Category: Friday Fictioneers

Make Believe Flowers

gold-tipped-anniversary-rose — PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

He showed up in the evening
when his wife was fast asleep
with a bouquet of flowers
that were only make believe

He gave them to his lover
and she put them in a vase
she knew he didn’t love her
she could see it in his face

Then one day she asked him
to leave his wife for her
he laughed in her face
said it would just create a stir

She said if you cannot chose between us
then you must be on your way
she couldn’t believe he left her
and she begged for him to stay

This sad story of a love gone astray is my entry into this weeks’ Friday Fictioneers.

epitaph

In Canada, on November 11 we celebrate Remembrance Day to remember those who fought to keep this country safe. This is my tribute to those whose battles only begin on the battlefield. I have linked up to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers .

The house went up quickly

they said it was old

not unlike the man outside

lying dead in the cold.

People walked past him

lying still on the ground

but I stopped

and looked down.

his clothes were tattered

and torn

a patch on his shoulder

looked like a flag

he must have been proud to have worn.

The preacher said he fought in two wars

But his battle was home

nowhere to go

he lived alone.

Depressed and tortured

He set fire to paper

And it caught in the wood

And burned him and his memories

Away for good.

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special bread

“Yes sir, I want to return this bread, it has a hole in it!”

“I am sorry, we have a policy. No returns if half the bun is eaten!”

“How was I supposed to know there was a hole?” asked the disgruntled customer.

“We cannot help it, that’s how bread is!” said the confused clerk.

“I cannot even spread butter without covering my hands with it!”

“You are looking at this all wrong. This is a special loaf of bread, it’s made with flour, water, yeast and the baker’s special ingredient.” said the clerk.

“What’s that?”

The clerk replied “Love.”

PHOTO PROMPT Kelvin M. Knight

Last week I wrote quite the shocker. I received more negative comments than ever before. I promised the people who were repulsed by my story that this week, Things would be different, less gritty and repulsive. I hope this helps redeem my reputation.

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There’s no other kinds

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Harry took his wife out to a local diner for a Mother’s Day meal. The man was outraged when the waitress brought a bottle of No Name Ketchup to the table.

“No name brand Ketchup? You call yourself a restaurant? Fake Ketchup?” he hollered, embarrassing his poor wife.

“I only use Heinz Ketchup! If it ain’t Heinz, there are no other kinds!” he yelled. “I have been using Heinz all my life, just ask my wife!”

“Relax Harry, you have been using No Name brand for years, I just refilled the Ketchup bottle with whatever was on sale” she admitted.

Happy Mothers Day to all the special moms out there, especially those who live with stubborn men like Harry. This story is my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers. I hope you enjoyed this, and thanks for reading.

Frank’s Salvage

car

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Steam bellowed from the busted radiator, as Susan paced the deserted highway.

A ratty old tow truck appeared in the distance. The driver rolled his window down, “Name’s Frank. Looks as if you have a bit of trouble. Hop in my truck, I’ll tow you to my garage and fix it.” She sensed something, but ignored her intuition and stepped inside.

Upon her entry, Susan noticed something odd. No seats, no dashboard, and worst of all, no floor. As she fell to her death, she disappeared into the oblivion.

“Another car for my collection” the Devil said, as he drove away.

This little tale of hospitality and horror is brought to you courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. Click on the froggy for more intriguing tales based on the photo.

a penny for your thoughts

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Alexander and Peter inherited their parents’ fortune, and spent their time bickering.

Alexander enjoyed picking up pennies from the street and adding them to his bank account; while Peter was so wasteful, he threw money out the window of his plane.

On this occasion, Alexander was driving to town to buy groceries. He drove the rusted Mercedes convertible his dad left him. Suddenly, he lost control of the car as it left the road.

Search crews located Alexander’s car in a deep ravine. He was DOA. The autopsy revealed he died from a massive brain injury. A penny was found inside his skull.

This ironic tale of the fast and the frivolous is brought to you courtesy of Friday Fictioneers. Click on the froggy for more stories based on the photo prompt.

Cross Examination of a Murderer

Lawyer: “Did you, William Hillman, brutally murder eight innocent women?”

William: “No”

Lawyer: “Did you bury those innocent women, who were all young mothers, in your backyard?”

William: “No”

Lawyer: “William, we found the bodies. Your DNA is everywhere. We have the murder weapon, which is registered in your name. I am asking you once more, did you murder those innocent women?”

William: “NO! Those women were not innocent. Those women abandoned their children, forcing them to live in foster homes, where they were abused. My mother did the same to me. She was not innocent either.

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Word Count: 100 words. More on this story, check out ‘Someone had to pay’

This little tale of the verification of innocence and one man’s

pain and suffering is my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers.

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put on your dancin’ shoes

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Charlie stared with envy as the young couple danced across the floor. The old guy remembered a time when he and Thelma danced just like this. Sadly, hard work and raising a large family left little time for dancing anymore.

Today being their 50th anniversary, Charlie had quite the surprise lined up for his wife. “Put on your dancin’ shoes, let the jukebox blow a fuse!” he hollered. The ‘Ya All Come in is having a dance and we are going!”

It wasn’t long before Thelma was ready to go. On this night, the old couple danced like two teenagers.

This little ditty about keeping the fun in a marriage is brought to you courtesy of Friday Fictioneers. Be sure to click on the little froggy to check out the many other stories based on this week’s photo prompt.

eat it if you are hungry

Gregory was a typical teen…lazy and spoiled. Gregory complained about everything, and while his suffering parents tried their best, they soon realized there was no pleasing this brat.

“What’s for supper?” he demanded.

His step-father responded “Pizza, I made it myself”

“You expect me to eat that? I want takeout Pizza or nothing!”

“If you are hungry, you will eat it!” the parent said.

“No I won’t, I rather starve than eat that crap!” the teen said.

When Tom returned from work, half the pizza was gone.

“I left some for you. It’s not half bad” said the teen.

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This tale of the frustrations of raising a teen is my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers. Thanks for reading, and feel free to comment.

Oh to be young again

The one thing Abigail always wished for, was to be little again. After losing her husband when she was just a young woman, she raised their five children on her own; her life was anything but easy.

Then one day, it happened.

“Twinkle Little Star!” she sang, as she played with her dollies. Sometimes Abigail cried, but only for a little while, eventually returning to her childish games.

As their mother played with her toys, her sons and daughters looked on sadly. It was not an easy thing to watch as the woman they admired reverted back to her childhood.

This little tale of the best side of a bad situation, is my reaction to this weeks’ photo prompt on Friday Fictioneers,