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

CLICK THE FROG

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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PHOTO PROMPT © Lori Wilson

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.

PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox

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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PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind

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.

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8 May 2026

Published May 6, 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.

The photo is a view out a window at dusk. Outside lights are seen through the drawn blinds. House plants are seen in silhouette. One can almost make out a building and water through the window. To the right are blue drapes.

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Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100

TOMORROW NEVER KNOWS

“I can’t today,” I said. “Are you free next Tuesday?”

“The electrician is coming then,” you replied. “Hopefully he’ll figure out why that bathroom fixture isn’t working correctly. What about Friday? We could meet for lunch, if you’re not busy.”

I checked the calendar app on my phone. “Yes. That looks good.” I marked the date. “See you then.”

After I hung up, I remembered something I wanted to tell you. Oh well, it would keep. We had plenty of time, didn’t we?

This morning, your devastated husband called to tell me you passed away last night in your sleep.

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this interview is a year old. It’s kind of long but I wanted to share it again. Thanks to Author Diane Yates for taking the time with me. Last Dance with Annie is about to become an audio book. Watch for updates and details. 😀

1 May 2026

Published April 29, 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.

This week’s prompt is in a restaurant. Looks to be Mediterranean. There’s a plate with a tower of meat. To the right is a have drunk glass of beer. There are plates and bowls of food. There are tables in the background with other patrons and a server in the upper right. The tablecloths are colorful. To the right we can see part of an iPhone and there is a patron at the table looking at his cell phone.

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Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100

SEPARATE KETTLES

Elise and Carla shared lemonade on Elise’s porch. A gentle spring breeze cooled Elise.

“We went out for Mediterranean last night.”

“Not my cup of tea. What did you have?” asked Carla.

“Lamb shish-kebabs.”

The two old friends enjoyed comparing food notes. While they agreed on some things like tacos or corned beef and cabbage, often, their tastes varied.

Carla wrinkled her nose. “Ugh. I’m not a lamb fan. Besides, I see those cute lamby faces in my mind and my heart breaks. You black-hearted woman. How can you stand to eat them?”

“Medium rare with a pomegranate molasses drizzle.”

And just for fun, here’s the most delightful Lamb Chop of all time. Before Jeff Dunham, there was Shari Lewis to the delight of kids like me.

24 April 2026

Published April 22, 2026 by rochellewisoff

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The photo this week is something of a challenge to describe. It looks like a cast iron bowl…perhaps a birdbath painted white. There are large cast iron skeleton keys in the bowl. To the left is a bunch of artificial roses. Hanging from one key in the center is a paper tag on a string. Have fun with this one. 😉

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Genre: Book Excerpt
Word Count: 100

ART-A-REXIA

(An excerpt from Last Dance with Annie)

Although she tried hard not to, Elise had already taken a liking to the psychiatrist. None of her smart aleck comments seemed to deter him. His calm, even voice and relaxed manner put her at ease.

“It says on your admittance form that you work at a grocery store. What’s your position?”

“Sign maker slash cake decorator.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Odd occupation for someone with an eating disorder.”

She turned her head to avoid his inquisitive gaze. “It’s an art form. Like painting. I love to make flowers like roses and daisies. I’d never eat my canvas, would I?”

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17 April 2026

Published April 15, 2026 by rochellewisoff

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The photo is a photo of a man taking a photo with his camera of a fruit plate, a cup of coffee, and a glass of orange juice. Behind the food and drinks is an iPad with a black and white photo of a man painting.

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Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100

FROM GENERATION TO GENERATION

“Shall I tell you a bedtime story?” Barbara tucked the covers around her granddaughter.

Six-year-old Naomi wrapped her arm around her plush pig pillow. “It’s okay I have a story app.”

Barbara gritted her teeth. “Feh on story apps.”

Shutting her eyes, the child grinned. “Bubbie stories are better.”

“Once upon a time, when I was your age, people only used their telephones to talk to people. No texting. No cameras to take pictures of everything we ate.”

Naomi opened her eyes wide. “Gosh Bubbie, you really lived in olden times.”

“It’s true. We didn’t even have a color television.”