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

Just Like They Said

It was an old wives’ tale; something grandmothers told children to scare them when they were misbehaving. That’s what they said.

The pier hadn’t been there yesterday. This morning it reached out to the middle of the lake. An omen, they said, of an untimely death, a broken heart, lives undone.

The constable at Irene’s door surprised her; his news shocked her. Her son, an accident during the school field trip. Nothing they could do.

She dove off the pier, never to resurface. In the morning, all the water lilies would be blooming, the pier gone.  Just like they said. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Photo copyright C. E. Ayr

I Got You, Babe

Keith loved art, especially other people’s art. He stole several small, valuable items from the Chateau de Sable. (He wondered about people who name their houses.) Back in the car, he turned on his phone. Immediately, the ringtone “I got you, babe!” chimed. His date from the previous night, Hazel, was calling.

“Babe,” he answered, “I’m at work. I’ll call you back.”

“Actually, now’s a good time to talk. I’m here.”

She walked up to his window. He was surprised to see her wearing a badge and gun. Detective Hazel Stoddard greeted him: “I got you, babe. You’re under arrest.”
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The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.

Photo copyright Melanie Greenwood

Wild Blue Yonder

“Isn’t she a beauty?” Danny sat down next to Marlena.

She looked out the window at the private jet. “Yes, she is.”

“How do you like being the pilot?” Without waiting for an answer, Danny continued, “Myself, I love to fly. Each trip is an adventure into the wild blue yonder. Blue is my favorite color.”

“No kidding.”

Danny checked his watch. “Yippee! It’s time to board.” He picked up his bags, ran out of the lounge yelling, “Dibs on shotgun!”

“You don’t have to call ‘shotgun,’ Danny, ” Marlena sighed as she walked to the plane. “You are the co-pilot!”
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