WELCOME TO FRIDAY FICTIONEERS.
As always, writers are encouraged to be as innovative as possible with the prompt and 100 word constraints.
Henry David Thoreau said it best.
“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.”
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)
Make every word count.
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My story follows the prompt for those who might be distracted by reading a story before writing their own . I enjoy your comments.
Genre: Literary Fiction
Word Count: 100
I met Kevin online. Our connection began with shared interests and blossomed into more.
“You should visit in person,” said my sister.
“Fat chance. He’s in Hawaii, I’m in Nebraska.”
Last week I received an airline ticket.
“Next Saturday. Icon Grill. Seattle.
He slides into the booth across from me. “You bring it?”
From my purse I take a faded photograph of twins, a boy and a girl. Korean War orphans. I’ve carried it for forty years.
His almond-shaped eyes crinkle as he fishes an identical photo from his wallet.
“Jah-meh, I always hoped to find you.”
*Jah-meh – Korean for sister