Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Photo copyright Ron Pruitt

How I Met Your Mother

“Tell me again how you met Mommie.” Chad climbed into his dad’s lap.

“The bus,” Sam said, wrapping Chad in his arms, “was almost full when your mother got on. She sat down, looked at me and laughed.

We talked and talked. I got off the bus in Granbury, but she was traveling to Dallas. I sat in the station, heartbroken, alone. Someone came and stood in front of me. I looked up. She was smiling, holding out her hand. I gave her mine.”
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The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Waiting for Dawn

Tom looked at the clock and groaned: 3:18 a.m. No sleep tonight. Again. Sleeping in hotels – or trying to sleep in hotels – just didn’t work for him. Too many lights that couldn’t be blocked out, too many noises that couldn’t be softened.

He got up and looked out the window. A busy world existed in the night’s darkness, he knew, just outside the light’s reach, just outside his reach. He acknowledged it, but didn’t understand it, didn’t want any part of it.

Getting back in bed, Tom pulled the covers up. 3:23 a.m. Closing his eyes, he waited for dawn.
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The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Photo copyright Marie Gail Stratford

Sounds of Silence

“Hey, Mouse! Cat got your tongue and your tail?” The Twin Speakers snickered.

Oh, joy, thought Mouse, Tweedledee and Tweedledum. “There’s nothing wrong with me; not every connection do you have to see. I’ll have you know wireless is the way to go.”

“Oh, a poet and didn’t know it!” the Twin Speakers said in unison, laughing, almost falling over.

Mouse sighed. He scooched his pointer over to the bottom right of the screen, resting it on top of the speaker icon. Two clicks later, the Twin Speakers were muted.

The sounds of silence, Mouse thought. Music to my ears.
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The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Photo copyright The Reclining Gentleman

Clueless in Philadelphia

Sitting at the corner, Gerry stared at the barricades blocking his normal route to work. He’d overslept and taking a detour would make him even later. Deciding to chance it, he drove around the barricade.

Halfway across the bridge, Gerry looked in his rear view mirror and saw a long line of bright lights, mostly police vehicles.

Two motorcycle officers pulled up beside him, lights flashing, escorting him until he was off the bridge. They motioned for him to pull over.

Gerry rolled down his window. “What’s all the fuss, officer? It’s not like the pope was coming to visit.”
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In honor of Pope Francis visiting the United States in 2015.

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