin mattress on the floor. My source of warmth, a greying blanket, and the clothes I was wearing.

It was still autumn, and I knew I could hang in there for a while, as long as I wasn’t cold.

I’d been dozing, when suddenly there was somebody at the window. Legs on a ladder.

Without thinking, I screamed and thumped on the window. Without knowing, was this friend or foe.

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here.

Friday Fictioneers – America

Friday Fictioneers, photo by Ronda del Boccio

Photo by: Ronda del Boccio

Red, white, and blue

Reveals to the world

Righteous self-belief

Follow: We will lead!

We crowd in behind you

Watch atrocities unfold

Weep loudly, in hindsight

Wish: We’d refused!

But times are a’changing

Beware our disdain

Because, our consciences

Call: To refrain

Respect, being eroded

Regrets, we have many

Resigned, to self-awareness

Own: Our decisions

Willing, to change

Worthwhile, the effort

Wisdom, evolving

Change: Let us lead

Bringing you with us

Bravely, we try

Big-hearted nations

Work: Side by side

Land of the brave

Land of the free

Land of the Trump

Fake News: Follow me!

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Friday Fictioneers – Purple

#Friday Fictioneers #100 words

Photo by David Stewart

Purple sky at night, what a delight!

I was at my husband’s shoulder as he took this photo.

Statically capturing in print, what in life was truly captivating.

He was focussed on the palace beyond. I was enthralled with the foreground radiance.

The twilight colours, the lights of the fountain, the pink shades of the flower,

all flowing so beautifully.

Embodied in that jewel, connected to the universe, sounds, scent, ambience.

I breathed deeply and it seemed I could smell the sweet perfume, although it was but a sculpture.

I reached to touch those soft, stone, petals.

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. Here for more stories.

Friday Fictioneers -the Husband

Photo prompt CEAyr

Photo by CEAyr

“You drag me to these markets every, bloody, weekend! Nothing ever changes!” moans David, lagging behind his wife.

Linda turns to face her ‘dragging his heels’ husband and yells “Calm down! It is the one thing I ask you to do with me. How does it hurt you? Really!”

Then with wide staring eyes and gaping mouth, Linda watches her husband disappear into the sudden sinkhole, enveloped in a sand coffin. Before managing even to scream, the hole closes over David.

“Right! That’s different.” Linda chuckles and shaking her head, wanders off to listen to the band.

97 Words

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Friday Fictioneers – Antipathy

Photo prompt Jan Wayne Fields

Photo prompt @ Jan Wayne Fields

 

Dead inside.

Standing. Staring. Display of detritus.

Duplication of disposal dross.

Crying at this disheartening installation.

 

Feel the crowds.

Surround me. Pushing; straining.

Hear their frustration. Their excitement.

Smell their desperation.

 

Hate this moment.

Pulsating blood. Up tempo heart.

Must get away. Cannot bear it.

Clawing my own skin.

 

Jump at the touch.

Wife by my side. Beloved. Questioning.

Breathe in her concern. Breathe out my ennui.

Gently take her arm. Walk her away.

 

Another minute of my life gone.

Angst screaming to escape.

Antipathy my ‘raison d’etre’.

Anxiety my antidote.

 

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here.

Friday Fictioneers – The Green

Photo by Roger Bultot

Photo by Roger Bultot

I long for green.

The longing of the upper-middle-class.

In iso, but not without resources. Working from home, and income not an issue.

As I ride my computer each day, this is my view.

It could be that nothing is wrong. It could be just another day, in wonderland.

I long for green.

At least there is a glimpse of sun through clouds.

At least the smog has disappeared.

I could be here alone in this metropolis.

A pure moment, when nobody has escaped to their rooftop for air, and a sense of freedom.

I long for green.

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here