You Never Listen to Me: Fiction Friday

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

Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

You Never Listen to Me

While Angie transferred clothes from the washer to the dryer, Charlie was in the other room saying something. She asked him to repeat himself. He got offended.

When Angie vacuumed or fed papers through the shredder, she could hear Charlie’s voice but couldn’t understand him. He pouted when she explained she couldn’t hear him over the machines.

“You never listen to me,” Charlie complained.

He expected her to hover within conversation range while he showered. Saturday night, the sounds of the shower water and his own voice prevented Charlie from hearing the front door close and Angie driving away.

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This week’s photo is by our hard-working Friday Fictioneer host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Check out Rochelle’s story Lack of Vision.

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Right or Wrong (2): Fiction Friday

The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo. I wrote this version with a different ending due to a comment from a fellow Friday Fictioneer writer, Granonine. The first version of Right or Wrong here.

Photo copyright CE Ayr

Photo copyright CE Ayr

Right or Wrong (2)

“This wasn’t here last time!” Trina exclaimed. The boulder blocked their path.

Trudy rolled her eyes at her younger, twin sister.

“Maybe it fell out of the sky?” Trina guessed.

“Boulders don’t just come out of nowhere!” Trudy objected.

Trina defended herself, “Just because you are 12 minutes older than me doesn’t make you always right about everything!”

A loud, whooshing sound caused them to look up. Another boulder plunged towards them, crashing into Trudy, killing her instantly.

Finally Trina spoke, “See? I was right all along. Boulders do fall out of the sky. Told you so!”

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This week’s photograph is by C.E. Ayr, also a Friday Fictioneer writer. Check out C.E.’s story: Love.

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Right or Wrong: Fiction Friday

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

FF 157 CE Ayr

Photo copyright C.E. Ayr

Right or Wrong

“This wasn’t here last time!” Trina exclaimed. The boulder blocked their path.

Trudy rolled her eyes at her younger, twin sister.

“Maybe it fell out of the sky?” Trina guessed.

“Boulders don’t just come out of nowhere!” Trudy objected.

Trina defended herself, “Just because you are 12 minutes older than me doesn’t make you always right about everything!”

A loud, whooshing sound caused them to look up. Another boulder plunged towards them, crashing into Trina, killing her.

Finally Trudy acquiesced, “Well, sis, you were right. I was wrong. Boulders do fall out of the sky. Who knew?”

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I wrote a second version of this story, based on a comment from my fellow Friday Fictioneer writer, Granonine. Read the second version of Right or Wrong here.

This week’s photograph is by C.E. Ayr, also a Friday Fictioneer writer. Check out C.E.’s story: Love.

To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.

An Enchanted Charm: Fiction Friday

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

FF 156 Dale Rogerson

Photo copyright Dale Rogerson

An Enchanted Charm

Isabelle returned from vacation to a new org chart, a new assignment. In her absence they moved her desk to the basement. Until the project started, they told her, she could “get things ready.”

Her new work space was in a storage room behind a security lock; only a few people had entry access. She brought in flowers from her garden. In the comfort of the forced isolation, Isabelle completed the required research.

The project started: people everywhere, deadlines looming, phones ringing. Isabelle brought flowers every week, considering them an enchanted charm, protecting her from the imposed insanity around her.

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The photo is by Dale Rogerson, also a Friday Fictioneer writer. Check out Dale’s story, Too Little, Too Late.

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What’s So Funny?: Fiction Friday

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

FF 155 J Hardy Carroll

Photo copyright J Hardy Carroll

What’s So Funny?

Andy saw a man stumbling towards the shelter. It happens every season: a bear comes into a camp, challenging the human for his food. The camper abandons everything, runs through the forest, splashes across the creek, and, if lucky enough, finds the trail shelter.

“Not to worry,” Andy assures him, “here’s a quarter.”

Andy watched as the man stared at the wall phone, failing to recall even one complete phone number, realizing that his smart phone with quite an extensive contact list was last seen crushed under a bear’s butt.

It wasn’t funny, Andy knew, but he laughed anyway.

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The photograph is week is from J Hardy Carroll who is also a Friday Fictioneer writer. Check out J Hardy Carroll’s story “When” here.

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