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For those who celebrate, I hope you had a wonderful Christmas. Another rerun this week. For those who have written for this prompt (and you know who you are) feel free to post a repeat as well. This is my story from July 12, 2013 . Time flies, doesn’t it? Thanks to all who have hung with me for the past 6 years. I’d list them, but I’d be sure to leave someone out. Hard to believe this is the last Friday Fictioneers post for 2018! A HAPPY HEALTHY NEW YEAR TO ALL! Shalom, Rochelle
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
BRIGHT BLESSED DAY, DARK SACRED NIGHT
Life in 1907 New Orleans made Rebecca Karnofsy question the “land of the free”. As in Russia, they were still persecuted. Scapegoats.
After circling her hands around the candles, she recited the Sabbath prayer, ending with, “Omayn and Gut Shabbos.”
“Gut Shabbos.” Louis’ smile eclipsed his midnight-brown face.
“A fine boy.” Bernie patted his head. “Already he’s repaid my loan.”
One of the Karnofsky boys sniffed. “He just bought a dumb old horn.”
Eyes wider than wide, Louis jumped up from his chair. “Someday dis whole wonderful world gon’ hear my trumpet an’ know my name is Louis Daniel Armstrong!”
Young Louis Armstrong with his mother and sister.
Amen.
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ANNOUNCING:
My Coffee Table book A STONE FOR THE JOURNEY is now available on Amazon KINDLE or Paperback. Hardcover is available at Barnes & Noble.com
The print version is also available on Amazon.co.uk. Amazon Australia and India have the Kindle version only. I’m not crazy about the formatting job they did on the Kindle, but it’s all there. 😉
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Copyright – Adam Ickes
Another week of reruns. This is a story I posted 5 years ago 13 December 2013 Click the link to see who was with us then. A few of you may have written a story for this prompt. If so, feel free to post your own rerun.
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100
UNEXPECTED GIFT, UNEXPECTED TIME
Charli’s hiking boots are caked with dried mud that defies my cleaning efforts.
From her first cry, I dreamed of dressing my firstborn in pink pinafores with ruffled lace. But, before she turned two, Charli made it clear she detested pink.
Since then, I’ve given birth to another tomboy and a son who happens to love pink. Go figure.
After the accident on her thirteenth birthday, the boots were the only part of Charli I didn’t sell, toss or donate.
I listen for the doorbell. In a moment I’ll meet the girl to whom I gave my daughter’s untamed heart.
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Copyright –Douglas M. MacIlroy
The holiday season is upon us and I find myself to be busier than a one-armed paper hanger. Between the mandatory gifting, my husband’s birthday the 15th, book signings/art shows, and working on a new novel that’s taking up quite a bit of head-space, I’ve taken the liberty to craft this dreadful run-on sentence and also to post some reruns this month. The photo and story are from December 14, 2012 Some may remember it. For those of you who wrote a story for this prompt, feel free to post a rerun. The photographer of this prompt has been MIA for a while, but I assure you, our disc flinger is alive, well, and happy.
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100
UNHOLY BONDS
Somewhere between “I do” and diapers Gavin’s winsome bride turned into a nattering, self-centered shrew. Everything he said or did she took as either an affront or lack of caring.
If he brought her flowers she accused him of seeing another woman. If he made overtures she accused him of treating her like a sex object.
Eventually he gave up trying to fix their relationship and escaped to his garage sanctuary.
One afternoon Lois stood over him, packed suitcase and their three-year-old son in tow. “I’m leaving.”
“Pick up a quart of milk.”
“For good.”
He smiled. Peace at last!
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Genre: Hysterical Faction
Word Count: 100
ILLEGITIMI NON CARBORUNDUM*
At the beginning of my writing career, one of my mentors warned me. “The greatest thing an author can develop, besides a good story, is a thick skin.”
The reviews of my novels on Amazon have been mostly favorable—until yesterday.
“Amateurish,” the reviewer spewed. “Clunky. No story arc. The characters are caricatures.”
Paralyzed by the scathing words, I doubted everything I ever wrote.
“Pffft,” said my friend. “Every author’s received bad reviews and haters are gonna hate. You can’t take it personally.”
This morning I found two 5-Star reviews. Did my writing change? Guess I won’t quit just yet.
*Don’t let the bastards grind you down.
Here’s a page from my latest book A STONE FOR THE JOURNEY- the companion to Havah’s Trilogy
Click here to hear my new interview with Paul Reeves
PURPLE PROSE AND PASSION ON THE AIRWAVES
Wow! Where does the time go? Nearly a year ago I did a radio interview with Dr. Paul Reeves on his Family Talk program. At the time we chatted about writing, Friday Fictioneers and the coffee table companion book I was working on.
A STONE FOR THE JOURNEY debuted the first week in September so Dr. Paul invited me back to discuss my opus. 😉
He has a way of putting the interviewee at ease. I think that particular morning the conversation could’ve continued well into the afternoon. We spoke of the joys of aging while staying young. As we did last year, we talked about Friday Fictioneers which is so much a part of my life. I hope you enjoy listening to the interview as much as I enjoyed doing it.
Stay Tuned for Part 2 as Dr. Paul invited me back to read a few selections from A STONE FOR THE JOURNEY. It’s tentatively set to air Monday, November 26.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Genre: Wish List
Word Count: 100
VANTAGE POINT
She pries my sweaty fingers off the railing, her face lit with a sinister glow. “Come on. Step to it.”
My life, like a Roadrunner cartoon, flashes before me. Wile E. Coyote, eyes wide with terror, suspends in midair before plummeting 170 meters and landing in a distant poof.
On the verge of unconsciousness, I croak. “I’m begging, Sarah. Don’t make me do this.”
“We agreed to go sightseeing whilst you and Dale were here in Portsmouth and the view from Spinnaker Tower is magnificent.”
Dale shakes her head. “When Rochelle says she’s afraid of heights, she isn’t kidding, eh?”
I hope one day to meet these two in person, but 170 meters in the air won’t be one of my choices of places to see. Sigh. For now I’m happy to meet with Sarah and Dale on Skype. It makes the world seem a bit smaller somehow. (Yes. I really am afraid of heights.)
This week Pegman goes to Roswell, New Mexico, USA.
Your mission is to write up to 150 words inspired by this week’s location. You can use the image supplied or you can visit Roswell yourself via Google Maps and find your own inspiration.
Once your piece is polished, share it with others using the linkup below. Reading and commenting on others’ work is part of the fun.
In April my husband and I visited Roswell so I took the liberty of using my own photo. No matter what your take on aliens,Roswell is a major tourist trap. Kind of fun but next time I want to go to the Grand Canyon. 😉
Thanks to Karen and Josh for facilitating the fun.
© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Genre: Questionable
Word Count: 150
R IS FOR ROCKET
My son tugs at my coat. “Mommy, can I get the green man souvenir?”
His sister jumps up and down and squeals. “I want the stuffed alien so I could sleep with him. Say ‘yes’ pleeeeeeease, Mommeeee.”
I shake my head and glare at my husband. “I can’t believe you talked me into coming to this tourist trap? You can’t walk five feet without running into another gift shop. And they all have the same pathetic junk.”
Taking his wallet from his pocket, he hands the cashier just the right amount for the toys. “Aw, lighten up and have a little fun.” His eyes glow and spin.
My daughter’s antennae poke out from under her wig. She cuddles her stuffed friend. “I’m sleepy. Can we go back to the hotel?”
The teenage clerk gasps. “Y-you aren’t from around here, are you?”
“Next year, Phlox,” I mutter, “we vacation on Gorgon.”
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Shmoozing with Aliens in Roswell
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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
CRY OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT
Ten-year-old Annie had never ridden on a train. Cousin Anastasia said it would take her and her brother to Springfield. How odd. Stasia never kissed her before. What did Uncle John mean when he muttered, “Almshouse”?
“D’ya think Nellie and Mama and Johnny are happy in Heaven, Jimmie?” Annie asked.
His feverish snoring answered her. She wished she could see the scenery whizzing by.
“Not to worry, little one,” said her invisible faerie friend with an Irish brogue. “Someday you’ll do great things.”
“Me? How? I’m only an ignorant blind girl nobody wants.”
“Trust me, darlin’ Annie Sullivan. You will.”
Helen Keller with Annie Sullivan Macy (Teacher)
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PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
Genre: Memoir
Word Count: 100
SHELL GAME
We flocked to the record racks to buy his LP’s. I did my best to memorize those monologues. Remember the slush ball?
“Junior Barns, you gunky.” That one made me laugh until tears rolled.
I spied Scotty, partner of undercover tennis bum Kelly. With humor, they solved crime after crime.
Every time I drove my Beetle, I heard him say to a raucous audience, “When the fan belt breaks we use a rubber band.”
The accusations rocked my world as Bill Cosby plummeted from his pedestal. A deep sense of loss floods me.
The jokes aren’t funny anymore, are they?
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