Goodie Bags

Thanksgiving was good: an extended family gathering at a nephew’s. He and his wife did all the heavy cooking (and cleaning), while the rest of us brought side dishes, salads, desserts, and drinks.

Goodie Bags from Bella s
The best part was the Goodie Bags that our great-niece Bella gave us. She had a sign-in sheet for everyone to be sure we got our specific bag. Each one was uniquely decorated and had our names on them. We sent her a hand-written thank you card.

That’s us: Ant Tchrisha and Uncel Brucel. I’m keeping these; they are priceless. (The candy inside was pretty good, too.)

Jurassic Park:Fiction Friday

The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Photo copyright Roget Bultot

Photo copyright Roger Bultot

Jurassic Park

“Something big is alive on the other side,” Stevie whispered, ear against the door.

“Alive?” Martin didn’t believe him, but wanted to.

“Wild animals, roaming loose, just like in the history holograms.”

“Ridiculous! There haven’t been any wild animals in centuries.” Martin looked back, taking comfort in the sight of all things familiar: glass, concrete, pavement.

Before Martin could protest, Stevie yanked open both doors only to have their worst nightmare come true: something jumped out at them. They ran, screams obscuring the soft chirping of the cricket as it righted itself on the concrete after bouncing off Stevie’s nose.
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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.