WELCOME TO FRIDAY FICTIONEERS

For me this week marks a significant anniversary. One year ago, Madison Woods passed the FF baton on to me. It’s sometimes been a wild ride. I’m particularly thankful for the friends I’ve made. To read my transitional story click Ron Pruitt’s photo below. 

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***Now back to matters at hand. ***

As always, writers are encouraged to be as innovative as possible with the prompt and 100 word constraints.

Henry David Thoreau said it best.

“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.”

THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)

THE KEY:

Make every word count.

THE RULES:

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Rochelle

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Genre: Biographical Fiction

Word Count: 98

THE BEAT GOES ON

            “What’s the matter, Princess?”

            With his thumb Bob brushed a tear from Laura’s cheek.

            “I’m flunking kindergarten.”

            “Why?’

            “I don’t know howta skip.”

            “Can’t let that happen. Follow me.”

            Outside, in the driveway, he showed her how to hop from one foot to the other.

            Haltingly she followed his lead. Then he played a tune on his synthesizer, his recent invention, to accompany her.

            “Find your beat.” Gradually, he increased the tempo. 

            Her heart pounded with excitement. “Look at me! I’m skipping!”

            Historians remember Bob Moog as the Edison of electronic music. Laura remembers him, simply, as “Dad.”            

 

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