1 May 2026

Published April 29, 2026 by rochellewisoff

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This week’s prompt is in a restaurant. Looks to be Mediterranean. There’s a plate with a tower of meat. To the right is a have drunk glass of beer. There are plates and bowls of food. There are tables in the background with other patrons and a server in the upper right. The tablecloths are colorful. To the right we can see part of an iPhone and there is a patron at the table looking at his cell phone.

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Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100

SEPARATE KETTLES

Elise and Carla shared lemonade on Elise’s porch. A gentle spring breeze cooled Elise.

“We went out for Mediterranean last night.”

“Not my cup of tea. What did you have?” asked Carla.

“Lamb shish-kebabs.”

The two old friends enjoyed comparing food notes. While they agreed on some things like tacos or corned beef and cabbage, often, their tastes varied.

Carla wrinkled her nose. “Ugh. I’m not a lamb fan. Besides, I see those cute lamby faces in my mind and my heart breaks. You black-hearted woman. How can you stand to eat them?”

“Medium rare with a pomegranate molasses drizzle.”

And just for fun, here’s the most delightful Lamb Chop of all time. Before Jeff Dunham, there was Shari Lewis to the delight of kids like me.

5 September 2014

Published September 3, 2014 by rochellewisoff

The following photo is the PHOTO PROMPT. Let it ignite the flames of your imagination. Then, tell me a story in one-hundred words or less.

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100

FIRE IN THE HOLE

Two months ago my husband bought a dehydrator, a nifty gadget that reduces ten pounds of apples to less than a pound of mummified slices in a matter of hours.

“Think of the money we’ll save,” said Jeff.

“Seriously?” I rolled my eyes.

The final straw broke when he dehydrated jalapeños.

A short time later the dog begged to be let out. With my howling baby tucked under one arm and a handkerchief over my stinging nose I blindly kicked open the front door.

It took a week to fumigate the house. It’ll take longer to let Jeff back in.

EDIBLE COMPLEX

Published September 16, 2012 by rochellewisoff

Over twenty years as an on-again off-again professional cake decorator I’ve been asked to do some interesting things with the edible media. A few of these creations will forever hold a fond place in my memory.

One such customer was a young woman who wanted a cake to celebrate her son’s potty training success. While I’ve decorated cakes for birthdays, baby showers, wedding showers, graduations and monumental achievements, I can honestly say that this one is a first. Nonetheless, it is a milestone. Why not commemorate it?