The Boy Next Door: Fiction Friday

The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo. Mine is just a wee bit late this week, as I was out and about for several days on a field trip.

Photo copyright CE Ayr

Photo copyright CE Ayr

The Boy Next Door

“I don’t like him coming here.” Jiang looked out the window at his garden, his pride and joy.

A new family had moved in next door and their son, Ying, roamed about the neighborhood, causing mischief.

“He’ll find playmates and then we won’t see him at all.” Kwan kissed her husband. “Time to go.”

Kwan and Jiang returned home late from the festivities. The morning’s light showed the trees’ reflection on the still water, something Jiang had never seen before.

In disbelief, he rushed outside, splashing about, wondering just how the creek’s water had been diverted to his garden.

“YING!”

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

Labyrinth of Light: Fiction Friday

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

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Photo copyright Roger Bultot

Labyrinth of Light

In her dream, Janice stood on the staircase landing in total darkness, paralyzed by fear. This reflected her waking life, where she lived each day in crisis, afraid of making bad choices.

She found an internet article on lucid dreams. Before going to sleep that night, Janice meditated, persuading herself to find the courage to step off the landing.

A labyrinth of light appeared in her dream, its pathways leading away from her self-inflicted paralysis. Janice descended the staircase, going outside into the night. Stars greeted her, beckoning her to follow them into the unknown as they light her way.

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

A Room of One’s Own

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

Photo copyright Shaktiki Sharma

Photo copyright Shaktiki Sharma

A Room of One’s Own

“Why would anyone build a round room out back?” Don looked at his wife, Yvonne, in the arched doorway. “I’m not spending the money to repair this place. You won’t find me stepping foot in here.” Yvonne watched Don return to the house. She had hated the thought of moving here, away from her family, but tradition dictated that the wife follow the husband.

She ran her hands over the stone mills, imagining the women before her, finding refuge as they ground their flour. Yvonne gave thanks to whoever built this place that soon would be hers and hers alone.

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

Quilt Dreams: Fiction Friday

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

Photo copyright Sandra Crook

Photo copyright Sandra Crook

Quilt Dreams

She dreamed the patterns and colors; later, she sewed. Carlene never knew who the quilts were for until she finished them. The quilts celebrated many events: births, rites of passage, marriages. Occasionally they comforted someone close to the end of their life.

Earthtones in diamond shapes swirled and twirled in the quilt she’d finish today. Tonight her dream would tell her who would be the recipient, and why.

Carlene slow to awaken. It was the mirror who reminded her of her dream. This would be the last quilt she’d ever make, and it was for her, in her last days.

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

Right and Wrong: Fiction Friday

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

Photo copyright Vijaya Sundaram

Photo copyright Vijaya Sundaram

Right and Wrong

“Why are you upset?” Amy reached for Earl’s hand. “Just because I see something you don’t doesn’t make me wrong.”

Earl avoided her touch. “Yes, it does. I’m always right. Aliens do not exist!”

As if on cue, a flotilla of brightly lit, tiny spaceships descended in their yard. Amy ran outside to greet them. “I told you they’d return!” The spaceships surrounded Amy, swirling.

Earl refused to be convinced. “Fireflies!”

A shimmering net enveloped Amy, lifting her into the sky as the spaceships flew away in formation.

Earl screamed at Amy as she disappeared.“Fireflies, I tell you, just fireflies!”

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