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

Photo copyright Jan Wayne Fields

On The Open Water

“Not the best weather,” the skipper said, casting off.

“It never is,” Rakel replied, tying her scarf. She chartered the boat for the whole day, was the only passenger. On the open water, the winds whipped away her words, blurred her memories. Everything sounded and looked the same, yet everything sounded and looked different. She decided the white-capped waves were like snowflakes: each one was unique.

They returned to port in the late afternoon. Rakel wondered if the winds would find her, returning her words and memories to her after she moved away, into the mountains. She hoped they would.
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The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.

Photo copyright Jan Marler Morrill

The Letter

Dominique moved to Old Town because it was all he could afford. The problem was the mail, or lack of it, really. His Nana wrote to him, once a week. (He was her favorite grandson.) Only the letters weren’t always delivered.

Complaining to the post office did no good. Old Town, they shrugged, maybe your door is too hard to find?

I’ll make it easy to find, Dominique decided. He painted his door and entryway blue. The next week, he was rewarded to find a lavender-scented envelope with old, slanted handwriting waiting for him: a letter from his beloved Nana.

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

Photo copyright Rich Voza

Just What Was Going On

“When does the sun finish rising?”

“Some days earlier, in the summer, some days later, in the winter. The moon, too, is different every day.”

Different every day? She wanted to believe her mother, but thought some independent verification was needed. Parents, Jenny learned in her eight and a half years, sometimes said silly things, things that weren’t always true. As soon as they got home from the airport, Jenny was going to turn on her computer and find out just what was going on. Tomorrow, she planned to get up before dawn to make sure this wasn’t a joke.
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