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A Journey: Fiction Friday

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

Photo copyright Al Forbes

A Journey

You either knew or you didn’t, Jordan thought. Anyone asking him a question starting with “Why do you …?” usually didn’t understand his answer. How do you explain passion to someone who lacks it? It is invisible to them, even when right in front of their eyes.

He earned his living as a mechanic, classic cars his specialty. He loved the freedom to follow the road, to go when and where he wanted. His prized possessions in tow, Jordan merged onto the highway. Something just over the next hill was always beckoning. He enjoyed life as a journey, not a destination.
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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.

Two of a Kind: Fiction Friday

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

Photo copyright Sandra Crook

Two of a Kind

Grant saw the dragonfly disappear through the hourglass ring. As a test, he tossed his baseball through. It also vanished. He continued to fling objects through: shoes, toys, erasers, spoons, bolts, toothbrushes, coins. Nothing ever dropped to the ground on the far side.

Tkrnkeee, on the planet Oringjinno, was mystified to find foreign objects appearing through the hourglass ring in his garden. He returned the favor by throwing small items through from his side, fascinated when they disappeared.

As galaxy-spanning pen pals, they sent bits and baubles to each other instead of letters, happily passing their years in distant camaraderie.
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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.

Location, Location, Location: Fiction Friday

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

Photo copyright The Reclining Gentleman

Photo copyright The Reclining Gentleman

Location, Location, Location

Red tried to peek over the curb. “What do you see?”

Yellow surveyed the unkempt lot. “Looks like we are the first ones here. Maybe the only ones.”

“That can’t be good.” Red wanted to be in a proper garden. The possibility of being alone, abandoned worried him.

Yellow noted that the trees were far enough away to prevent resource competition. The tool shed indicated an attentive gardener. Deciding to make the best of things, Yellow stood as tall as possible, taking in the full sun. “It’s kinda nice being the center of attention for once, don’t you think, Red?”
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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.

Just Like They Said: Fiction Friday

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

Photo copyright Erin Leary

Just Like They Said

It was an old wives’ tale; something grandmothers told children to scare them when they were misbehaving. That’s what they said.

The pier hadn’t been there yesterday. This morning it reached out to the middle of the lake. An omen, they said, of an untimely death, a broken heart, lives undone.

The constable at Irene’s door surprised her; his news shocked her. Her son, an accident during the school field trip. Nothing they could do.

She dove off the pier, never to resurface. In the morning, all the water lilies would be blooming, the pier gone.  Just like they said. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.

I Got You, Babe: Fiction Friday

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The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Photo copyright C. E. Ayr

Photo copyright C. E. Ayr

I Got You, Babe

Keith loved art, especially other people’s art. He stole several small, valuable items from the Chateau de Sable. (He wondered about people who name their houses.) Back in the car, he turned on his phone. Immediately, the ringtone “I got you, babe!” chimed. His date from the previous night, Hazel, was calling.

“Babe,” he answered, “I’m at work. I’ll call you back.”

“Actually, now’s a good time to talk. I’m here.”

She walked up to his window. He was surprised to see her wearing a badge and gun. Detective Hazel Stoddard greeted him: “I got you, babe. You’re under arrest.”
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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.