The Music Room: Fiction Friday

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

Photo copyright Jan Fields

The Music Room
Lawrence thought his arms were going to fall off; they were so achy from carrying his son around. He just had to put him down, even if for a few minutes. The crib was in the bedroom where his wife was sleeping, exhausted. He couldn’t go back in there.

Opening the top of the cabinet, Lawrence gently lowered his son into it. Slowly, softly, he picked out a few notes of Praeludium No. 1 on the spinet. His son’s cries diminished. The more Lawrence played, the more his son relaxed. By the end of the piece, the baby was asleep.
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Up the Down Staircase: Fiction Friday

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

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Photo copyright Amy Reese

Photo copyright Amy Reese

Up the Down Staircase

They’re really gone.” Nichelle looked up at her twin brother leaning against the railing. “They were different, but in a good way.

Different in the all best ways,” Nicolas kicked a stone; it tumbled down the cracked stairs. “We can do it, too, Nichelle, like they did. We can figure it out. They showed us how.”

I think stars don’t always fall downward.” Nichelle picked up the stone and tossed it back up to the top. “I think they just went up the down staircase. We’ll wait here until dark. Tonight we will see two new stars in the sky.
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In memory of David Bowie (1947-2016) and Alan Rickman (1946-2016).

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Wild Blue Yonder: Fiction Friday

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

Photo copyright Melanie Greenwood

Photo copyright Melanie Greenwood

Wild Blue Yonder

Isn’t she a beauty?” Danny sat down next to Marlena.

She looked out the window at the private jet. “Yes, she is.”

How do you like being the pilot?” Without waiting for an answer, Danny continued, “Myself, I love to fly. Each trip is an adventure into the wild blue yonder. Blue is my favorite color.

No kidding.

Danny checked his watch. “Yippee! It’s time to board.” He picked up his bags, ran out of the lounge yelling, “Dibs on shotgun!

You don’t have to call ‘shotgun,’ Danny, ” Marlena sighed as she walked to the plane. “You are the co-pilot!
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Childhood’s End: Fiction Friday

The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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FF 77 Jean L Hays

Photo copyright Jean L Hays

Childhood’s End

Sarah hadn’t been to the coffee shop in years, had almost forgotten the window. It was her first commission, while still in her teens. She had been ecstatic. A professional artist! I’m on my way!

And she was on her way – to being poor. She was shocked to discover how many people wanted fine art at garage sale prices. She left behind her childish fantasies of overnight success.

Hard work, hard years; they all led to now. Like the colorful light streaming through the stained glass, it was only after major transformations that the beauty of her adult life resulted.
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Your Secret Is Safe With Me: Fiction Friday

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

Photo copyright Scott L Vannater

Your Secret Is Safe With Me

Here’s my wish list for next year.” Katt nudged the notepad.

Next year?” Santa guffawed. “You weren’t good this year, last year, or the year before that.

What’s your point? I expect something special.

You’ll get what I give you and you’ll like it!” Santa snapped, turning towards the fireplace. “Now, stop making me late.

Santa vanished up the chimney. Katt strutted to the tree, found his present: a heated cat bed, already plugged in and warm.

Santa loves us all, even in naughty years, Katt purred as he climbed in. Don’t worry, Santa. Your secret is safe with me.

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