Friday Fictioneers

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12 October 2018

Published October 10, 2018 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

CRY OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT

Ten-year-old Annie had never ridden on a train. Cousin Anastasia said it would take her and her brother to Springfield.  How odd. Stasia never kissed her before. What did Uncle John mean when he muttered, “Almshouse”?

            “D’ya think Nellie and Mama and Johnny are happy in Heaven, Jimmie?” Annie asked.

            His feverish snoring answered her. She wished she could see the scenery whizzing by.  

            “Not to worry, little one,” said her invisible faerie friend with an Irish brogue. “Someday you’ll do great things.”

            “Me? How? I’m only an ignorant blind girl nobody wants.”

            “Trust me, darlin’ Annie Sullivan. You will.”   

 

Helen Keller with Annie Sullivan Macy (Teacher)

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5 October 2018

Published October 3, 2018 by rochellewisoff

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

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Genre: Memoir

Word Count: 100

SHELL GAME

We flocked to the record racks to buy his LP’s. I did my best to memorize those monologues. Remember the slush ball?

            “Junior Barns, you gunky.” That one made me laugh until tears rolled.

            I spied Scotty, partner of undercover tennis bum Kelly. With humor, they solved crime after crime.

            Every time I drove my Beetle, I heard him say to a raucous audience, “When the fan belt breaks we use a rubber band.”

            The accusations rocked my world as Bill Cosby plummeted from his pedestal. A deep sense of loss floods me.

            The jokes aren’t funny anymore, are they?  

 

28 September 2018

Published September 26, 2018 by rochellewisoff

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PHOTO PROMPT © Yvette Prior

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

THE BUTLER DID IT

Six-year-old Billy earned a bit here and there on the Post-Civil War streets of Richmond dancing for anyone who’d watch.  

            A passerby tossed a penny at the boy’s feet. “Cute little darky.”

            Determined to be more than a ‘pickaninny,’ Billy tapped his way from Vaudeville to the Harlem, and, ultimately, to Broadway. Top hat and tails became his trademarks.

            Hollywood relegated him to servant roles.

            “Everything’s copacetic.” He said as he instructed his diminutive partner. “Take small steps or you know what happens.”

            Slipping her lily-white hand in Bill “Bojangles” Robinson’s, Shirley Temple giggled. “Yeah, I fall on my keester.”

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21 September 2018

Published September 19, 2018 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Whimsy

Word Count: 100

BUMBERSHOOT

Dark clouds gathered, threatening to spoil Eric and Alistair’s sightseeing.

After months of emails and planning, the two blog buddies decided to meet in London since Eric had never been away from the States.

“Did you think to bring a brolly?”  

Eric’s brow furrowed. “Why would I bring a trolley?”

Rain pelted Alistair’s forehead and dribbled into his eyes. “Are you deaf? I said ‘brolly.’ Not trolley. You know. A gamp.” He sputtered. “Can’t you Yanks understand plain English?”

Eric shrugged. “It certainly rains a lot over here. As you Brits say, it’s a good job I brought an umbrella.”

 

 

14 September 2018

Published September 12, 2018 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Some might find it humorous

Word Count: 100

This is based on fact. I recently was called for jury duty. A day spent waiting…and reading. I think I can blame Russell for the inspiration. When I wasn’t sketching or snoozing, I was reading my signed copy of “The Perils of Heavy Thinking.” That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. 

MEMBER OF THE BORED

My day in court arrives. I spend hours in a sterile waiting room with 74 other potential jurors before moving to the courtroom. To pass the time I sketch the man in front of me. 

            Who among us will be chosen to spend the next five days deliberating? Not I.

            So…  

            Will it be the blonde with a rock on her finger the size of Texas? Or maybe the brunette whose attributes are barely contained will catch the judge’s eye. Or what about the dainty young thing in striped hoodie and floral pajama pants?

            The possibilities fire this writer’s imagination.           

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Not Boring 

A STONE FOR THE JOURNEY

The coffee table companion to Havah’s Trilogy

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31 August 2018

Published August 29, 2018 by rochellewisoff

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PHOTO PROMPT © Nathan Sowers grandson of our own Dawn M. Miller

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Genre: Historical Fiction-Circa 1856

Shawnee Indian Mission School – Kansas

Word Count: 100

As I post this I’m becoming acquainted with new characters for another novel with the working title: WHAT THE HEART WANTS. This is an excerpt that has been rearranged and distilled down to 100 words to stand alone. It will be longer in the book. 😉

DELIVER US FROM EVIL

“Do you like your Christian name, Ruth?” asked Moon Glow

            Staring at her new school dress in the mirror, Bear Starfire shrugged. “Do you like yours, Marybeth?”

            “It doesn’t matter what we like. We’re the Waapa’s prisoners.”

            A girl carrying an armload of linens entered the dormitory room. “Howdy, ladies.” She whispered, “Don’t let nobody hear you talkin’ Injun talk. It’s evil.”

            In her mind, Bear Starfire heard Neega sing to baby Wolf-Child in the language of their people. K’otha’s voice rumbled with stories of their ancestors. Love flowed like fresh water with every word. How could that be evil?

 

Neega -Mother

K’otha – Father

WaapaWhite

Thank you to the real Bear Starfire for your input. (our own Jelli) You are a gift from the Great Spirit to me.

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Announcing my latest. The fourth book of the Havah Cohen Gitterman Trilogy!

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24 August 2018

Published August 22, 2018 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100

WHAT A GREAT LIFE IT MUST SEEM

“You’re such a success, Elise.” says Mary. “I’m jealous.”

“You got it all, girlfriend,” Barbara adds. “You’re a published author and an artist? If I could do what you do, I’d truly be happy.”

Her compliment is coupled with a longing gaze at Elise’s recently finished seascape.  

A mixture of pride and something other than joy floods Elise as her admirers kiss her cheek and leave.  She sinks to her knees under the weight of her adult daughter’s scathing words, spewed in anger the night before. Her accusations haunt Elise and reduce her to ash.

“I’m such a failure.” 

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