I traveled to La Grange for my quarterly visit to the Quilt Museum. No photographs are allowed in the museum, so afterwards I wandered around downtown for a bit with my camera.
It was a beautiful, sunny day.
Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Copyright Marie Gail Stratford
An Adventure
Tammy looked out of the car window and pointed to the silo. “Mom! A spaceship!”
“A spaceship?” Veronica looked into the rear view mirror, smiling. “Where will it go when it takes off?”
“The moon! No, wait, Mars! To Mars!” Tammy said, excited.
“That would be quite an adventure!” Veronica said.
“Are we going on an adventure?” Tammy asked.
“Yes, but not to Mars.”
At twilight, they arrived at Docking Bay 94 where an intergalactic spaceship waited in the underground silo, prepped for takeoff.
Getting out of the car, Tammy grinned and took a step forward, ready for her adventure.
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This is my 52nd Friday Fictioneer story. One year! It’s been quite an adventure!
Pat and I took a day trip to Comfort, Texas. First things first: we ate ice cream at Comfort Pizza, then we wandered around the antique and art stores. Lunch was at High’s Cafe and Store. It was a grey day, but the rain held off until we were leaving town. It was fun and I’m sure we’ll go back again.
Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Jennifer Pendergast
Boxcar 87
“Are we almost there?”
Boxcar 87 looked back. Boxcar 88 was rocking a little from side to side, looking a bit anxious under a thin layer of dust.
“First trip out west?” Boxcar 87 asked. “Relax. Look how beautiful the desert is.”
Boxcar 88 snorted. “It’s boring. It’s, like, one color: khaki. Miles and miles of boring nothing.”
Boxcar 87 wondered about the future of rail transportation when youngsters like 88 had no patience, no imagination.
“Are we almost there?” Boxcar 88 repeated.
“No, we are not almost there.” Boxcar 87 sighed. This was going to be one long trip.
It's a long story ... 