28 February 2014

Published February 26, 2014 by rochellewisoff


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Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)




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Genre: Literary Fiction

Word Count: 100


            When I was a co-ed I married a professional baseball player.

            After a year, a specialist told us we’d never conceive.

            Jack refused to adopt. He couldn’t see himself raising “another man’s bastard.”

            Within weeks he divorced me and married a fan.    

            Devastated, I left for France. In Apremont-sur-Allier I found healing in Ranier’s arms.

            “All I have to offer is my farm and my love,” he said.  

            “I can’t give you children,” I said.    

             “All I want is your heart.” 

            Today we greeted our fourth son, the spitting image of his father.

            Jack? No runs. No hits. No heirs.  

160 comments on “28 February 2014

  • Rochelle,

    This is wonderful. Sometimes when we think we’ve won we really lost and when we think we’ve lost we have indeed won. I guess life has a way of getting us where we need to be. I enjoyed this one immensely.


  • No runs, no hits, no heirs and no graces either! I loved the way you characterised the professional baseball player with that quote. Just goes to show what a lot of love and the right person can do. Lovely story Rochelle.


    • Dear Sandra,

      Hard to miss when you have good material. 😉 ie, great photo. It was fun digging into the photo to locate the Apremond-sur-Allier. Thanks for your kind words and wonderful photography.




  • There was much in this – what love is, selfishness, nature’s justice and the sheer pleasure of the story. A very nice tale, and one that somewhat mirrors a true situation happening in France – French women no longer want to be wives at a farm. This was becoming quite a crisis over recent years, until one revolutionary farmer brought back a wife from the Ukraine, a real farming country. Since then there have been thousands of marriages between previous French bachelor farmers and Ukrainian women from villages in the Ukraine. This has been rightly seen as very different than the Russian mail order brides in various countries. I could not have seen a happier such couple working the mountain meadows of the French Alps last summer, nor another who drove around together on a motorbike to trim people’s mountain chalet gardens. I find your story all the more touching because of this.


    • Dear Hamish…also known as Managua, right?

      Your comment brings me smiles. There’s nothing more gratifying than learning that something I’ve written mirrors real life. And I’ve learned something new besides. With a new wrinkle in my brain, I say thank you for your kind and informative words.




  • Dear Rochelle
    What a lovely story, I really enjoyed reading this. I love the way you characterized the baseball player perfectly with your last sentence – excellent!

    Hope my muse returns soon 😦

    Take care



  • Wonderful tale, and yes what Hamish said exist also in Sweden, where women desert the countryside.. and men look for wives in Russia.. (not mail-order but real devoted farmers)..

    I need to think about this one… and I hope to post later on when my muse grabs me.


      • If I had my way I’d do nothing but read and write 🙂 Ironically, work rarely hinders the muse, I wind up writing between case reviews and adjudications, on my lunch… FF is a wonderful inspiration and I’m so glad that I found you.


        • I’m glad you feel that way, Karin. I can’t claim originality but I’ve been happy to perpetuate it for the past year and a half. As for work, I’m a cake decorator and it doesn’t leave much room for writing of any kind there. Other than instructions on an order.


      • “Denny Mathews for Royals baseball brought to you by Guy’s Chips and Nuts. Remember to grab some Guy’s nuts at your next party. Also by Bud-Light, Breakfast of Champions. When you’re out of Bud, tough Schlitz. AND also brought to you by the American Association of Obstetrics and Gynecologists: People pulling PEOPLE out of people. Eighteen hits, bottom of the ninth, no runs, Royals …”


  • I enjoyed the sense of justice in this story, Rochelle, and it’s beautifully worded as ever. But because I know you appreciate honesty, I’ll admit to being a little uncomfortable with the last line. There’s a sense of bitterness there that takes away some of my tenderness for the narrator – after a happy life and a happy family with her farmer, I want her to have moved on from Jack. As it stands, I wonder if the farmer really got what he asked for.
    All of which is maybe your point, but I kind of hope it isn’t.


    • Dear Jennifer,

      As always, I do appreciate your honesty and, above all, your taking the time to comment. In my mind, she’s pretty much moved on from Jack and has a very happy life with Ranier. I believe she loves him with all her heart and is a good wife to him. Still a little revel in poetic justice was too good to pass up since Jack had her believing she was the one with the fertility problem. As you know, some things are hard to elaborate on in 100 words.




    • Dear Helena,

      I love it when a plan comes together. There’s something about the 100 word challenge that fires my imagination and fuels my writing passion. Your comments make me smile, particularly coming from a gifted author.




  • Dear Rochelle, in Germany we say “der Mensch denkt, Gott lenkt”, that means, man proposes, God disposes. That´s what my first idea was when I read your story. I was told in 1994 that I can have no children, except with a hormonotherapy, which I refused. “When I can´t have a child I´ll work on my career”, I thought. 1999 our son was born…
    beautiful story, thanks for sharing,
    liebe Grüße


  • This story perpetuates my stereotype of professional athletes…thinking that they are god’s gifts and as long as they are happy, everyone else be damned. I am fairly certain it is a grossly unfair stereotype, but the news rarely reports about a famous athlete who’s been married to the same woman for a quarter century. Love the play on words in the last line!


  • Rochelle, Great story as usual – only the best ending this time. Jack has a “blank expression” all over himself. Too bad, you made a better match with the true romantic Raniere. Wonderful, God gave the right equipment to the right guy! Thanks, Nan


    • Dear Atreyee,

      I’m not always sure where the ideas come from. I hope that doesn’t sound egotistical, it’s not meant to be. Something will drop into my head and I wonder where in the world that came from. Other times I have to bang my head for days. At any rate, I’m pleased you liked the story.




  • Dear Marcy D’Arcy,
    Sounds like mighty Casey struck out. But fortunately the next guy up hit a Grand Slam. I’m a big baseball fan. My cousin, JB Hogan, has a book out now entitled “Angels in the Ozarks” about the Class D Arkansas/Missouri baseball league that lasted from 1934-1940. JB is also on the board of the Washington County Historical Society. I think you two could probably visit for hours.
    Well, I have to get back to my “implement of husbandry”
    Regards – Joe


    • Dear Joe,

      Truly there is no joy in Mudville. Might Casey didn’t have the baseballs to make the grade. Happily he got what he deserved. 😉 Your cousin sounds interesting.
      Thanks for taking time from your implements to comment.


      Marcy D’Arcy


  • One might say the moral of the story is to always get a second medical opinion. But if she had, she might still be with the unloving, uncompassionate athlete and might not have met the sweet French farmer. So…vive la France!

    And that was a great closing line 🙂


  • Brilliant. I know from a nurse that sometimes, even if the two partners are both fertile, they just cannot produce a child together, but can with other people. In this case, he clearly did not deserve the tole of father.


  • I have been enjoying Friday Fictioneers for some time now and would Love to join in.
    Is that possible? If so what do I need to do to join in? Thank you. I enjoy the stories of your and the others very much.
    Sarah. 🙂


    • Dear Sarah,

      Participation is easy. Just study the photo prompt and then write a story in 100 words or less about what the picture says to you. Copy and paste the photo into your blog and post your story. Once you’ve done that come back and click on the white box with the blue froggy face and which takes you to the linkz list. At the bottom there’s a blue box that says post your own. Copy and paste your story URL in the top box and follow directions. Let me know if I can help further.




  • Dear Sarah Ann,

    There’s a lot to be said for honesty, isn’t there? Not sure what Jack’s motivation was but it was neither honesty nor love. Unless you count his narcissism. 😉
    Thank you.




  • Hi, again. I’m sticking this comment here because I’m not sure how else to connect with you about this — and it may not be anything you can — or want to — do something about. But I try to visit as many of the other writer’s stories as possible and comment on them, and when I visited “Gemini in the Sky,” her page would not let me comment unless I filled out a lot of stuff for Google + first. There was no other way to post a comment. I was wondering if you had found that true, or if you know something I don’t know about communicating with that site. I hate not to leave a comment, but at this point, I’m not going to be able to comment on any of her stories because I won’t go through all that other stuff. I’m wondering if she’s aware of that problem. Since I saw a comment from you, I thought perhaps you might be able to pass the word along to her in case she can change some settings. If not, it’s okay. It’s certainly not your responsibility. Just checking.

    Thanks and blessings


    • Dear Sandra,

      Not sure what your comment is other than to tell me you weren’t able to comment. I’m still signed into Google since I started out blogging on Blogspot. Then I saw the error of my ways and came to WordPress. Much easier and certainly more user friendly. And it took me a while to figure out how to leave a comment on Blogspot even through I had an account. Hope that made sense. My early morning is catching up with me this afternoon. 😉




      • Hey, I’m sorry if my comment was confusing. I was just wanting to say that I was unable to comment on that site, and I didn’t know if you might want to let her know that people are having trouble commenting there. I have three blogs on blogspot myself, and I comment on other people’s blogs there regularly without any problems at all. They normally give you several choices for identifying yourself. But her site would not let me comment in any format except Google +.

        I just thought that if you can get a comment to post on her site, you could let her know that others are having trouble because it won’t give us any framework to comment from except Google +. I’m not sure how many people’s comments she might be missing because of that, but I have no way to contact her.

        But there’s always the possibility that the problem is with my particular browser not connecting to her site correctly somehow. So please don’t worry about it.


  • “No runs. No hits. No heirs.” Priceless (and hilarious) phrasing, Rochelle. [Don’t think I’ll ever forget it!] I’m so glad to see Jack got his “comeuppance,” at least within the field that is your story. Great work with the photograph prompt! 🙂


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