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Fiction Friday: Camping Trip

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Friday Fictioneer challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo prompt.
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Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Korkheek started the fire while lnrllin, her husband, unloaded the spaceship. Donning their jet packs, the teenagers, G-mlak and tSikll, immediately abandoned the campsite for their annual race through the Grand Canyon.

Watching the embers fly up and dissipate, Korkheek wondered if this might be their last vacation on Terra. With the high price of dilithium crystals, she didn’t know if they could afford to travel next year.

“Korkheek.” She looked up into her husband’s mournful face. Instantly, she imagined the worst: An accident in the canyon? Where were the children?

“Korkheek,” Inrllinn said, “I forgot to pack the marshmallows.”
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Fiction Friday: It’s A Sign

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Friday Fictioneers Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo prompt.
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Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. Copyright Roget Bultot

Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. Copyright Roget Bultot

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The truck was parked in the same place, day after day. No one’s using it. It’s a sign I should take it, Jean-Michel thought.

Late Friday afternoon, he returned to the parking lot. In minutes, he broke in, hooked up a portable battery charger and hotwired the truck. Maybe there’s something valuable in the back, he thought, ever hopeful.

As Jean-Michel drove around a sharp curve, the truck’s cargo door swung open. In the police cruiser just behind, two officers saw something fall out: human, bloody, and wrapped in industrial cellophane. It’s a sign, they said, turning on the siren.

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Fiction Friday: Sanctuary

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Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Copyright Jan Wayne Fields.

Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Copyright Jan Wayne Fields.

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Jason was in his second Viet Nam tour when he got the news. By then, his grandfather’s grave was already covered with winter’s first snow.

He looked at the painting, his grandfather’s favorite. Jason remembered accidentally knocking it down, the glass breaking. The young Jason anticipated anger and punishment. “Let’s get some ice cream,” was all his loving grandfather said, and hugged him.

In the desk, Jason found an envelope addressed to him. Every soldier needs a sanctuary, his grandfather wrote. Create your own.

Taking his grandfather’s photo, the letter and the painting, Jason left, soon to start his search.

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Friday Fictioneers: Write a 100-word story based on the photo prompt.
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Fiction Friday: Following in Her Footsteps

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Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Copyright Bjorn Rudberg

Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Copyright Bjorn Rudberg

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As a girl, Little Jesse tried to count the steps down to the Cliff House, but always lost track as she followed Great Aunt Jesse who was revealing plans for a summer full of escapades.

Jesse (now the only ‘Jesse’ in the family) surveyed the chaos that had once been artful order. Near the studio window, she found an unfinished watercolor: Aunt Jesse smiling, holding out both arms, enticing Little Jesse to take those last steps. It broke her heart that Aunt Jesse hadn’t finished it before dying.

Stepping towards the painting, Jesse picked up a brush . . .
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Friday Fictioneers: Write a 100-word story based on the photo prompt.
To read other stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.

Fiction Friday: First Snowfall

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Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo looking out the window of an airplane at the fields below.

Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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“But it snows there!” “Usually people move away from a cold climate when they retire.” Sandra understood their confusion. She couldn’t explain the feeling of belonging when she had visited Taos and experienced the welcoming art community there.

The plane wasn’t even out of sight and she knew her family and friends were adjusting to her absence; life goes on. Looking out the window, Sandra saw the Florida landscape for the last time.

In the New Mexico mountains, temperatures were starting to drop at night. Closing her eyes, she dreamed of the first snowfall and knew she was going home.
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Friday Fictioneers: Write a 100-word story based on the photo prompt.
To read other stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.