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Life is made up of challenges, isn’t it? What more can a person do than play the hand she’s been dealt?
My mother often spoke of the vicious morning sickness she suffered during her pregnancy in the 1960’s.
“My doctor called it a miracle drug,” she said with tears streaming. “One little pill cured my nausea.”
You would think I’d be used to the gawking stares. Born with fingers protruding from my shoulders, I resigned myself to the merry-go-round of prosthetics and wheelchairs a long time ago.
Nonetheless, I dream of winning a foot race.
If only I had feet.
* * * Some may remember the Thalidomide scandal in the UK in the 1960’s. In England the drug was called Destival. Taken by pregnant women for morning sickness, it caused horrendous birth defects. It’s only recently come to light that, while the drug wasn’t approved by the FDA in the States the Wm. S. Merrell Co. distributed it.
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As some of you are aware, my story last week was based on fact. It’s been a busy summer, fraught with highs and lows. The story and picture are both reruns from 2014. A handful of you were part of Friday Fictioneers. Feel free to rerun your own story from that week.
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.
HOLDING HER HAND
Wayne urged me to get in touch with my inner child.
“It hurts,” I whined.
“It’s the path to healing.”
One day, on the way to my appointment, I stopped at a thrift store. Spying a hand amid a pile of pre-loved stuffed toys, I pulled out a doll with a familiar face. I hugged her soft body and was comforted.
Wayne smiled at her. “She’s you.”
Coincidence? I think not.
“Hold the hand of the child that lives in your soul. For this child nothing is impossible.” Paulo Coehlo
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I confess, this is a rerun from four years ago. Some might remember, some won’t. At any rate, I’ve been out town for a week and am taking the liberty of not racking my brain to come up with a new story. 😉 It is a new prompt though.
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
ROAD KINGS
Arthur mopped his forehead with his sleeve while holding his bicycle’s handlebar with his opposite hand. He tried to keep up with his buddy who had been blessed with longer legs.
“Wait up, Bill!”
The other boy grinned over his shoulder. “Pedal faster, slowpoke. The fish ain’t gonna wait all day, ya know.”
Once they reached the river, the boys laid their poles beside their bicycles and raced to the bank.
Relishing the cool water, Arthur sighed. “Pedaling’s hard work. Someone oughta build a bike with a motor.”
“Who knows, Mr. Davidson?” Bill Harley splashed and sputtered. “Maybe someone will.”
William S. Harley
Arthur Davidson
William S. Harley and Arthur Davidson circa 1914
(L-R) My Road King, Jan Fields with Arthur’s great nephew, “Willie G” Davidson and his biker babe.
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.
Future Friday Fictioneers Queen 😉
I’m calling this fiction with a side of truth. There are those who have suffered unjustly and then…
RACE CARD
“I never fit in,” she claims through crocodile tears, “because of my color.”
She bemoans her traumatic youth on social media to garner sympathy and hurls wanton accusations.
“You didn’t know me.” She whines.
Did she know me? No way. She was out of my league.
And now she expects me to pity Ms Pretty Popular Prom Queen?
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.
Over the past year and a half I’ve carefully avoided the C word or any issues surrounding it. There are plenty of rants, whines and opinions raging without adding my own. However this week’s word (after looking it up) elicited my unavoidable response. Seriously I do enjoy social interaction to a degree, but find a lot of it exhausting. Thanks for adding to my vocabulary, Sammi. It actually does describe me to a degree.
WHAT’S A FOURTEEN-LETTER WORD FOR INTROVERT?
When asked in a Zoom interview if quarantine had adversely affected me, I carefully considered my reply.
“In all honesty, my life hasn’t changed much.” I grinned at the young man on my screen. “I paint. I write.”
“Is there any social activity denied you that you really miss?”
I thought about my morning walk to the shut-down fitness center to gaze longingly at the empty pool. “Now that you mention it—swimming laps. Not very social, huh?”
Many thanks to Gabi for sharing this with the rest of us WP Luddites to take the pain out of the change. I’ve fought it for a couple of years. But I’m determined to get the hang of it. Please click on the link at the bottom to read more.
Through several comments I’ve learned that I’m not the only one in the Friday Fictioneers group who has problems with the block editor. Since that one is the future and Classic won’t likely be functional by next year, I’ve collected a few easy tips and tricks how I made my peace with the block editor. Mind you, I still struggle with some of the features. It is not intuitive and really needs getting used to. I am getting better but it still does things I don’t want it to do. Luckily, there is the undo arrow button.
What is most confusing to me is the fact that you never see all the options in one place, the menus constantly change depending on the type of edit you want to do: post, block, text, image, grid etc.. But it is all there. Somewhere…
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 Sammi’s Comment Section.
So I’m trying Block Editor this morning. Some things don’t work the way I want them to. I’ve tried aligning things to the center and they don’t. Happy early morning to y’all. Shalom, Rochelle
בקר תוב
So I’m trying this with Block Editor. There are some features I like and some I really DON’T! At any rate, I’ve a lot to learn. So having said that, I’ll say Shalom and Good morning! Rochelle
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Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple 