22 May 2015

Published May 20, 2015 by rochellewisoff

FF Lunch with MG and David S.

This past Saturday I had the pleasure of sharing lunch and laughter with fellow fictioneers David Stewart and Marie Gail Stratford. It’s always fun to meet the face behind the keyboard. 

And now, back to our regularly scheduled program. 😉

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The next photo is the PHOTO PROMPT. Study it. What does it say to you? Remember, it’s about what you see, not what you’re looking at. 😉 

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100


            Dark clouds loomed overhead as the boy picked a cotton boll and stuffed it into the heavy sack on his shoulder. Rain, mingled with sweat, soaked his thin muslin shirt. He closed his eyes and listened to spirituals on the wind.

            Back in the cabin that night, he played his new guitar and sang to his grandmother who shook her head.

            “What I gonna do wit you, boy? Fifteen hard-earned dollars for a hunk-a wood and then you uses it for devil music.”

            “Dontcha see?” said Riley B. King. “I gotta. The blues is bleedin’ the same blood as me.”




B B King

September 16, 1925 – May 14, 2015


114 comments on “22 May 2015

  • First off: Isn’t it grand to meet fellow bloggers? I met one last year and will be meeting another this coming July. Can’t wait!

    Wonderful tribute to the great B.B. King. I love how you came to that story through the image!


    • Dear Dale,

      I’ve had the privilege of meeting a few bloggers, the first being Madison Woods, the lovely lady who created Friday Fictioneers. Russell’s as much fun in person as he is in print. And I could go on. There are so many more I’d love to meet. Wouldn’t it be great if we could all gather for an FF convention?

      Thank you for your lovely comments on my story. Sometimes I’m not exactly sure how I got from prompt to story. 😉



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      • I can well imagine. I think one writes as one is and he is one funny dude! That would be beyond grand!
        I hear you. Sometimes I look at the image submitted and have no idea where to go with it and next thing I know, it’s written!


  • Dear Rochelle,

    Saturday’s lunch was a blast! We definitely need more in-person meetups between Fictioneers.

    Your story this week strikes a deep chord with me. I love American roots music, and now all I want to do is listen to B.B. King music while researching his life and writing his poem for my book. AND . . . I don’t have time to do that today. Maybe I can pacify myself by listening to him on Pandora while I get my work done.

    Good work, my friend.

    Peace (and chicken grease),
    Marie Gail

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    • Dear Marie Gail,

      I started with trees and ended with American roots. 😉 I’ve been listening to B. B. King for days now.

      I’m glad it worked. Saturday was fun. I wish it could’ve gone longer although I think they might have thrown us out of the restaurant. We will have to look into arranging more meetings.

      Shalom, my friend.


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  • Oh what an excellent piece of work, Rochelle. You’ve given us the very texture of these events. So real I could see it, feel it, almost taste it. And the poignancy in the grandmother’s worry and the boy’s need to express what’s inside mingled together in just the right balance. Gosh, you’re good at this!


  • I wonder what will happen to Lucille now. Will she end up in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland? Looks like I have to make a trip.


    • Dear Helena,

      How many Lucille’s have there been? Are you familiar with the story of how she got her name? I’d love to visit the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. How fun would that be?

      Thanks for stopping by.




  • Rochelle, As usual I learn a bit of history from your stories. I have not been very aware of western muscians/trends….Watching King in the video, it seems his face is telling us a story …much more than a 100 words 🙂

    Wonderful to see your picture with fellow Firday Fictioneers. How about making it a photo prompt one of these weeks ?


    • Dear Ansumani,

      I’m always pleased and flattered when someone tells me they’ve learned something from what I’ve written.

      As for using my photo as a prompt, I try to avoid using people or animal photos. They seem to inhibit the muse. 😉

      Thank you.




  • Rochelle,
    this story is pitch perfect on all levels. One of your best, I think, and that’s saying something. That last line is beautiful.
    It was great to see you last Saturday. We’ll have to do it again sometime, if proximity ever makes it possible again.
    Take care,

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    • Dear David,

      Meeting you and Leah was such a treat. I love being able to put a face and a voice with the writing. Perhaps we’ll put a conference or two together. Wouldn’t it be great to do one overseas? If one is going to dream, one should dream big.

      As for my last line, I transcribed it from a quote from the Blues Boy himself. Thank you for your kind comments.



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  • Rochelle, I love the last line “The blues is bleedin’ the same blood as me.”
    Blues music is one of my favorites. But not because I’m blue. I love the rhythm.


  • Awesome! A fitting tribute to a musician who affected many generations of people. Wonderful story, Rochelle. That must have been cool to meet with some fellow fictioneers. Great picture of all of you!


  • Nicely done Rochelle. It was very sad news to hear of BB Kings passing. I had the opportunity to get to know the man. He was kind and generous and had a real passion for music. Be well… ^..^


  • Dear Bo Jangles (or is it Bo Diddley?),
    I enjoyed your tribute to BB King. Well deserved and timely. I enjoyed his music immensely as well as Howlin’ Wolf and others from that generation. He will be missed.


    • Dear Suzanne,

      BB King was a great, truly a legend in his own time.

      It’s funny, but I never realize just how short I am until I see myself in a group photo. 😉 Nonetheless, when I stand, my feet touch the ground.

      Thank you.




  • Dear Rochelle

    That’s a great tribute to an amazing guy. Thank goodness he didn’t let all that superstition from the older generation get in the way of his career. He was definitely an example of someone with music engrained deep in his soul.

    I love your historical cameos.

    In June, I’ll be meeting up with another blogger who has become a firm friend through email. We have so much in common, I’m sure the pair of us won’t stop talking when we meet. I suppose we have become the email equivalent of once or twice-weekly pen pals.

    All best wishes


    • Dear Sarah,

      I love it. In my early adolescence I had a pen pal who lived in Cardiff. We had great fun sharing our love for rock music and differences in our cultures. Alas the relationship didn’t last long.
      I’ve referred to Friday Fictioneers as pen pals n steroids. I love it. One of the best friends I’ve ever had, I met through this group.
      I hope you enjoy your upcoming meeting.

      Thank you for your lovely comments on my story, too.



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  • What a great tribute, Rochelle! I think BB would love this. Thanks for the video. I could just feel all that emotion swelling in the room. It was amazing to watch and see the faces of the people he touched. Every line in your story is the perfect pitch!


  • “Devil’s music” 😛 And I’ll bet she never stopped calling it that. Nicely done, Rocelle.

    **waves to The Three Fictioneers**

    What a fantastic performance! Small space filled with cigarette smoke. His hip movements, imitating his woman, were priceless, eh?



    • Dear Ellespeth,

      BB’s grandmother Nora never lived to see his success. But I suspect she would’ve continued to call it the Devil’s music.

      Thank you for the waves and comments.




  • “I’ve got a good mind to give up living, and go shopping instead
    I say, I’ve got a good mind to give up living, and go shopping instead
    To pick up me a tombstone, and be pronounced dead.”

    BB King, All Over Again.

    RIP BB. Loved his music for that brief period I practiced the guitar, and still enjoy it now. He will be missed.

    Nicely told.


  • First off, that is great news meeting bloggers!! Last summer I met two as well.In fact, one I shared a room with at a retreat. It IS a small world for I met the mother of a blogger who was the first person whose prompts were my first attempts here.
    I love your story…what a fitting tribute to the king of blues.


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