7 November 2026

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PHOTO PROMPT © Nancy Richy

Today’s lovely photo from the Elephant’s Trunk is a nighttime scene. Lights and trees line the street in the background. There’s a building in the background to the right. In front is a circular fountain. The water, a beautiful shade of blue is lit from the bottom. We see colored lights through the streams of water.

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The photo prompt is new but my story has been around the blog a few times. As I post this a day ahead, it falls on election day. With seemingly a bazillion things to do I hope you’ll forgive this rerun.

Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

FINAL SOLUTION

“These madmen take everything,” cried Leah. “They brand us like cattle because we are Jews and you do nothing?”

“How does one fight a pack of rabid dogs?” Avraham rubbed a painful lump on the back of his head. “Finish packing. We set sail in the morning while we still can.”

“They cannot have my grandmother’s bracelet.”

“Leave it! What’s a bauble when our people are being exterminated like cockroaches?”

Letting the bracelet fall from her fingers, she collapsed into his arms. “España is our home.”

“Querida, you are my home. 1493 in Portugal—it will be a better year.”

**Note the round badges on their clothing to identify them as Jews. There’s nothing new under the sun.**

30 Octber 2026

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PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast

Prompt Description: We are on a beach. Gentle waves are lapping the shore and the sun is reflecting on the water. In the foreground, amid some large rocks is a helmet as worn by knights of old and an embellished sword. Leaning against a large slab is a cell phone.

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Genre: Edited Novel Excerpt
Word Count: 100

EMOTIONAL ARMOR

Aunt Ingrid’s inflamed gaze held Gracie captive. “You are a swimmer?”

The girl squirmed. “Yeah.”

“You wear a skimpy costume when you perform.”

Gracie braced herself for a lecture. But who had more of a right to deliver one than this heartbroken mother? She cast her gaze downward murmuring, “It’s a swimsuit, not a costume.”

“I don’t see much difference.”

Gracie reached into her purse and fingered the bottle of Ipecac she’d planned to use after lunch. One or two more times should do it to get down to her goal weight. Then she would stop. No harm. No foul.

GOOD NEWS! We’ve made some progress on the audio book. Seventeen more chapters recorded. Only twenty-seven more to go. 😀

Thanks to Lisa for the Review

In Google searching my own book I found this wonderful review by Lisa Fox. Although I’m two years behind in posting it, it bears repeating IMHO.

An audio book is currently in the works for those who’d rather listen than read. I’m very excited about this project as it is being narrated by the author. 😉

LAST DANCE WITH ANNIE is available from the publishing house, owned and operated by Lia Wu. Click her picture to check out the site as this small publishing company is growing and on the rise. 😀 And of course, my book is available.

The book is also available at Amazon. Click picture below for Link.

And of course, click the link below to read Lisa’s review!

Book Review: Last Dance with Annie by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

23 October 2026

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PHOTO PROMPT © Nobbinmaug

Setting sun is shining dramatically through clouds silhouetting houses and trees. A bit of light is reflecting off of two cars in the foreground beside the house to the right. If you look closely, you can make out a garage door.

This week marks my 14 year anniversary as Friday Fictioneers Facilitator. A handfull of you were here before I came aboard. Thank you for sticking with me. 😀 Shalom, Rochelle.

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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count:100

BEST SEAT IN THE HOUSE

“Whatcha inventing now, Pop?”

Young Dick watched his father nail a bedsheet between two trees in front of his automobile on which he’d propped a Kodak movie projector.

“I’m building an outdoor theater for Grandma.”

The boy tilted his head. “Because she hates sitting in seats in the theater because she’s so y’know…mm…big?”

Pop chuckled. “She’ll be more comfortable watching movies from ol’ Suzabelle here.”

“May I sit in the car with her?”

“Why the whole family can pile in.”

Not long afterward Pop, Richard Hollingshead, found investors and on June 6, 1933, opened the first 400-acre drive-in movie theater.

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16 October 2026

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This week’s prompt takes us into a narrow kitchen. on the right we see cabinets and a stove. There’s a refrigerator at the end. On the hardwood floor there’s an oval rug. To the left it looks to be a long bookcase filled with books. At the very end, in the middle there’s a wall with decorations and a door with a lock.

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Genre: Fiction
Word Count: 100

MOUNT EVEREST SPECIAL

“How’s the novel coming?” Louise peered over Thelma’s shoulder.

“Not so great.” Thelma’s empty stomach rumbled. She stood and stretched to ease the kink in her neck. “I need sustenance.”

“How about a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?”

“Nah. The only excuse for jelly we have is your aunt’s poisonberry jam.”

“Hey, that’s not a very nice thing to call it.”

“Okay. Kerosene preserves then.” Thelma sliced an onion. Breathing in the pungent aroma she proclaimed, “Now that’s what goes on a peanut butter sandwich.”

“Ugh!” Louise wrinkled her nose. “You can’t possibly be serious.”

“It worked for Ernest Hemingway.”