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Friday Fiction: Off and On

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Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Ted Strutz

Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Ted Strutz

Off and On

“I can do it!” Nine-year-old Morris was adamant. “Okay, Pipsqueak,” his uncle said, “get the extension cord from the house.”

Morris leapt up and ran inside to the hall closet, removing the extension cord from the ironing board. Running back to the shed, he repeated his uncle’s instructions for the switches with each step: Off, Off, On. Off, Off, On. He’d show his uncle what a good helper he was.

Morris stumbled, picked himself up and continued: On, Off, On. On, Off, On. Morris arrived at the wall with the outlet. Off, On, On. Or was it On, On, Off?

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Fiction Friday: Boys in a Boat

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Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Georgia Koch

Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Georgia Koch

Boys in a Boat

Cousins Tom and Jerry sprinted as soon as they saw the boat.

“Just like Venice!” Jerry cried. “A gondola!” Tom shouted.

They had only a moment before their families, gathered for a picnic, caught up to them. Shoving the boat into the canal, they jumped in and pushed away from the dock.

Their timing was perfect.

Cresting the bridge, their families stopped and focused their attention on the boys in full serenade mode in the middle of the canal.

Shaking their heads, everyone continued on, unfazed at the sight of two boys standing in a boat filling with water, sinking.

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Fiction Friday: Soup Spoons

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

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Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Copyright Jan Wayne Fields

Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Copyright Jan Wayne Fields

Soup Spoons

Tim started setting the table on Monday. That’s when he noticed he didn’t have any soup spoons. The bus ride to Crate and Barrel took over an hour each way. While arranging his shiny, new spoons, he discovered his plates and bowls were chipped. Next day, back to the store for a whole new dinnerware set. Two days later: napkins, goblets and flatware.

Friday evening he surveyed his new, complete table setting. He was ready for his guests. His phone rang: “Dude,” Rod said, “about dinner tonight. We stopped at George’s and we’re having pizza. Wanna come over here instead?”

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Fiction Friday: A New Direction

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

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Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Jean L Hays

Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Jean L Hays

A New Direction

Marcy was numb from the announcement that the parent company was closing her division, going in “a new direction.” In three short weeks she went from employed to invisible.

She looked up, frozen on the sidewalk. Stupid sign, Marcy thought. US Route 66 was just a memory. Take another way to Texas, or California. Can’t they let go of something that didn’t exist anymore?

Her thoughts echoed back, as if bouncing off the signs. She looked up again; saw Begin. She heard her own words. Take another way. Let go of what didn’t exist anymore.

She stepped forward, and began.

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Friday Fiction: First Friday

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Instead of a new photo prompt this week, the Friday Fictioneer group extended the time frame for last week’s photo to two weeks due to the holidays. But I still wanted to write a new story for my Fiction Friday series, so I chose two of my own photos for my story. Enjoy!

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A group of seven birds sitting in a tree without leaves; it's winter

First Friday Night

— Where are we? I mean, what is this place?

— Don’t start with me, Sam. You know the rules: The first Friday of each month we choose a new place to check out.

— Yeah, but, I didn’t know we would be eating outdoors in the middle of winter. It’s cold.

— We’re birds, Sam, we eat outdoors every day, every season.

— Yeah, but, sometimes we find feeders with suet. This is, like, out in the middle of nowhere. And no suet in sight. Are there hawks? I bet there are hawks here.

— Sam, do you see any hawks? No hawks; now shut up. Look, there’s the server. Get ready to swoop down as soon as she leaves the food on the table.

— Okay, everyone, NOW!

Birds eating on a picnic table

Room for everyone


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