Summer is the time for vacations, picnics on the beach and reruns on the telly. For me it’s a time to meet a deadline in July for my third novel in my series entitled AS ONE MUST ONE CAN. Many thanks to those of you who responded to my plea for your favorite reruns.
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The following photo is the PROMPT. This week’s retread request is from C.E.Ayr If you’re one of those who wrote a story for this prompt feel free to re-post it and enjoy the respite. The photo is from Rich Voza. Remember that all photos are private property and subject to copyright. Use other than Friday Fictioneers by permission only.
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I’m really pleased that C.E. chose this particular prompt. It’s one of my all time favorites, not because of the photo itself but because of what it meant to me. I am posting two stories with permission from Doug MacIlroy who is currently MIA and says, “Tell the FF gang I said hello and that I wish them well and that like a relative of mine once said, ‘I shall return’.”
When Doug shared his abbreviated story with me via email in February 2013 I asked what he thought about my writing the partner story. Between iPhone texts and photos we worked to make our stories exactly 200 words between the two of them. It was a labor of love and a magical experience in writing. I hope you enjoy it as much as we did.
Original posts HERE and HERE
Doug’s story is in the photo below.
Genre for both: Speculative Fiction
Word Count: 65
Word Count: 135
“Flight delayed.” Amelia snarled and closed the US Airways website. “Damn business trips!”
Memories of their argument right before Chase left gnawed at her. She regretted her spiteful words.
“I hate your job!”
“You like the money.”
“You’re never home. Your daughters don’t even know their father.”
“Next time, babe, you and the girls are coming with me.”
“‘What if’ never happens.” He gathered her into his arms. “Flying’s safer than driving on the freeway.”
Five hours ago he’d texted from Phoenix. “Just a little turbulence. Nothing to worry about.”
“Mommy?” Four-year-old Katy tiptoed into the room. “Daddy sat on my bed.”
“It was only a dream, Kitten.”
“No it wasn’t. He talked to me!”
“What’d he say?”
“He’s sorry he can’t come home.”
Her phone chimed. Message from Chase.