21 January 2022

Published January 19, 2022 by rochellewisoff
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Friday Fictioneers and Poppy

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Genre: Memoir
Word Count: 100
WORLD OF HER OWN

Her fourth-grade teacher dubbed her “Messy Bessy.” Each time the frustrated child attempted to organize her desk chaos quickly returned.

Mrs. Smith moved the girl’s desk to the front of the room. Perhaps sitting beside the teacher would encourage her to mend her slovenly ways.

The kid didn’t mean to misbehave. Reading or illustrating stories she wrote in her head took priority over neatness. She’d simply lose herself in her latest adventure.  

One morning, Mrs. Smith jolted Rochelle from the Ingalls’ cabin on the prairie with, “Miss Wisoff, would you care to join the class for our daily spelling test?”

My granddaughter Olive and her faithful companion Poppy

14 January 2022

Published January 12, 2022 by rochellewisoff
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A few years ago I shared this story for a now defunct blog challenge called What Pegman Saw. It seems the appropriate time to share it again (in a shorter form 😉 ) RIP Mr. Poitier, you were a trailblazer, a great actor and an elegant human being.

Genre: Biographical Fiction
Word Count: 100

THE VIRTUES OF SIMPLICITY

            “Tell me a story, Great-Grandpa.”

            “Shall I tell you the story of Cinderella.”

             “Tell me about when you were a boy in the Bahamas.”

            He gathered the child onto his lap. “We were poor. Didn’t have a telephone or electricity. But we had the bluest skies at our temples and the ocean at our feet.”

            “What did you do for fun?”

            “Climbed trees and went swimming almost every day. Why I didn’t even see a movie until I was twelve.”

            “And now you’re a movie star like Denzel Washington.”

            Sidney Poitier kissed his great-granddaughter. “Nah, I’m just an ordinary guy.”

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7 January 2022

Published January 5, 2022 by rochellewisoff
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Genre: Fiction
Word Count: 100
FLOWER AND WILLOW WORLD

A thousand butterflies swirl in my stomach as I peer out the window, watching for the car that will bring my Hoshi-chan, my shining star, for a brief visit.

After we left her at the Okiya in Kyoto, six months ago, I cried for a week.

At her Misedashi my heart swelled with pride. In exquisite silk kimono, painted face and elegant jeweled hair, Hoshi, renamed Kikuyu, was welcomed into the secret society of Geisha.

She glided to me on lacquered getas and uttered those words I will forever cherish. “Okaasan, when I come home, please cook me a hamburger.”

Original Artwork © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

31 December 2021

Published December 29, 2021 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Questionable
Word Count: 100

HAPPY NEW YEAR…LITERALLY

“All the falderal’s done for another year.” Meg gathered wadded giftwrap and fumed. “Just look at the pine needles littering floor.”

 “Don’t be a Scrooge,” whispered Beth.

Amy frowned. “Where’s your holiday spirit, Meg?”

Meg handed her a broom. “Make yourself useful.”

 Jo opened her brand new, leatherbound thesaurus. “‘Falderal’…’absurdity, baloney, humbug.’”

Ebenezer popped the cork on a bottle of champagne. “Let’s make merry!”

“Grandfather sent goat cheese for the party,” cried Heidi.  

“Then a toast,” said Bob Cratchit.

Asher Lev set aside his paintbrush and raised a glass. “L’chaim!”

Tiny Tim beamed. “God bless our Friday Fictioneers’ muses everyone.”

*Apologies to Louisa May Alcott, Charles Dickens, Johanna Spyri and Chaim Potok.

24 December 2021

Published December 22, 2021 by rochellewisoff
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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

BLUE, BLUE CHRISTMAS

Snowflakes tickled my nose as I stared in awe at the bright lights outlining each building. The myriad of color delighted my eight-year-old eyes. I shivered and hugged my new Cabbage Patch doll. 1985. Best Christmas ever.

            Nana squeezed my hand. “I was your age in 1927. Santa brought me a Patsy doll. Call me crazy, but I remember the Country Club Plaza lights being blue that year.”

            “All of ‘em?”

            “Every single one.”

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            I’ve since scoured the internet and can’t find anything to corroborate Nana’s story. But if my grandmother said it, it’s the unvarnished truth. Blue and simple.

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Thanks to my friend Lori Wilson, a former freelance writer for The Kansas City Star Magazine, who shared this great historical tidbit with me and gave me permission to pass it along to with you. 😀

Lori Wilson

Verification appeared in print prior to Google-ing days:

Star Magazine, The Kansas City Star, December 8, 1991

Q. We are three very old ladies. Years ago, the Plaza Christmas lights were all in blue, but no one seems to know what we are talking about. Can you tell us what year that was?

The blue lights weren’t a figment of your imaginations. They are a very real memory from 1927, according to records kept by Broadway Electrical Construction Inc., which oversees the Plaza lights project.

The lights have been experimented with over the years, says Jerry Root, president of the electrical company. Although he wasn’t there in 1927, Root says that the lights were all blue for only one year because the bulbs couldn’t be seen during daylight to change the burned-out ones.

The Plaza Christmas light project began in 1925, when the late Charles S. Pitrat, head of maintenance for the J.C. Nichols Co., strung colored lights on what is now the Mill Creek Building, across from the J.C. Nichols Fountain. The only interruptions in this annual event have been during World War II and for two weeks in 1973 for energy conservation.

Q. is written by free-lance writer Lori Wilson. Is there something in Kansas City you’ve always wondered about? Ask Q…

Here’s a taste of the Country Club Plaza in Kansas City, Missouri. Enjoy! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iIrH41qVnIU

17 December 2021

Published December 15, 2021 by rochellewisoff
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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100


WINE NOT?

Events of that morning zipped through Hannah’s mind. John complained his egg was runny and his bacon not crisp. By suppertime he’d been shot to death.

The executor read John’s last will and testament. When he finished, his lips spread in a saccharine smile. “He left J.C. Weinberger Winery to you. After you sell it, you’ll be well-set.

“Why would I do that?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

She squared her shoulders. “I’ll run the business.”

Six years later, at the 1889 Worlds Fair in Paris, Hannah Weinberger won a silver medal for her wine—the only California woman to do so.

L’Chaim!

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Weekend Writing Prompt – Smuggle

Published December 12, 2021 by rochellewisoff

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in Sammi’s comment section. Thanks for the challenge, Sammi!

Original Artwork © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
One of my therapists suggested I illustrate my feelings during this particularly ugly and potentially lethal time in my life.

CIRCLES IN THE SPIRAL

Denise and I used aspirin to punish our hungry stomachs. Did you know you can get high on mega doses of plain old Bayer? Or that you could be addicted to them?

Once when she was in treatment, I smuggled the contraband in a baggie in my large Diet Coke.

Oh, we had lots of tricks up our sleeves next to our boney arms.

Killer ideas.

**Not one of my prouder moments. Denise wasn’t her name and I’m not sure if she’s still alive. 😦

10 December 2021

Published December 8, 2021 by rochellewisoff
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The past couple of weeks have been something of a wild ride at the Fields’ homestead. So the prompt and my story are reruns from November 2014. A handful of you were part of the gang then. Feel free to repeat your story as well. 😉

Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

PATENT US 5104 A

            After weeks of rolling waves and seasickness, Robert William Thomson arrived in America. Banished. A fugitive all because he refused to go to Seminary. Sentenced to apprentice as a merchant with his uncle in Charleston.

            The weary boy tried to find a comfortable position in the carriage as it lurched and bounced along the rock strewn road. His back ached with each bump and he longed for his beloved Scotland.      

            “I couldn’t learn Latin either,” said his uncle with a wink. “What would ye really like to do, laddie?”

            “I’d like to take the corners off these bloody wheels.”

3 December 2021

Published December 1, 2021 by rochellewisoff
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Genre: Hysterical Fiction
Word Count: 100

THINK TANK

“The things we take for granted,” said Shelley. “Who amongst us doesn’t ascend the porcelain throne upon arising? Wipe. Flush. Ready to face the day.”

“Run for cover.” Russell rolled his eyes. “The history faucet’s a-fixin’ to spout.”

“Do you know who invented toilet paper?”

“No, but I bet you’re gonna to tell me.”    

Shelley took a deep breath. “Joseph Gayetty in 1857. He introduced it as ‘Medicated Paper.’

“Great Scott!”

“Precisely! The Scott brothers marketed their ScotTissue in 1879. Although Seth Wheeler patented his version in 1891.

“Well, everybody poops.” Russell snorted. “One could say they saved our butts.”

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26 November 2021

Published November 24, 2021 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Realistic Faction
Word Count: 100

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ONE SEASON FOLLOWING ANOTHER

Rochelle gazed at the pile of wedding gifts needing to be put away. Among them were three percolators. Neither she nor Jan even drank coffee.

Six months ago, she’d flashed her engagement ring at the senior prom.

With mounting dread, she surveyed the cramped, third floor walk-up apartment with red and black kitchen cabinets. What did she know about marriage?

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Rochelle downed her second cup of black coffee. “My mother gave us six months at the most.”

Jan poured his third. “What did we know about marriage?”

She kissed his cheek. “Guess we managed to learn something in fifty years.”

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