Black Lightning: Fiction Friday

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

Photo copyright Sandra Crook

Photo copyright Sandra Crook

Black Lightning

Shrugging on her black leather jacket, Molly saw her reflection in the mirror: wrinkles and laugh lines on her face, framed by roils of grey hair. The red mane of her youth that had given rise to her nickname, Red Molly, was long gone.

Twenty years as governor was enough. She smiled as she put on her helmet, straddling her motorcycle, a 1952 Vincent Black Lightning. Riding it kept her sane though it all, reminding her of the strength of simplicity.

Molly left an envelope for her successor with only one piece of advice inside: Buy a motorcycle and ride.

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When I saw the motorcycle in the photo, I thought of Richard Thompson’s song, 1952 Vincent Black Lightning.

The photographer, Sandra Crook, is a Friday Fictioneer writer. Check out her story.

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A Lot of Explaining To Do: Fiction Friday

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

Photo copyright Liz Young

Photo copyright Liz Young

A Lot of Explaining To Do

Janet ran after her dog, Cricket, after he pulled the leash from her grasp. She followed him to a small clearing, found him circling a tree, a squirrel objecting noisily from the safety of a high branch.

Picking up the leash, she noticed the headstone and walked over to read its inscription. The name was exactly like hers. The woman’s death date was Janet’s birth date.

Experiencing a moment of lightheadedness, Janet dropped to her knees. Cricket whimpered.

Who was this woman? All she knew is that when she got home, her grandparents had a lot of explaining to do.
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For this story, I started out with the idea of someone coming across a headstone with a name exactly like theirs on it.

Travelling Light: Fiction Friday

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

Photo copyright Magaly Guerrero

Photo copyright Magaly Guerrero

Travelling Light

Sharon refused to travel without her dictionary and art reference tome. She learned the hard way (Is there any other way?) just how much she could easily carry. She narrowed it down to one small suitcase and a book bag.

She asked herself : The goal in life is to live it fully, right? And not to just sit on the couch watching travel shows? The memories made travelling were worth so much more to her than possessions. That lesson was easy. There was only one more change to make before her next trip: those stupid shoes had to go.

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

I started out with the words “those stupid shoes” and the idea that no matter how cute the shoes were, they were a terrible choice for travelling.

Dinner for Two: Fiction Friday

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

Photo copyright Dale Rogerson

Photo copyright Dale Rogerson

Dinner for Two

When Mark suggested eating in, Beverly looked forward to some time together. Turns out he had invited some friends over. They watched the baseball game on TV, crowding her off the couch. While they dissected each call, she sat apart sipping the wine she brought along for their dinner date and ate some pizza.

After his friends left, Mark asked her to stay over. The snoring from the living room informed her he fell asleep on the couch while she undressed.

Getting ready to leave (and not return), Beverly put her watch back on, wondering where the time had gone.

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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog. There are 15 stories already posted as I create this post Wednesday morning (and schedule it for Friday morning).

Sometimes when I write a story, I start at the end. When I looked at this photo, the line “she put her watch back on” came to me and that’s where I started for this week’s story.

Out of Sorts: Fiction Friday

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

FF 139 Jellico's Stationhouse

Photo copyright Jellico’s Stationhouse

Out of Sorts

Merv had felt out of sorts for days. Not feeling himself, as his grandfather would have said. He tried to laugh it off. “Well,” he mused, “if I’m not myself, who is?”

Sometimes he thought someone was following him but anytime he turned around to look, no one was there. Still, he couldn’t quite shake the feeling he was being watched.

As Merv left the pub to pedal home, his silhouette waited only a moment before mounting its own shadowy bicycle to follow, knowing there was nothing Merv could have done to prevent the outcome of their last ride together.

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As I schedule this story to post Friday morning, there are already 48 stories linked to the main page. To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.