Boys In A Boat: Fiction Friday

The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo. This summer is featuring some photos that have been previously used. This was my 36th Friday Fictioneer story (January 2015).

Photo copyright Georgia Koch

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

Seasons Change: Fiction Friday

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

FF 109 Janet Webb

Photo copyright Janet Webb

Seasons Change

Sienna remembered finding her first wasp nest, amazed to discover it was made of paper, which was itself made of wood. Her young imagination opened to a world of chemistry.

The nests were sturdy but built for only one season. She learned that lesson many times in her scientific career as well as her personal life: some things were short-lived, but in their own moment strong, beautiful.

Retirement awaited her just outside the lab door. Picking up the wasp nest from her desk, Sienna thought it an accurate life symbol: seasons change. It was time for her to move on.

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

The Quest

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

FF 108 Adam Ickes

Photo copyright Adam Ickes

The Quest

Sir Duncan eyed the pier, the last leg of the dangerous quest. It was his mission – and his alone – to deliver the magic potion to the queen. He would not fail.

He sprinted, unsurprised by the appearance of the Kraken, its appendages smashing down, raining water as if from a hurricane. His heart beat fast as he darted hither and yon, avoiding the crushing blows. He fought off the cephalopod, leaving the empty-handed monster behind.

Sir Duncan knelt before the queen. “Your sunscreen, m’lady.”

Angela smiled as her son jumped in the lake, ready to battle the Loch Ness monster.

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

Some Explaining To Do: Fiction Friday

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

FF 107 Ted Strutz

Photo copyright Ted Strutz

Some Explaining To Do

Meg wondered what surprise Eric left for her this time; he constantly played tricks on her, trying to get her fired. She climbed the ladder to clean the uppermost shelves. Her shoe stuck to the step a bit. In trying to get it loose, she lost her balance, falling. Broken glass and a dead body waited for the first shift.

The police sergeant noticed the gum on her shoe and its counterpart on the ladder step, wondering what it had to do with Meg falling.

DNA testing would pinpoint the gum’s owner. Soon, Eric would have some explaining to do.
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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.

Could Be Worse: Fiction Friday

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

FF 106 Janet M Webb s

Photo copyright Janet M Webb

Could Be Worse

Michelle couldn’t believe her eyes. She’d been inside all day working overtime on a Saturday in the office building’s basement, alone. Insulated from sound and without any windows, she had no idea the storm arrived, depositing flash-flood level rains.

She’d just have to wait until the waters receded. She sighed, Saturday night at the office? How pathetic!

She retreated to the break room. Still, she thought, it could be worse. I hate getting my shoes wet. She noticed the vending machines were full, having been restocked Friday afternoon. “Orange Hostess Cupcakes in slot B-13,” she squealed in delight, “my favorite!”

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