4 September 2026

Published September 2, 2026 by rochellewisoff

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The photo this week was snapped at a flea market. The shelf unit is in front of a window. The lower shelves are fully of colorful bottles. On the second shelf up there is a doll on the left and a glass angel on the right. From there on up the shelves are loaded with all manner of doll heads.

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Genre: Fiction
Word Count:100

AN EYE FOR AN EYE

Sifting through shards of her grandmother’s treasured porcelain vase, Carla fumed.

Five-year-old Angela hung her head. “Sorry, Mommy.”

“What were you thinking? You know better than to throw a basketball in the house.”

In a fit of anger, Carla ran to her daughter’s room and ripped the head and stuffings from Big Bird. Yellow fuzz drifted to the floor like snowflakes.

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Years later Angela recounted the incident to her own children with, “Let this be a lesson to you, kiddies.”

Her son gasped. “You wouldn’t do it to us, would you, Mommy?”

“Break one of my things and find out.”

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Ask your local library to carry LAST DANCE WITH ANNIE. (Thanks, Lisa 😉 ) Audio book out soon!

28 August 2026

Published August 26, 2026 by rochellewisoff

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PHOTO PROMPT c, Dale Rogerson

This is no basket ball in the photo this week. It’s a well-rounded hornets nest built against the side of a building. At the bottom of the nest you can see a few of the little buzzing, stinging creatures. Run!

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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

THE MONSTERS ARE DUE ON MAPLE STREET

Stubbing out his third cigarette, the young playwright pored over his script.

“Wouldn’t want to upset the censors,” he muttered under his breath. He set his hands on his typewriter. “That’s it! A street in the suburbs is cut off from the rest of neighborhood. The residents convince themselves that one of their neighbors is an alien from outer space.

“In the end, extra-terrestrials orchestrated the isolation, then stood back and watched gullible humans turn on each other.”

Rod Serling smiled as he put the finishing touches on his stingingly profound Twilight Zone episode. Social commentary cloaked in science fiction.

We have met the enemy and he is us.

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Was he a prophet? Sometimes I wonder.

Enough said.

21 August 2026

Published August 19, 2026 by rochellewisoff

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PHOTO PROMPT © Lori Wilson

The prompt this week is the front porch of an old hotel in Missouri. There are stone arches in front. Double wooden doors welcome the guests. There is a light over the front doors. Through the glass on the doors and the windows you can see the pleasant lobby. Welcome! Enjoy your stay! 😉

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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

BLACK THURSDAY

Henry had a lucrative position with a Kansas City bank, a dream home, and a beautiful wife. The world was his oyster.

He’d booked a room in Booneville at the Frederick Hotel where they’d spent their wedding night. It was a crisp October day. Perfect for celebrating their first anniversary.

As he was packing the telephone rang.

Tears blurred his vision that night at dinner. How can I tell her we’ve lost everything?

As he groped for the right words, Ginny blurted out. “Oh Henry, 1930 is going to be the best year ever! You’re going to be a daddy!”

14 August 2026

Published August 12, 2026 by rochellewisoff

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PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox

This week’s photo is of ten nesting cups with images of Russian buildings engraved on them. They go from large and detailed to teeny tiny. They looking to set in order on a wooden table.

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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

POETIC INJUSTICE

“I adored the stage,” said Bubbe Gittel of her time in the Moscow State Jewish Theater. “I had a crush on the director, Shlomo Mikhoels. A gifted poet.”

I switched off the TV. My grandmother’s stories beat summer reruns.

“During the war Mr. Stalin kept us safe from Hitler and made Shlomo the head of the Jewish Anti-Fascist Committee.”

Bubbe’s smile faded. “The war ended and with it, Stalin’s favor.”

“They called it an accident, but I saw it with my own eyes. A KGB monster shoved Shlomo in the path of a speeding truck.”

“Why, Bubbe?”

“Need you ask?”

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Shlomo or Solomon Mikhoels

7 August 2026

Published August 5, 2026 by rochellewisoff

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The photo this week is from Yours Truly. I snapped it in beautiful downtown Wilmington NC where I am this point in time. This is the Riverwalk by the Cape Fear River. The sidewalk is wooden. To the left are railings by the river. On the right is a fence. We see older buildings in the distance. On the left, further down the walkway is a street light. There are green trees to the right. A sunny hot day in North Carolina.

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Genre: Truthful Fiction
Word Count: 100

As it turns out, I’m in Wilmington NC this week, 😀 A recent story on CBS Sunday Morning caused me to dig deeper into this shameful piece of American history.

DISINFORMATION CAMPAIGN

In high school we weren’t taught about the Wilmington coupe, reported as a “race riot,” when white supremacists drove elected black city officials from their offices at gunpoint. Fine upstanding citizens were forced to flee and take refuge in a swamp.

My beautiful friend Shaliza and I were shocked when this history came to light.

I’m ashamed at the realization that my great-great-grandfather was one of the red shirts who very well could’ve gunned down Shaliza’s great-great-grandfather.

She and I embraced at a recent ceremony at Memorial Park

Could someone explain to me what makes white skin superior to brown?

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31 July 2026

Published July 29, 2026 by rochellewisoff

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

The prompt this weeks is of a rotted tree stump. Growing profusely from the wood are rows of turkey tail mushrooms. They look like columns of fans or tails of turkeys.

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This week, as I’ll be traveling out of state to visit my brother in North Carolina, I’m taking the easy way and posting a snippet from my novel LAST DANCE WITH ANNIE (soon to be available in audio).

Genre: Literary Fiction
Word Count: 100

ROUGH ROAD TO RECOVERY

Once the doors shut and the vehicle began to move, the EMT picked up the ambulance phone and poised his fingers over the buttons. “Do you want me to call your husband?”

Elise’s panic mushroomed. “Husband?”

The young man’s cheeks flushed as he pointed at her wedding ring. “I assumed—”

Elise swiveled the gold band around her ring finger with her pinkie and thumb. They’d had a terrible fight at the restaurant about her dinner—or lack thereof—as always.

Tony had filled a plate with chicken and vegetables and plopped it front of her. “Dammit, Elise, eat something!”

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A few more photos from our recent recording session. Jadyn, the young man in the photo will be voicing the male characters. The young lady sitting is my publisher Lia Wu.

24 July 2026

Published July 22, 2026 by rochellewisoff

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

This week’s prompt is a hodge podge of microphones and montiors. There’s computer to the right and the mics are in front of a love seat that has a colorful throw over the back with an indigenous design. There is a bookcase in the background loaded with books.

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Genre: The Truth and Nothing but the Truth
Word Count: 100

STUDIO A

Almost a year ago my publisher, Lia, asked if I’d be interested in recording an audio version of my most recent novel LAST DANCE WITH ANNIE. I was excited at the prospect.

I would read the female parts and Lia’s partner Jadyn would voice the male characters.

At the last minute the studio availability fell through. To say I was disappointed is an understatement.

Lia came up with a workable solution that included her dad, a talented Chinese chef feeding us.

Nope, this isn’t fiction. We’re twenty-two chapters in.

Watch for my audio book to be available in 2027.

The book is available in hardback, paperback, and kindle. A special thank you to those who have read and left kind reviews. Muchly appreciated. ❤

17 July 2026

Published July 15, 2026 by rochellewisoff

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In this week’s prompt we’re looking down a hallway. The walls and floors are made of stone. There are iron doors open along the way to a back door. There’s a table and chair in the left side of the foreground. Light is streaming through the door at the end of the hallway.

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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

INCURABLE

Elizabeth lay on her cot counting the stones on the ceiling.

Had she not had the audacity to disagree with her husband’s theology, she would be tucking in her babies at this very moment.

This was insanity. If a woman dared to displease her almighty husband, it was his legal right to banish her for her “incompetence.”

After three years in Jacksonville Insane Asylum, it took a jury seven minutes to declare her to be of sound mind. Elizabeth Packard left the courtroom a free woman.

They had called her mad but all she did was refuse to be silent.

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10 July 2026

Published July 8, 2026 by rochellewisoff

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This week’s prompt is from a playground. At the top of a double slide is a big orb with a smiley face. There is a railing with little sculpted children betweeen the bars. The sky is blue and there are green trees in the background.

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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

LITTLE WANDA WITH THE BRAIDS

The SS guard smiled at the girl with tearful blue eyes. “Is there something I might help you with, Fraulein?”

She blushed and twirled the end of one of her blonde braids. “I-I need to see Corporal Gruber…a personal matter.”

“Ach.” The guard held the office door for her and winked. “I’m sure he will be most happy to see you, schatzi.”

Moments later, Corporal Gruber and two other officers fell to floor. Dead. Niuta Teitelbaum tucked her revolver back under her apron.

As she left, she waved at the guard, batted her eyelashes, and whispered, “Heil Hitler, you bastards.”

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3 July 2026

Published July 1, 2026 by rochellewisoff

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Somehow a red flower managed to bloom on the “wrong side” of the fence. Just the bloom is peeking through the slats. There’s a green bush on the right side of the photo. .

Genre: Memoire
Word Count: 100

A BOOK IS LIKE A GARDEN, CARRIED IN THE POCKET

When did letters come together to form words and stories? I don’t recall exactly when it happened for me.

I owe much of it to Dick, Jane, and their baby sister Sally as do many former children of a certain age in these United States.

“Come here, Dick.”

“Go, Jane. Go, Sally, go!”

The illustrations made me as happy as the thrill of learning to read, thanks to Robert Childress. He wasn’t the first to paint lively pictures for the iconic books, but his were the ones that colored my early childhood. They still bloom like flowers in my memory.