17 July 2026

Published July 15, 2026 by rochellewisoff

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PHOTO PROMPT © Carol Carr

In this week’s prompt we’re looking down a hallway. The walls and floors are made of stone. There are iron doors open along the way to a back door. There’s a table and chair in the left side of the foreground. Light is streaming through the door at the end of the hallway.

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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

INCURABLE

Elizabeth lay on her cot counting the stones on the ceiling.

Had she not had the audacity to disagree with her husband’s theology, she would be tucking in her babies at this very moment.

This was insanity. If a woman dared to displease her almighty husband, it was his legal right to banish her for her “incompetence.”

After three years in Jacksonville Insane Asylum, it took a jury seven minutes to declare her to be of sound mind. Elizabeth Packard left the courtroom a free woman.

They had called her mad but all she did was refuse to be silent.

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10 July 2026

Published July 8, 2026 by rochellewisoff

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PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox

This week’s prompt is from a playground. At the top of a double slide is a big orb with a smiley face. There is a railing with little sculpted children betweeen the bars. The sky is blue and there are green trees in the background.

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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

LITTLE WANDA WITH THE BRAIDS

The SS guard smiled at the girl with tearful blue eyes. “Is there something I might help you with, Fraulein?”

She blushed and twirled the end of one of her blonde braids. “I-I need to see Corporal Gruber…a personal matter.”

“Ach.” The guard held the office door for her and winked. “I’m sure he will be most happy to see you, schatzi.”

Moments later, Corporal Gruber and two other officers fell to floor. Dead. Niuta Teitelbaum tucked her revolver back under her apron.

As she left, she waved at the guard, batted her eyelashes, and whispered, “Heil Hitler, you bastards.”

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3 July 2026

Published July 1, 2026 by rochellewisoff

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

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Somehow a red flower managed to bloom on the “wrong side” of the fence. Just the bloom is peeking through the slats. There’s a green bush on the right side of the photo. .

Genre: Memoire
Word Count: 100

A BOOK IS LIKE A GARDEN, CARRIED IN THE POCKET

When did letters come together to form words and stories? I don’t recall exactly when it happened for me.

I owe much of it to Dick, Jane, and their baby sister Sally as do many former children of a certain age in these United States.

“Come here, Dick.”

“Go, Jane. Go, Sally, go!”

The illustrations made me as happy as the thrill of learning to read, thanks to Robert Childress. He wasn’t the first to paint lively pictures for the iconic books, but his were the ones that colored my early childhood. They still bloom like flowers in my memory.

(The title is a Chinese proverb.)

26 June 2026

Published June 24, 2026 by rochellewisoff

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The photo was taken from the passenger’s seat driving through New Mexico. There are mountains in the background as the road curves. A lot of sand and sage. Some green over to the right behind the guardrail.

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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
(Word count does not count the title, in case you wondered.;) )

“HELLO THERE, WE’VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU.”

“I was just a sprout in 1950—three years old—when Ralph Edwards challenged any American town to change its name to Truth or Consequences after the game show.” Patsy’s eyes shone.

“Of course it was a publicity stunt. But our town council went for it, and it put us on the map. Mr. Edwards was the nicest man. Why, he came to town every year for our fiesta til he was in his 90’s.”

“He sure did know the power of the gimmick.” Patsy shook her head. “Kids today with their smart phones and social media will never understand.”

When I saw that sign I had to research the town. 😀

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And if you can spare the time, here’s what Truth or Consequences, both the show and the town looked like in 1950…

19 June 2026

Published June 17, 2026 by rochellewisoff

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PHOTO PROMPT © C. E. Ayr

Today’s photo features a sky with some interesting clouds. The lower part of the photo is fairly dark. To the right we see buildings that appear to be apartment complexes beside a road. There’s a line of cars parked on the right side. To the left there are trees and a wall. There are mountains in the background.

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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

HOMESICK

“You and your children will have a chance for a better life in San Fancisco,” said the blue-eyed Indian agent. “All you have here on the reservation is filth and poverty.”

Filth? Eleven-year-old Wilma saw only broad skies and beauty.

Stepping off the train in California, screeching city sounds assaulted her. She clung to Edoda. “Please, take us home.”

Twenty years later Wilma Pearl Mankiller returned to Oklahoma with her two daughters. Peace and Cherokee pride filled her. A pride that would fan the flames of her determination to help her people as the first female chief of her tribe.

*Edoda is Cherokee for Father

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A mere hundred word piece doesn’t do this woman justice. If you have an hour to commit to, CLICK for the documentary.

12 June 2026

Published June 10, 2026 by rochellewisoff

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PHOTO PROMPT © James Pyles

Prompt Description: Today’s prompt features a long stone walkway between rows of buildings. The building on the left is embellished with a mural on a red background. There are black posts on either side connected by wires at the top from which a Liberty bell replica is hanging.

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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

FOLLOW THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD

“Grandmargie, tell me story,” said little Margaret.

Margaret smiled at her young namesake. “What would you like to hear, sweetheart?”

The child climbed onto her lap. “Tell me about when you were young. What was it like acting in the movies back in the olden days?”

“It was great fun, and I made some lovely friends.” Margaret grinned. “Imagine my excitement when my agent called to tell me they were considering me for an important role in The Wizard of Oz. ‘Oh I’ve always loved that book,’ I said. ‘What part?’ And he said, “The witch, of course. What else?’”

She terrified generations of children. However, in reality, she started out as a kindergarten teacher who adored children…and their little dogs, too. 😉

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5 June 2026

Published June 3, 2026 by rochellewisoff

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PHOTO PROMPT © Lily

Prompt Description: Two red Adirondak chairs are side by side on the bank of a river. There’s a person in one of the chairs. There’s a tree and green grass in front of the chairs. It looks like there’s a small island on the other side of the river.

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Genre: Hysterical Fiction
Word Count: 100

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Rochelle stretched her legs and gazed at the waves. How could she have missed it?

“It could’ve happened to anyone,” said Dale. “Cut yourself some slack.”

“I guess.” Rochelle sighed. “Nancy nailed me on it. I really didn’t remember using that photo, did you?”

“It looked kind-a familiar. And wouldn’t you know it? I wrote a similar story to what I wrote for it three years ago.”

Rochelle stood and waded into the chilly lake. “Can you believe I’ve been doing this crazy blog challenge every week for the last fourteen years?”

Dale raised her wine glass. “Viva Friday Fictioneers!”

Pobody’s Nerfect

29 May 2026

Published May 27, 2026 by rochellewisoff

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The photo is of a storefront with mannequins in the window. The building architecture is old stone with filigree trim on the awnings. At the top of the building it has 1898 which I imagine is the year it was built. Bubbles float in colorful array across the scene.

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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

DUBBLE BUBBLE

At twenty-three, Walter Diemer, an accountant, had a flair for experimentation. For months he’d been working on a chewy formula, adding a pinch of this and a dash of that.

“Now for the moment of truth,” he told his Fleer coworker, popping a flavorful wad into his mouth.

Walter rolled it around until it felt right. He stretched it on his tongue and blew a breath of air into it. A rosy balloon emerged from his lips. It popped and covered his cheeks.

Triumphantly, he stuffed the pink substance back into his mouth and exclaimed. “I dub thee bubble gum.”

Walter in 1928

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22 May 2026

Published May 20, 2026 by rochellewisoff

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The next photo is the PROMPT. Remember, all photos are property of the photographer, donated for use in Friday Fictioneers only. They shouldn’t be used for any other purpose without express permission. It is proper etiquette to give the contributor credit.

SPEAKING OF PHOTOS!!! Have you photos in your files that you think might make a good prompt? Please send them to me at runtshell@gmail.com. I’m always on the lookout. And sometimes I just…um…er…borrow them from my Facebook friends. 😉 Thank you.

AND FURTHER MORE It has been pointed out to me that this photo is a rerun. https://rochellewisoff.com/2023/06/07/9-june-2023/ So…if you have a story you’d like to repeat from this photo, feel free to do so. 😉 Pobody’s Nerfect. Thank you for your patience. As you can see, I need some new photos. Please and thank you. Shalom, Rochelle. And thank you, Nancy for your vigilance.

A whimsical prompt this week showing a baby’s colorful walker on the left next to a child’s battery powered truck on the right. They are “parked” in front of a dual smoker. Have fun with this one!

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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

NINE MILES PER HOUR

“She was a thing of beauty,” recalled Mrs. Anne Bush in a 1952 interview. “Sleek black dignity on pneumatic bicycle tires. I loved being my father’s chauffeur to his house calls.

“You should have seen the looks on the examiner’s faces when they issued my beautiful Steam Engineer’s License, Locomobile Class on March 22, 1900.”

Although she was the first woman with a driver’s license, Anne Rainsford French Bush did little to promote women’s rights. She stopped driving in 1903 when she married Mr. Bush.

“Women shouldn’t get soiled by machinery,” he’d say.

She’d quietly nod and say, “Yes, Walter.”

It should read, “first woman IN AMERICA with a driver’s license.” I ran out of words. 😉

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15 May 2026

Published May 13, 2026 by rochellewisoff

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This week’s photo shows a brick enclosure with an opening in the wall that looks like a large keyhole leading to another brick enclosure. Streaks of light seem to be coming through the perhaps grass ceiling. There are large stones on the ground and a bird bath in the right corner. It also looks like there are other little treasures on the ground.

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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

THE HOLE STORY

Eleven-year-old Murray breathed in the aroma of his father’s wares in the Lenders’ Connecticut bakery as he strung them on a length of twine. Tomorrow morning, Sunday, customers would line up to buy the roll with the hole for breakfast. A little pleasure to start the week and forget the horror in his parents’ native Poland.

“Pop, your bagels are the best.”

Harry pinched Murray’s cheek. “One day all this will be yours.”

In 1963 Murray and his brothers, Marvin and Sam introduced Lender’s frozen bagels to the supermarkets. The bagelization of America had begun. Please pass the cream cheese.