6 September 2019

Published September 4, 2019 by rochellewisoff

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PHOTO PROMPT © Penny Gadd

Click on the Frog to Join the Fun! Hoppy! Hoppy! Joy! Joy!

Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

THE PERFECT IDIOT’S PROFESSION

Twelve-year-old Kathy burst into the bedroom. “Hey, Lazy-Bones, time for breakf—.” She choked on a scream.

Tommy’s body hung by a noose from a rafter.

***

Kathy picked at her eggs. “I miss Tommy.”

Mother ignored the reference to her departed son. “Get ready for school.”

Kathy shuddered. “No!”

“Traumatized.” Father sighed. “I fear Kathy’s destined to become a recluse. I’ll hire a tutor.”

***

Years later, nineteen-year-old Katharine announced to the dismay of her father. “I’m going to be an actress.”

Dr. Hepburn scowled at his headstrong daughter. “You don’t get anywhere in theater unless you sleep with the director.”

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Mrs. Hepburn with children. Katharine on the far left.

Kathy and Tom Hepburn

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30 August 2019

Published August 28, 2019 by rochellewisoff

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PHOTO PROMPT © Linda Kreger

CLICK ON FROGGY AND HOP ABOARD

Genre: Hysterical Faction

Word Count: 100

ERAT CHIROGRAPHUM DECRETI

For Jeffrey, trying to learn Latin was somewhat akin to pushing a cart sideways—uphill. Verb tenses made him tense. Nouns didn’t compute.

He stared at his teacher’s one word comment scrawled across his most recent quiz. “Mr. Bland, what does ‘tennible’ mean?”

Mr. Bland leaned back in his chair. “Let’s explore the Latin roots. ‘To have. To hold.’ Teneo, I have. Tenet, you have…from that root we arrive at ‘tenable—capable of being held.’”

Jeffrey presented his paper. “Why did you write it on my test?”

Taking it from the boy, Mr. Bland frowned. “That’s not tenable. That’s ‘terrible.’”

My brother Jeffrey and his wife Debbie.

*The title is Latin for Handwriting. The story itself is not my own, but my brother’s. It was too good not to share.

WAKE-UP CALL

Published August 21, 2019 by rochellewisoff

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

FOR A GOOD TIME CLICK THE FROG!

This is something I don’t think I’ve done before. I’m back for a third time. 😀

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100

WAKE-UP CALL

Bart slipped into the booth across from Marla. “That was some wedding yesterday.” He clutched the ring in his pocket waiting for the right moment.

She swished her luxurious hair over her toned shoulders. “Your sister and her groom make an odd couple.”

“They’re so in love. To think I set ‘em up for laughs—him being such a scrawny runt and her being—”

“Plump?”

“I’ve always teased her about it.” Bart hung his head.

“I so get it.” Marla giggled. “I’ll have a salad. How about you?”

Swallowing, he released the ring. “Y’know, I’ve suddenly lost my appetite.”

THERE IS LOVE

Published August 21, 2019 by rochellewisoff

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

For a good time, click me!

I’m back for seconds.

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100

THERE IS LOVE

The organist played Paul Stookey’s “Wedding Song.”

Denise strolled toward Grant holding her father’s arm. Her round face shone. Grant’s heart raced. Why would such a beautiful woman choose him?

His best man Bart elbowed him. “Here comes the wide-track bride.”

“If you think so little of her, why’d you set us up?”

“She’s my sister. I felt sorry for her.”

Grant remembered how nervous he’d been until their fateful blind date when her periwinkle eyes and infectious laughter put him at ease.

He elbowed Bart. “Make one more wisecrack about my lovely wife and you’ll be my toothless brother-in-law.”

*

If you’ve never heard it, here’s your chance to hear Paul Stookey singing his Wedding Song

23 August 2019

Published August 21, 2019 by rochellewisoff

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

So I’m not blue. Click on me anyway.

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100

CHEMISTRY

“He has a great personality,” said her brother Bart.

Twenty pounds overweight with no prospects, Denise agreed to a blind date.

Grant was a lulu—kinky orange hair and squinted eyes behind thick horn-rim glasses.

He fidgeted and checked his watch. “We ordered dinner an hour ago.”

“Yeah, I’m wasting away to a ton.”

“Stop it. You’re just right.”

Denise’s cheeks warmed. “Really?”

“And pretty.”

She relaxed. They chatted away like two old friends until their orders came.

“Filet of dinosaur.” She skewered her steak. “Yum.”

He flashed a dazzling smile. “Bart didn’t lie. You do have a great personality.”

16 August 2019

Published August 14, 2019 by rochellewisoff

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PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields

Click on the Frog!

Genre: Hysterical Friction

Word Count: 100

ALL THE AMENITIES

May 1984. We couldn’t wait to take advantage of our newly-purchased lot in a nearby recreational development. So we packed our children-plus-one and everything we needed for a successful camping trip.

Sometime in the night the soothing buzz of locusts gave way to thunder and driving rain that demolished our tents.

Thanks to the help of a sympathetic grounds attendant, our excursion ended in a half-finished bathroom with three bedraggled boys and one engorged mother whose inconsolable baby chose the worst time to wean himself.

Shivering, I muttered to my grumpy husband. “Someday we’ll look back at this and laugh.”

9 August 2019

Published August 7, 2019 by rochellewisoff

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PHOTO PROMPT © Randy Mazie

Some of you may recognize this photo and may even think you’ve written a story for it. If you were part of Friday Fictioneers the week of December 6, 2013, you’re probably right. 😉 I’m off to visit my brother in North Carolina this week so I’m taking the liberty of posting a retread. To see the original post and who the Fictioneers were click here.

Do it! Do it! Click the frog!

Genre: Fiction

Word Count: 100

CLOSE ENCOUNTER

Darlene rescued the tiny, squalling creature from a smelly garbage can. He squirmed and squeaked as she cuddled him on the way home.

“It’s E.T., Mommy. Can I keep him?”

“He needs special care, honey.” Mom gently wrapped him in a blanket and picked up the phone.

To Darlene’s delight, after months of social workers’ visits, Mom said, “He’s ours, sweetie, but we can’t call him E.T. What shall we name your new brother?”

“Elliott!”

Five years later, when Elliott scribbled green flying saucers all over her math homework, Darlene screamed, “You little monster! You really are from outer space.”

***

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2 August 2019

Published July 31, 2019 by rochellewisoff

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CLICK ON THE FROGGY. (Go ahead! Do it!)

Genre: Memoir

Word Count: 100

I wrote the following story in my husband’s voice. Ray’s his best friend from junior high into the present.

LOVE IS ALWAYS ON TIME

There’s an old saying. “Time flies when you’re having fun.”

A year ago, I set my best friend Ray up with my girlfriend’s sister Vicky on a blind date.

A month ago Ray and Vicky tied the knot while I was at sea, care of the US Navy. While the war in Vietnam raged my flat-footed 4-F friend and his bride welcomed Peggy Sue.

Last week cancer claimed Vicky. At her sendoff, half the church teemed with her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

The truth is time speeds by with the velocity of a twin-engine jet whether fun’s involved or not.

Vicky lost her battle with cancer June 26, 2019.

Stills family in the 90’s

The Fields with Ray and Vicki on their 50th Wedding Anniversary

Ray and Vicki

Ray and Vicki with great-grandchildren

Ray and Vicki with grandchildren

26 July 2019

Published July 24, 2019 by rochellewisoff

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CLICK ME AND HOP ABOARD!

Genre: Historical Fiction circa 1890

Word Count: 100

EYE OF THE BEHOLDER

Eight-year-old Charity watched the strange countryside whiz by. In the glass she caught a glimpse of her reflection. She covered her ears with her hair and tried to block out the other kids’ cruel jeers.

“Wings for ears. Beaver teeth. Too ugly for anyone to adopt you.”

She stepped off the train, clutching her rag doll. Schubert, Missouri looked nothing like New York.

A man and woman with prominent ears approached her. The man knelt and grinned, revealing a pronounced overbite. He caressed Charity’s cheek. “Mama, I believe this orphan train brought us the pretty little girl we prayed for.”

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19 July 2019

Published July 17, 2019 by rochellewisoff

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Click the Froggie. You know you want to!

Genre: Personal Musing

Word Count: 100

IMPASSE

I stare at the photo prompt waiting for the fickle finger of fate to zap me between the eyes with inspiration. Do I hear dust moving?

To help jumpstart my brain I tap out, “The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.” My mother taught me the silly phrase when she taught me to type. It’s a sentence that incorporates every letter of the alphabet. I promise. I’m not making it up.

Are you singing the Alphabet Song to check out my claim?

I cover my eyes. Nothing. No story this week.

Sometimes the magic works. Sometimes it doesn’t.