Realistic Fiction

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10 June 2022

Published June 8, 2022 by rochellewisoff

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A few of you might recognize the following story from a couple of years ago for What Pegman Saw. A little nip and tuck to make the story 100 words and it’s a Friday Fictioneers story. 😀

Genre: Fiction
Word Count: 100

MOUNT SINAI IN TANZANIA

Jelani’s ebony cheeks glisten, “I was but a child when Idi Amin’s henchmen destroyed our synagogue. On his deathbed my father grasped my hand and said, ‘Son, promise me, never forget who you are.”

The Torah scroll I brought from Canada is processed among the people. As it passes, Jelani touches the scroll with the tzit-tzit attached to his belt, then brings them to his lips with such reverence I weep.

Yehuda Kahalani leads the congregation in a Hebrew chant. My pulse races. I add my voice to familiar prayers and songs. Although we are different, our hearts are one.   

*Tzit-tzit are the fringes G-d commanded the children of Israel to attach to the four corners of their garments in the books of Deuteronomy and Numbers. So when Tevye asks “How did this tradition get started?” You’ll know. 😉

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13 May 2022

Published May 11, 2022 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 99

TRUMMERKIND

Art instructor Michael Townsend agonized over where he and his friends would go when developers tore down the abandoned warehouse the collective called home.

            Michael told them about a space he’d seen on one of his runs by Providence Place Mall. “There’s a gap between the walls. It’s an odd space but it could work. Artistic justice.”

            Eight artists moved lamps, furniture and electronics into their clandestine accommodations.

            After four years, mall police discovered the apartment and Michael was taken into custody.

            The criminal court judge, impressed by Michael’s sheer audacity, handed him a mere misdemeanor charge for trespassing.

*Trummerkind – Children of the Ruins

Michael Townsend

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15 April 2022

Published April 13, 2022 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Plain Ole Fiction
Word Count: 100

SUBJECT TO CHANGE

Ted set up a row of chairs in the reception hall. Jessica plopped down on one and pouted. “This is all-kinds-of wrong.”

“Hey sis, ever hear of John Cram?”

“No.”   

“Lemme educate you. John Cram patented the folding chair in 1855. Then in 1947 Fred Arnold created the first aluminum one and by 1957 his company was manufacturing—”

“Ooh, cram your history, Mr. Wikipedia.” Jessica gritted her teeth. Tears stung her eyes. “It’s just not fair.”

Ted hugged her.  “You’re going to be a gorgeous bride tomorrow.”

“What about my garden wedding? It’s not supposed to snow in May.”

Weekend Writing Prompt – Requisite

Published July 11, 2021 by rochellewisoff

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in Sammi’s Comment Section.

Original Artwork © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

WHAT IS MOTHERHOOD MADE OF?

            At twenty I had the requisite for motherhood—a husband and a womb. I danced for joy when the tests came back positive.

However, after Daniel’s birth, I resented him. I wanted sugar and spice. Instead, I got snips and snails.     

            One night, after putting the baby to bed, I turned on the television to an ad for flame retardant pajamas. Images of once handsome children, burned and scarred beyond recognition riddled me with guilt.

           I bolted from the sofa to the nursery, gathered Daniel into my arms, inhaled his sweetness and whispered, “I love puppy dog tails.”

28 May 2021

Published May 26, 2021 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Fiction

Word Count: 100

INNOVATIONS

Millie Levy loved to learn about inventors. Famous or obscure. It didn’t matter.  

“I wonder what Alexander Graham Bell would say about the iPhone.” She mused. “Or what Edison would think about LED lights.”

Millie’s brother Eli rolled his eyes. “Who cares?”

“I do. Get this. Maria Beasley invented a barrel-making machine in 1878. And J.F. Glidden was first to patent barbed wire in 1874. He made a fortune off cattle ranchers and farmers.”

Grandma Rachel pointed to the tattooed numbers on her arm. “I wonder what Mr. Glidden would say if he knew how Hitler used his precious invention.”

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1 January 2021

Published December 30, 2020 by rochellewisoff

A TOAST TO A SAFE AND HAPPY YEAR! 

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Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100

ED SULLIVAN PRESENTS

“My 8th grade friends adored the Monkees.”

“You didn’t, I presume.” Dale sips her Sangiovese.

“Beatles copycats created by NBC. Actors.”

“Not Kosher, eh?”

“As a ham sandwich. Like every other American kid, I glued myself to the TV, February 9, 1964, dazzled by the four lads from Liverpool. My 10-year-old heart floated on the clouds, unaware of any other guest stars.” I click a link. “Until now.”

“Anyone I’d know?”

“Ever hear of Davy Jones?”

“The Monkee? Sure.”

“He reprised his Oliver Twist role as the Artful Dodger that very night.”

“Who knew?”

I raise my glass. “Vive internet!”

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The Monkees were handpicked by NBC for a silly television show to capitalize on the Beatles’ movie Help. Ironically, these four guys did become a band in their own right. And, for the record, I do enjoy their music. 

R.I.P. David Jones – December 30, 1945 to February 29, 2012 😦

Weekend Writing Prompt -Quixotic

Published December 5, 2020 by rochellewisoff

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in Sammi’s comment section.

 

CHASING WATERFALLS

“What’s the secret to happy life, Grandma?”

“Never stop pursuing your seemingly quixotic dreams. Work hard. Play harder.”

With a splash, Grandma dove under the water.  

23 October 2020

Published October 21, 2020 by rochellewisoff

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This week marks my 8th anniversary as Friday Fictioneers facilitator and my 5th anniversary as a retired sign maker/cake decorator. So I’m taking the liberty of sharing a twofer. 

Genre: Hysterical Faction

Word Count: 100

HONCHO DORI

My coworker and best friend was fired for saying, of all things, “Hunky Dory.” Her flippant reply to my “How’s your day going?”  at her register. I kid you not. The charge was “sarcasm to a customer and, therefore, misconduct.” Seriously?

The company’s plan to purge the “old folks” put a target on my back, too.

At an emotional low I joined Friday Fictioneers. I tried it. I loved it. By October 24, I inherited the blog challenge.

Eight years later, my friend’s victorious lawsuit is a story we retell with glee. Friday Fictioneers? Yep, I’m still steering the bus.

It’s still hunky dory with us.

YEE-HAW!!!

I ran out words to tell you my friend was fired March 7, 2012 and I joined Friday Fictioneers a month later on April 12.

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Now for the second go around as promised. 😉 I posted this 24 October 2012, after inheriting Friday Fictioneers from creator Madison Woods. This was the only time I didn’t title my post with the date. I was told by a fictioneer that it was too confusing for me to post my title because it gave the impression that my title was part of the prompt. I complied and never saw her again. Go figure. There are some fictioneers who stuck with me, even though they were here before me. You know who you are. 😉 If I list them I’m bound to leave someone out. At any rate here’s my first story as facilitator. Same photo prompt. 

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100

OF SIGHT AND SOUND

A stunning contradiction of cropped black hair, bronzed skin and sea foam blue eyes, Aggie McKewen’s face reflected her Inuit and Scottish parentage.

Keith, who worked at his uncle’s café in Seward County, Alaska, longed to speak to her but didn’t know sign language and she was fencepost deaf.  Every Saturday he served her grilled salmon in shy silence.

After six weeks of night classes he felt ready to declare himself and asked her out.

With a voiceless giggle she snatched his pen and order pad. There she wrote, “I’d love to but why did you call me a tampon?”

Weekend Writing Prompt – Heather

Published October 4, 2020 by rochellewisoff

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in Sammi’s comment section. 

Although this isn’t a true story, per se, it’s a reality for too many. 

FAIRY TALE ROMANCE

Lucky white heather in her bouquet,

She approaches her Prince Charming

And links her fingers with his

Never dreaming that loving hand

Will viciously end her life.

Weekend Writing Prompt – Hinterland

Published July 18, 2020 by rochellewisoff

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in Sammi’s Comment Section.

I’ve no doubt my friends who are writers will relate. 

FAR AND AWAY

Her hair gleamed in the soft candlelight. Desire flooded him. No longer could he—

“Yoo-hoo, Mom.”

I flinch and stare at him. “What?”

He peers at me over his beer. “You didn’t hear a word I said.”

“What did you say?” I cut into my steak. “Mm. Underdone to perfection. I’m sorry, I had something on my mind.

My son, the professional wordsmith, winks. “You have the writer’s look.”

“What’s that?”

“Your body’s here, but your mind is far away in the hinterlands of your imagination.”

Busted.

Original Artwork © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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