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The Letter: Friday Fiction

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

Photo copyright Jan Marler Morrill

Photo copyright Jan Marler Morrill

The Letter

Dominique moved to Old Town because it was all he could afford. The problem was the mail, or lack of it, really. His Nana wrote to him, once a week. (He was her favorite grandson.) Only the letters weren’t always delivered.

Complaining to the post office did no good. Old Town, they shrugged, maybe your door is too hard to find?

I’ll make it easy to find, Dominique decided. He painted his door and entryway blue. The next week, he was rewarded to find a lavender-scented envelope with old, slanted handwriting waiting for him: a letter from his beloved Nana.

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The Shootout: Fiction Friday

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

Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The Shootout

“Anything from Mrs. Kravitz?”

“Nothing. Everyone else on her street saw or heard the shootout but she saw absolutely nothing! She has these fancy-schmancy glazed windows blocking her view. Her husband had them installed, she told me, to keep her from being nosy. I don’t think she likes them.”

As the detectives drove away, the neighbors heard the sound of breaking glass. They had created a betting pool to see how long the glazed windows lasted with Gladys, who had made it her business to know everyone else’s business. Her neighbor from across the street, Darrin Stephens, won the pool.
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With thanks and apologies to Gladys Kravitz of Betwitched (1964-1972).
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Just What Was Going On: Fiction Friday

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

FF 102 Rich Voza

Photo copyright Rich Voza

Just What Was Going On

“When does the sun finish rising?”

“Some days earlier, in the summer, some days later, in the winter. The moon, too, is different every day.”

Different every day? She wanted to believe her mother, but thought some independent verification was needed. Parents, Jenny learned in her eight and a half years, sometimes said silly things, things that weren’t always true. As soon as they got home from the airport, Jenny was going to turn on her computer and find out just what was going on. Tomorrow, she planned to get up before dawn to make sure this wasn’t a joke.
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For How Long

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Fiction: For How Long

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A river full of memories

For How Long

Lilah’s favorite quote was “Do something today your future self will thank you for.” That’s how she talked Tina into taking kayaking lessons. “Everyone has to be doing something,” Lilah said. “Let’s make it something fun.” But Lilah died unexpectedly, unceremoniously, unmistakably.

This would be Tina’s first time on the water alone. No instructor, no classmates. She picked up the oar. The river was full and not to be fought against. Still, she made headway in her chosen direction. This isn’t how she envisioned it as they laughed at the idea of their newest adventure. But now Tina knew she could do it alone, she would do it alone – for as long as she had to.
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Wizard in the Wurlitzer

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

Photo copyright John Nixon

Photo copyright John Nixon

Wizard in the Wurlitzer

Wilbert woke up with a crick in his neck. He tried to rub his neck but found his hands stuck in between some strings.

Oh, no, not again. Where am I this time? Wilbert breathed deeply to calm himself. He opened his eyes. It was too dark to see anything. One thing he knew for sure, he was stuck. Those stupid dreams! Asleep, Wilbert the Wizard cast spells real enough to take effect, but they were always just a little bit off kilter.

He wriggled his legs, banging his knees against the keys. A piano? I’m stuck in a piano?
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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.

~~~ For a special treat, check out the Friday Fictioneer story, The Last Dance, by Louise Jensen over at Fabricating Fiction. 
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