22 May 2026

Published May 20, 2026 by rochellewisoff

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SPEAKING OF PHOTOS!!! Have you photos in your files that you think might make a good prompt? Please send them to me at runtshell@gmail.com. I’m always on the lookout. And sometimes I just…um…er…borrow them from my Facebook friends. 😉 Thank you.

AND FURTHER MORE It has been pointed out to me that this photo is a rerun. https://rochellewisoff.com/2023/06/07/9-june-2023/ So…if you have a story you’d like to repeat from this photo, feel free to do so. 😉 Pobody’s Nerfect. Thank you for your patience. As you can see, I need some new photos. Please and thank you. Shalom, Rochelle. And thank you, Nancy for your vigilance.

PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox

A whimsical prompt this week showing a baby’s colorful walker on the left next to a child’s battery powered truck on the right. They are “parked” in front of a dual smoker. Have fun with this one!

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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

NINE MILES PER HOUR

“She was a thing of beauty,” recalled Mrs. Anne Bush in a 1952 interview. “Sleek black dignity on pneumatic bicycle tires. I loved being my father’s chauffeur to his house calls.

“You should have seen the looks on the examiner’s faces when they issued my beautiful Steam Engineer’s License, Locomobile Class on March 22, 1900.”

Although she was the first woman with a driver’s license, Anne Rainsford French Bush did little to promote women’s rights. She stopped driving in 1903 when she married Mr. Bush.

“Women shouldn’t get soiled by machinery,” he’d say.

She’d quietly nod and say, “Yes, Walter.”

It should read, “first woman IN AMERICA with a driver’s license.” I ran out of words. 😉

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2 January 2026

Published December 31, 2025 by rochellewisoff

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This week’s prompt is of a small building which looks to be a park information center. It has windows and a door and box holding information flyers.

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Genre: Non-Fiction
Word Count: 100

MY NAME IS BETTY

How does one distill a life that lasted 104 years down to one-hundred words?

Betty Reid Soskin had been a singer, a civil rights activist, a wife, a mother and, in her later years, a park ranger at Rosie the Riveter/WWII Home Front National Historical Park. There, she led tours and shared American history. She retired at the age of 100.

Toward the end of one interview, she was invited to say whatever came to mind.

The soft-spoken, 101-year-old woman looked into the camera and said, “I don’t know what comes next, but I do know I’m ready for it.”

Betty passed away December 21 at the age of 104. Here’s one of her interviews. She was one amazing woman.

18 July 2025

Published July 16, 2025 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

Another WWI hero denied his due in his own time.

WHAT DID YOU DO IN THE WAR, DADDY?

Twelve-year-old Elsie listened with rapt attention to Uncle Jim, Daddy’s army buddy from the war.

“There I was, bleeding in that French field, waiting to meet my maker. Then here comes your daddy, larger than life, slings me across his shoulders and runs back to the bunker under enemy fire.”

“Daddy never told me.”

“He’s too modest. It angers me that he never got the Congressional Medal of Honor he so deserved—because he was a Jew.”

War’s not about medals.” William Shemin shrugged. “I love my country.”

Elsie ground her teeth. “Daddy, someday I’m going to right this wrong.”

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4 July 2025

Published July 2, 2025 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Fiction
Word Count: 100

OPPOSITES DISTRACT

Jane and Michael walked hand in hand past Victorian homes lining the street. They stopped in front of one that was surrounded by a picket fence. Its turret windows sparkled in the afternoon sunlight. Jane imagined sipping lemonade on the sprawling front porch.

“It’s like something in a romance novel, isn’t it? Wouldn’t you just love to live here?”

Michael kissed her forehead and said in a soft whisper, “Nope. Do you have any idea the cost of upkeep on an old barn like this?”

She scowled. “You certainly have a knack for finding the cloud in every silver lining.”

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27 June 2025

Published June 25, 2025 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Anecdotal History Lesson
Word Count: 100

GAME OF CONES

Leaving childhood behind at fourteen, I entered the workforce. I was hired by the local Dairy Queen for a dollar an hour.

I became adept at swirling those curls atop cones and sundaes.

Did I ever wonder about the company’s history? Nope.

That was then. This is now.

J.F. McCullough and his son Alex invented soft-serve. They shared it with ice cream shop owner Sherb Noble who, in turn, offered ten-cent cones to a sell-out crowd of 1600.

The men partnered, and the first Dairy Queen opened on June 22, 1940, in Joliet, Illinois.

Another delicious piece of history served.

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Thanks to Yvette Prior for a lovely interview. You can read it HERE.

6 June 2025

Published June 4, 2025 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Anecdote
Word Count:100

CONNECTING FLIGHT

“Are you ready to go to the airport?”

I shuffled through the piles on my desk. “Daddy, I can’t find my passport.”

“Hurry!” He paced the floor.

Then I remembered I only needed my real I.D.

When we arrived at the check-in, panic set in. I’d forgotten to pack. We rushed home where I flung clothes into my purple suitcase: black swimsuits, black skirt, black pants, black…What’s with all this black?

Next-thing-I-know I’m lying in bed. I open my eyes. Somewhat relieved, I look at the clock. It’s 04:00. Dad’s been gone these past thirty years. Gee, I miss him.

*I wrote this shortly after I woke up from this very dream. Wasn’t sure what to call the genre. 😉

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And just a little something extra. 😉 It’s kind of long and has nothing to do with Friday Fictioneers. It’s an interview I did a few months ago with my author friend Diane Yates.

25 April 2025

Published April 23, 2025 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Novel Excerpt
Word Count: 100

BRAIN FOG

Elise’s cheeks blazed against the cold tile. The last thing she remembered was writing a check at the register when a wave of nausea and lightheadedness swept over her. The helpless feeling of losing control as she lost consciousness rushed back. She squirmed, wishing she could dissolve between the cracks. How many of those “gentle action” pink pills had she taken in anticipation of dinner?

You know you’re too damn smart for your own good,” her frustrated support group leader had snapped at her night before last. “Why do you even bother coming to meetings anyway?”

To learn new tricks…

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28 March 2025

Published March 26, 2025 by rochellewisoff

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INVISIBLE WARRIOR

The second world war to end all wars raged. Thousands of young men were invited by their draft boards to participate.

Eighteen-year-old Susan read a want-ad in the Baltimore Sun. “Eastern Aircraft is hiring women to be riveters.”

“That’s no job for a lady,” said Mama.

“It could pay my way to college.”

Determined, Susan joined 600,000 black women.

“We ladies worked together as an integrated America.” Ninety-nine-year-old Susan Taylor King, who’d earned two college degrees from Morgan University, told reporters. She fingered her red polka-dotted neckerchief with pride. “I’ve lived long enough to be black and important in America.”

21 March 2025

Published March 19, 2025 by rochellewisoff

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Word Count: 100

SHINE ON

Granddaddy leaned back in his threadbare recliner. The faraway gleam in his faded blue eyes told me a story was coming.

“Ginger stew. Mommy mixed in brown sugar and ginger. According to her it’d cure jest about anything.

“Rainwater made the best moonshine. And ya needed good tree cover in the woods. A-course it weren’t legal. We was always lookin’ over our shoulders for the law.”

“Why’d ya do it?” I gasped. “Wasn’t ya scared?”

“It was our cash crop. Scared? Nah. It’s like dating a woman that’s married,” he chuckled. “If it ain’t got risk, it ain’t no fun.”

13 September 2024

Published September 11, 2024 by rochellewisoff

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THE BOX HEARD ‘ROUND THE WORLD

Dale folded a blanket and laid it in a box of linens. “I hate moving.”

Rochelle taped the top of another box and labeled it Bedroom with a marker. “Ever wonder who invented them?”

“Invented what?”

“Cardboard boxes.”

“No.”

“Robert Gair, who came to the United States in 1853 from Scotland on a ship by himself. He was only fourteen at the time. Can you imagine what that must’ve been like? Later he fought in the Civil War and after that, he worked in a paper factory.”

“So how did he invent the box?”

“Sorry, I’m fresh out of words.”