January 15th. Seventy-one degrees. Too hot.
January Fifteenth
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What Happened?
Surely there is some way I can work this door into a crime/mystery story.
What happened?
Thursday is for doors over at Norm 2.0.
Suffering: Fiction Friday
Story #06 for the Story A Day Challenge May 2016 and doubling up, as well, for the Friday Fictioneer Challenge.
Photo copyright Roger Bultot
Suffering
The room was small and dark. The radiator clinked and clanked without emitting much heat.
“Good,” Sean thought, unpacking. (His real name was John but he thought it too prosaic. Easier to brood as Sean.) He was A Writer and was here To Work.
“I will suffer for my art, just like the great 19th century writers.” (His suffering was temporary and self-imposed. His parents were quite wealthy.) “When everything is perfect, I will start writing.”
Night fell. He’d never been anywhere so quiet, so secluded.
Sean looked at his phone. “I’m lonely. Maybe just a couple of phone calls …”
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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.
Four Pens
Selecting from the display
Ball points, rollerballs, even gels
Writing haikus on butcher paper
Sampling the viscosity
Pink, blue, purple, white
New pens are fun
What to write, what to draw? So many possibilities!
Fiction Friday: Soup Spoons
Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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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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