Too Early? Fiction Friday

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

Photo copyright J Hardy Carroll

Photo copyright J Hardy Carroll

Too Early?

A little light shone through the broken shutters. Walking slowly towards the windows, Veronica stumbled over a lump of something. Please don’t be a dead person, she prayed, instantly religious.

Why did I think selling real estate was a good idea?

Doesn’t need much,” the owner said. She wondered if he was a political speech writer.

The shutter came off the hinges as she opened it. What it needs, Veronica decided, is a wrecking ball.

She wondered if it was too early to drop by the pub. A cigarette and a drink, that’s what I need. And a new job.

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Reality Check: Fiction Friday

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

Photo copyright Ted Strutz

Bottom of the Food Chain

In welding school, Tony imagined being on jobs like on the TV commercials: sitting on steel beams above the skyline, sparks flying, the building boom signaling a strong economy.

That didn’t happen. His assignments came from the bottom of the welding food chain: repair jobs for businesses barely hanging on.

He hated this job site: he cleaned it up each night; it was trashed out every morning. Punks. Thank goodness I’ll finish today, he thought. They can keep their discarded tires and toilets and find someone else to abuse.

Only today held a surprise for Tony: flowers in the toilet.

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

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Gifts from the River: Fiction Friday

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

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Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Gifts from the River

With the rising water, Jeanne knew visiting Thelma on the other side was impossible. But Jeanne and Thelma knew what to do. At the assigned time, they signaled each other with their flashlights: Operation Recovery began. It was their self-assigned task to rescue as many items as possible, washed down from upstream.

Jeanne cleaned up her newest gift from the river, setting it with the others by the window. Thelma would be doing the same. Soon they would share their treasures with each other, making up stories about the objects. The river that sometimes separated them also brought them together.
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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.

Time and Space

The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Photo copyright Emmy L Gant

Photo copyright Emmy L Gant

Time and Space

In the interest of time and space
Let’s erase the line between dark and light
Join yesterday and tomorrow, calling it Today

The sky begins at our feet
But who remembers that we live with the clouds?

Rooftops and walls keep in as much
Or more
As they keep out

Nothing is only black and white
Even that which is black and white
Especially that which is black and white

Light obscures as much as darkness
Shadows reveal more than the bright sun
Seeing is a learned response
But who knows where to look?

Time and space creep ever forward
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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.

Everything In Its Place: Fiction Friday

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

Photo copyright Sean Fallon

Everything In Its Place

Why are you saving those? Didn’t you replace them because they were dead?

They still have a little power left. Maybe they will be good for something else.

Stop! Don’t put them back in the container with the new ones. That’s not where they belong.

I’m not getting rid of them!

Susie sighed, knowing she could never convince Don to get rid of the dead batteries. She decided on the next best thing: a place of their own. She gave him a jar to store the batteries in and let him fill it to his heart’s content. Everyone was happy.
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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.



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Note: I’d like to say that this is fiction, but at my house, this is a true story. I didn’t think about the jar idea until seeing the photo prompt, so now it’s on my shopping list. Everyone will be happy!