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4 July 2014

Published July 2, 2014 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Realistic Fiction

World Count: 99

WHAT’S ON THE MENU?

            “There’s so much I haven’t seen, Mom.”

            “It’ll keep. You’re only eighteen.”

            “I’m a woman.”

            “You’re still a child. The city will eat you alive.”

            “It’s a full scholarship.”

            Three months later, miles from parental scrutiny, Evelyn strolled into the university studio, virgin sketchbook under her arm. 

            She lowered herself onto an art bench, looked up at the statuesque model on a raised platform, held her pencil erect at arm’s length to calculate perspective and, with great relish, contemplated all that nature had bestowed upon him.

            “Study hard,” her mother had said.

            Evelyn smiled.

            “I will, Mom, I will.”  

27 June 2014 – Summer Rerun II

Published June 25, 2014 by rochellewisoff

 

Summertime Blues

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PHOTO PROMPT Copyright-Madison Woods The photo is actually from Lura Helms for whom I have no link.

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Here’s another of my favorites revisited. 😉 originally posted August 16, 2012

Genre: Literary Fiction

Word Count: 100

CASUALTY OF WAR

            In the woods on the outskirts of town is the Tree of Life. Not to be confused with the original, this one earned its name from a century of discarded oddities which have grown into its branches.  

            Jason and I carved our names into the bark the day before he left for Viet Nam. We’d marry when he returned.

            When the final letter came my heart cratered to my stomach. 

            He’d met Trinh-Lee, his true love.

           Today you can still read the crude print that says, “Jason loves Karen.”

            Just below it, imbedded in the trunk, is my disengagement ring.

 

 

20 June 2014 -Summer Rerun

Published June 18, 2014 by rochellewisoff

 

 Summertime Blues

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*I have out-of-town guests coming this week so I won’t be reading or commenting much after Thursday.  I really appreciate all of you.*

This was the fourth story I posted for Friday Fictioneers, 1 May 2012. It’s still one of my favorites and  it’s fun to go back there to see who commented and what they said. 😉

Genre: Historical Fiction

Word count: 99

SIMPLE HOUSE

            In 1901 taxidermist Jefferson Thomas constructed a home and a thriving business. His petulant mail-order bride hated rural life.

            One day her prized ruby from a former suitor disappeared. Blaming Jefferson, she demanded a divorce. Tongues wagged when she abandoned both her husband and child.   

             A century later a tornado devastated the house to a pile of clapboard. Amid the rubble, Jefferson Thomas III found nothing left of his heritage save a lone wall. He tore off a length of wallpaper and yelped.

            A glass eyed, mummified woman stared back at him, a ruby ring clinched between her teeth.          

13 June 2014

Published June 11, 2014 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

BENEATH BUNKER HILL

            Determined to keep his promise to Joseph’s orphans and give him a proper burial, Paul searched the grave where dozens were buried. Flies buzzed. Maggots burrowed into the eye-sockets of the nine months’ fallen patriots. Mouldering flesh and matted hair cleaved tenuously to shattered skulls. His gorge rose. He covered his nose and mouth. How would he ever recognise his friend amongst so many?

             His thoughts wandered to a day long-past.   

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            “Remarkable, Master Revere.” Joseph studied his smiling reflection. 

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            Sunlight glinted off a bit of copper in a corpse’s mouth. Paul gasped. 

            “My dental work. It is General Joseph Warren.”      

            

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6 June 2014

Published June 4, 2014 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Poetic Musing

Word Count: 95

NORTH STUDIO

He left delicate strokes of life

On rice paper.

Katsushika Hokusai embraced age,

Unshaken by his advancing years.

Seas swirled beneath his skillful fingers

As the eternal mountain loomed ahead.

Infinite wisdom rippled from the artist’s hand.

 

Here is her life.

Once young and wasteful,

Kishiko lights a candle.

Undimmed eyes stare into velvet darkness.

Sixty years flow behind her

As brilliant pathways loom ahead.

I am the artist.

 

Here is my life.

On the path,

Kindled by passion

Unafraid of the future.

Strength in my arms

And excitement in my steps,

I am Kishiko. 

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Hokusai had a long career, but he produced most of his important work after age 60. I find great comfort in this. To learn more about the prolific artist, click here.

30 May 2014

Published May 28, 2014 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Literary Fiction

Word Count: 100

POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE

            “We’re graduated,” said Diane cradling her diploma. “Let’s go celebrate.”

            “Not tonight, Miss Valedictorian,” I said. “I’m bushed.”

            “Aw, Mike, don’t be such a stick-in-the-mud.”

            “Tomorrow.”

            “Now.”           

            A sucker for her sweet pout, I gave in. Four other kids piled into my jalopy. I hung my tassel on the rearview mirror and stepped on the gas. With youthful abandon we laughed at nothing and everything. We owned the future.

            “It wasn’t your fault, son,” said the police after the inquest. “The guy who t-boned you was three sheets to the wind.”

            “I’ll tell Diane next time I visit her grave.”    

23 May 2014

Published May 21, 2014 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Literary Fiction

Word Count: 100

AFTER THE WORSE

            “Cheryl, I want a divorce,” he said.

            “I just need more time.”

            “I can’t do this anymore.”   

             After David left I found a grief website where I met Keith who’d also lost a baby to SIDS.

            “My wife blamed me, Julie.”

            “She was in pain, Keith. She didn’t mean it.”

            “How do you know?”

            “Trust me.”

            We never shared photos, but our conversations grew more intimate. In time we agreed to meet in a nearby park.

            As the fog lifts I see my true love for the first time. His tear-filled brown eyes engulf me.

            “David?”

            “I love you, Cheryl.” 

16 May 2014

Published May 14, 2014 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Literary Fiction

Word Count: 100

TO THE SHEARING

            My seventh-grade social studies teacher strode the aisles like a stalking tiger.

            “If Seventeen Magazine told you to, you kids would hang beach balls around your necks and dangle pop cans from your ears.”  

            I squirmed in my striped mini dress that varied only in color from seven others in the room.

            “What’s wrong with wanting to fit in?” I asked.

            “You know anything about lemmings?”

            “Good in pie topped with meringue,” whispered the boy behind me.

            My teacher extended his arm, hand straight, palm down and shouted, “Turn in your textbooks to page 245, ‘The Indoctrination of Hitler Youth.’”

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My story this week is dedicated to my 7th and 8th grade social studies teacher, Kevin McShane.  Thank you, Mr. McShane for words of wisdom that have guided me through life. 

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9 May 2014

Published May 7, 2014 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Hysterical Faction

Word Count: 100

CLEANUP IN AISLE FIVE

            Through hours of research I’d found the perfect subject for my weekly flash fiction—a family’s battle over wealth with a tragic end.

            I posted it to good reviews. But months later, a venomous barrage of remarks sent shockwaves through my world.

            “I hate your writing, you ignorant slut. It’s all lies. My father was murdered.”

            “I’d take down the post,” said a friend. “But don’t let her anger rent space in your head.”

            I learned that day about the power of friendship. I also learned when fictionalizing recent events, it’s best to change real names to protect the guilty.

             

2 May 2014

Published April 30, 2014 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

ALL THAT WAS LEFT OF THEM

            “Tell me about the glorious charge of the Light Brigade, Grandpa.”

             “Ah, Tennyson,” said my grandfather with a mischievous twinkle in his faded green eyes. “School?”

            “I have to write a report about the poem.”  

            “‘Cannon to the right…cannon to the left’…tommyrot!  Real valley of death was that bloomin’ pestilential hospital.”

            “But you were wounded. A hero.”

            “Poppycock! We just did what we were told. The true hero was the angel who cared for us. The lady with the lamp, we called her.”

            “What happened to her?”

             “For all her troubles, she contracted Crimean fever and is a homebound invalid.” 

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