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23 October 2020

Published October 21, 2020 by rochellewisoff

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PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


This week marks my 8th anniversary as Friday Fictioneers facilitator and my 5th anniversary as a retired sign maker/cake decorator. So I’m taking the liberty of sharing a twofer. 

Genre: Hysterical Faction

Word Count: 100


My coworker and best friend was fired for saying, of all things, “Hunky Dory.” Her flippant reply to my “How’s your day going?”  at her register. I kid you not. The charge was “sarcasm to a customer and, therefore, misconduct.” Seriously?

The company’s plan to purge the “old folks” put a target on my back, too.

At an emotional low I joined Friday Fictioneers. I tried it. I loved it. By October 24, I inherited the blog challenge.

Eight years later, my friend’s victorious lawsuit is a story we retell with glee. Friday Fictioneers? Yep, I’m still steering the bus.

It’s still hunky dory with us.


I ran out words to tell you my friend was fired March 7, 2012 and I joined Friday Fictioneers a month later on April 12.


Now for the second go around as promised. 😉 I posted this 24 October 2012, after inheriting Friday Fictioneers from creator Madison Woods. This was the only time I didn’t title my post with the date. I was told by a fictioneer that it was too confusing for me to post my title because it gave the impression that my title was part of the prompt. I complied and never saw her again. Go figure. There are some fictioneers who stuck with me, even though they were here before me. You know who you are. 😉 If I list them I’m bound to leave someone out. At any rate here’s my first story as facilitator. Same photo prompt. 

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100


A stunning contradiction of cropped black hair, bronzed skin and sea foam blue eyes, Aggie McKewen’s face reflected her Inuit and Scottish parentage.

Keith, who worked at his uncle’s café in Seward County, Alaska, longed to speak to her but didn’t know sign language and she was fencepost deaf.  Every Saturday he served her grilled salmon in shy silence.

After six weeks of night classes he felt ready to declare himself and asked her out.

With a voiceless giggle she snatched his pen and order pad. There she wrote, “I’d love to but why did you call me a tampon?”

Weekend Writing Prompt – Heather

Published October 4, 2020 by rochellewisoff

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in Sammi’s comment section. 

Although this isn’t a true story, per se, it’s a reality for too many. 


Lucky white heather in her bouquet,

She approaches her Prince Charming

And links her fingers with his

Never dreaming that loving hand

Will viciously end her life.

1 May 2020

Published April 29, 2020 by rochellewisoff

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Genre: Romance

Word Count: 100


The four-tiered cake, a culinary masterpiece dripping with elegant flowers graced the table—untouched.

Gretchen stared out the window. “It’s not supposed to be like this.”

What happened to Jared? Why would he abandon her?

Outside a man banged on the door. Dripping hair hung in his dirty face.

Perfect ending to a perfectly horrid day. Damned vagrant.

“Go away!” She hollered.

“Gretchen, please.”

Her stomach flipflopped. He stumbled through the doorway, spattering her Gucci gown.  

“Engine blew—” he sputtered between muddy kisses “—nearly drowned—hiked from—Good God, I love you.”

“Shut up and marry me now.”




Thanks to Dale for permission to render her beautiful photo. Prints and note cards available. 😉


Not four tiered but one of my favorite cakes from my decorating days.


22 March 2019

Published March 20, 2019 by rochellewisoff

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson


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Genre: Historical Fiction circa 1950

Word Count: 100


Eighteen-year-old Tammy set the cake on the table. “Seventy-five candles, Grammy.”  

Phoebe blew with all her might. “Wish James was here to celebrate with us.” Winded, she leaned back and shut her eyes. “We met in 1893. I was your age.


“May I sit here, Miss?”

Phoebe gazed into his startling blue eyes. “Certainly.”

“Think this contraption is safe?”

From their car at the top of the observation wheel, an unheard of 264 feet, she took in the whole fair. Heart pounding, she grasped his hand. He squeezed hers.


Tammy squeezed Phoebe’s stiff hand. “Give Gramps a kiss for me.”


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The original Ferris Wheel at the Chicago Worlds Fair in 1893


Published December 8, 2016 by rochellewisoff
PHOTO PTOMPT © Lucy Fridkin

PHOTO PROMPT © Lucy Fridkin

This is an absolute first for me! I’ve never posted a second Friday Fictioneers story. However, after reading Kent Bonham’s STOOD UP? and the ensuing comments between readers and author, it seemed to cry out for the other side of the story. Maybe it’s all those plummy Hallmark channel holiday movies, but here’s my take.

Genre: Romantic Fiction

Word Count: 100


            John came into the café at least twice a week. Julie looked forward to his wit and comfortable repartee.  

            He checked his watch for the fifth time. The disappointment in his eyes made Julie ache as she poured his water.

            “Perhaps she got hung up in traffic.”

            “Nah. Stood up again.”

            Maybe there was something she could do after all—for both of them. Heart pounding, Julie made an excuse about her shift ending and dashed to the back room to change.

            John’s mouth dropped when she returned and squeezed his hand. “Sorry, I’m late. I had to work.”



Published October 11, 2012 by rochellewisoff

As I post my latest Friday Fictioneer’s story it’s Friday Eve. That’s Thursday in some parts of the world.  For other stories from our growing global community click here.  You’ll find a wealth of  one hundred word stories inspired by this single photograph from Jan Morrill.

Summer 1969, an American sailor stationed in Greece, I went on leave to Santorini.

In Pyrgos, I met sable-eyed Melina.

We drank each other. Her fragrant breasts welcomed me home.

“Marry me,” I whispered.

“I can’t.”

After that I never saw her again.

Summer 2010, I returned to Pyrgos.

On the street I stopped a silver-haired woman. “Melina Dimitri? Do you know her?”


“I love her.”

“Impossible! She was my great-grandmother. Died in childbirth in 1846. Here she is with my great-grandfather.”

When the woman flipped out a daguerreotype I gasped at the youthful images of Melina and…me

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