Why Do I Even Bother: Fiction Friday

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

Photo copyright Marie Gail Stratford

Photo copyright Marie Gail Stratford

Why Do I Even Bother?

The signal changed from yellow to red for the gazillionth time. “People jaywalk, drivers ignore me.” The traffic signal grumbled under its breath, “Why do I even bother?”

Deciding to share its misery with the humans who made its life miserable, the signal changed its timing, making the long wait times even longer during the rush hour.

Then it saw a young girl holding her mother’s hand, waiting patiently to cross. Finding someone who paid attention cheered up the signal to no end. It changed to green in their direction, winking at the girl as she stepped off the curb.

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The Way Back: Fiction Friday

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

FF 169 Sarah Ann Hall

Photo copyright Sarah Ann Hall

The Way Back

The Persian goblet was from the tomb of King Cyrus II. Cassandra discovered it was a time portal, a way back to the king’s temple. The portal opened with the full moon’s rise and closed when it set.

In 531 BC, Cassandra approached the temple to return to her own time and place. Through the time-travel haze, she saw a man in her apartment. He looked straight at her, raised the goblet, laughing as he smashed it against the fireplace.

In ancient Persia, the temple’s archway collapsed, clouds of dust choking her.

There was no way back, not any more.

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Zombies with Cameras: Fiction Friday

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

FF 168 Roger Bultot

Photo copyright Roger Bultot

Zombies with Cameras

Josie drank coffee as the darkness waned. She’d been awake for hours.

She’d discovered an online insomniac community. Some couldn’t go to sleep right away, some woke up in the middle of the night. Others, like her, woke up too early.

They photographed what they saw when they wished they were sleeping. A collection of their photos, “Zombies with Cameras,” hung in a gallery, with the opening ceremony that night.

The photographers hadn’t met before; they’d recognize each other by their “Sleeping is Overrated” buttons and insomnia-induced lifeless movements.

The sun rose. Another long day – and night – awaited.

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Just Returning the Favor: Fiction Friday

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

Photo copyright Sandra Crook

Photo copyright Sandra Crook

Just Returning the Favor

Senior opened another whiskey bottle. “You were wild, needed discipline. I did you a favor.” That’s how Senior always rationalized dragging Chuck to the tree for a whipping. His father’s drinking and his belt were a dangerous combination for Chuck. It was years ago, but his emotional scars still matched his physical ones.

With research, Chuck discovered humans could die in three days without water. High temperatures and alcohol could shorten that timeline.

In the August heat, Chuck drove away from the deserted farm, leaving drunken Senior under the tree with his memories and whiskey. Just returning the favor, Dad.

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The photographer, Sandra Crook, is also a Friday Fictioneer author. Check out Sandra’s story here.

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Inside, Outside: Fiction Friday

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

Photo copyright Douglas M MacIlroy

Photo copyright Douglas M MacIlroy

Inside, Outside

Dumb bird. Dave didn’t know how it got inside.

For 45 minutes he chased it around his studio as it hopped around and squawked, eluding him. He stubbed his toe and spent a few minutes of his own squawking and hopping in pain. (So much for going barefoot.) Finally he managed to catch it. He checked it out and it seemed unharmed, just fatigued. He set the bird free, wished it well, and limped back inside.

As he closed the door he noticed a silhouette in the window. Yet another bird, inside his studio. Sighing, Dave reached for his shoes.

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