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Jury Duty

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Story #20 for Story A Day Challenge May 2016 and doing double duty as my Friday Fictioneer Challenge 100-word story

FF 97 J Hardy Carroll

Photo copyright J Hardy Carroll

Jury Duty

“I hear this new judge is a pushover.” Doug leaned towards the little gray haired old lady sitting next to him. “Not like the one who just retired. She was mean to everyone, I hear. Her nickname isn’t something I can repeat to a lady such as you. I have a plan on just how crazy to act so I won’t get chosen for jury duty. How about you?”

“I don’t have a plan,” she replied. “It’s my first time being called for jury duty, but I don’t think they’ll choose me.”

“Why’s that?”

“I’m the judge who just retired.”
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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.

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For a special treat, check out the Friday Fictioneer story by the photographer of this week’s prompt: J Hardy Carroll.

So Sensitive

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Story #13 for Story A Day Challenge May 2016 as well as my Friday Fictioneer Challenge entry.

Photo by C E Ayr

Photo by C E Ayr

So Sensitive

“Look, little brother is blue again.”

“What’s wrong this time?”

“He thinks the Broadway Building is looking down at him.”

“He is looking down at him. We are all looking down at him. We’re tall and slender and he’s short and fat.”

“Well, he better get used to it. We’re not going anywhere.”

“Give him a break. He didn’t choose his architect any more than we chose ours. He’ll come around.”

“He’s already round. Get it? Get it?” [Snicker]

“Besides, he can’t help it that they made him glow.”

“All this touchy-feely stuff, bah! These youngsters are just so sensitive.”
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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.

For a special treat, here is the story by the photographer, C. E. Ayr, also a Friday Fictioneer writer.
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Suffering: Fiction Friday

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Story #06 for the Story A Day Challenge May 2016 and doubling up, as well, for the Friday Fictioneer Challenge.

Photo copyright Roger Bultot

Photo copyright Roger Bultot

Suffering

The room was small and dark. The radiator clinked and clanked without emitting much heat.

“Good,” Sean thought, unpacking. (His real name was John but he thought it too prosaic. Easier to brood as Sean.) He was A Writer and was here To Work.

“I will suffer for my art, just like the great 19th century writers.” (His suffering was temporary and self-imposed. His parents were quite wealthy.) “When everything is perfect, I will start writing.”

Night fell. He’d never been anywhere so quiet, so secluded.

Sean looked at his phone. “I’m lonely. Maybe just a couple of phone calls …”
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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.

The Great Flood: Fiction Friday

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

Photo copyright Mary Shipman

Photo copyright Mary Shipman

The Great Flood

“I remember it like it was yesterday.”

Jamie sighed. Here we go again. The Great Flood of ’16. She could have told the story herself even though it happened before she was born.

Grandma settled into a rhythm. “No place to go. Gators washed out of the bayous into the neighborhoods, rattlesnakes hanging from trees, sometimes bodies floating by.

Afterwards, it got worse. The heat, the smell. No electricity. We lived in one room for months. Hung our clothes from the ceiling to dry.”

Her voice cracked. “I tried, but I couldn’t save him.” Grandma still missed her dog, Blue.

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

For a special treat, check out Dawn’s story. She wrote hers in verse for April Poetry Month.

First Step Forward: Fiction Friday

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

Photo copyright Kent Bonham

Photo copyright Kent Bonham

First Step Forward

Not everyone could see the book; it chose its audience with care, inviting only those struggling to find their way into and through the world. Once seen, there was no escape: it required two pages of art from each person.

In completing the task, they discovered the demand was really a gift: a glimpse of a future where art was inevitable, achievable. This was their first step forward.

Coming around the corner, a young girl hesitated when she spotted the book. A breeze drifted through the garden, tossing the pages to display two blank sheets, beckoning the creator within her.
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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.