Friday Fictioneers, Nov 25th – The Score

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It is quiet now. All the prep work is done. I have snuck away to do my post before the true rush of preparing a Thanksgiving dinner strikes. For those of you celebrating Thanksgiving, I hope you and your family have a peaceful and happy gathering full of memories you will always cherish.

Two extra thanks for today.

One to Rochelle Wisoff for hosting the challenge. Please check out this link to the FF home base. https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/

One to CE Ayr for providing the photo prompt of the door. I love doors and the endless possibilities they supply. The comings and goings, the soaring hearts of a open door and the crashing dreams of a closed one.

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Photo Courtesy of CE Ayr

PHOTO PROMPT © CEayr

 The Score

I noticed the newly painted door three months ago. On my nightly walks with my dog Scout, I soaked in the details of the padlocked chain and the shiny lock designed to keep honest people out. Later hunched together with four of my more unsavory friends, we speculated about what lay behind the locked door. As beers were downed, the possibilities grew wilder and wilder.

Last night One-Eyed Sam picked the lock. Shaking in anticipation, we crept through the open door. I  lit my torch and held my breath.

I now know exactly how Geraldo Rivera felt that night in 1986.

100 words

Thanks for reading. Please take a moment to read more of this weeks submissions a this link. http://www.inlinkz.com/new/view.php?id=675665

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Friday Fictioneers, Nov 18th – The Music

It’s that time again. I survived another week sane enough to take on Rochelle Wisoff’s writing challenge. The goal – write a story based on the photo prompt in 100 words or less.

As always hats off to our host Rochelle  Wisoff for posting this week’s challenge and for continuing to read and comment on all the stories.

Please check out Rochelle’s blog, https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/, and join us.

Here is this week’s prompt –

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PHOTO PROMPT  © Björn Rudberg

The Music 

Running late, racing to be on time for the 8:00 pm curtain call, Stefan pushed his car into the corner. The discordant sound of crushing metal signaled his fatal mistake.

On the anniversary of his death, longing to feel closer to her lost love Margarita clutched Stefan’s prized Cello and wept. As the clock struck 8:00, the music started. Soon she was wrapped in the warm silky tones of Bach´s Cello Suite No. 1 that her husband’s long slender fingers had been able to lovingly coax from the instrument that vibrated in her arms.

Every year growing crowds attend Stefan’s concert.

99 Words

Note –  Another story that involves death. I am not a dark depressed person – really. I tried to get a upbeat note to this story. Did it work?

Thank you to all that took the time to read my story and for commenting or liking this effort. If you would  like to read more please click the link below –

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Cheers,

Cindy

 

Friday Fictioneers, Nov 11th -Home Coming

It’s that time again. The challenge – write a story based on the photo prompt in 100 words or less. Challenge, accepted!

Hats off once again to our host Rochelle  Wisoff for posting this week’s challenge and for continuing to read and comment on all the stories.

Please check out Rochelle’s blog, https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/, and join us.

Here is week’s prompt –

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Photo Courtesy of Sandra Crook

 

The drums of war shattered the peace in their village. A devastated Solange clutched her husband Remy before he and thirty-nine others rode north slowly receding from sight.

Time marched on. Seasons changed. Day and night a determined Solange labored while her hands bled, crafting the tiles in the color of her husband’s coat of arms. Solange’s turret became a beacon seen for miles.

Her task completed, Solange relentlessly scanned the horizon.

In the fifth year, a rag-tag group of men approached from the north. Her heart lurched as she slowly counted. One, two…

…nineteen.

99 words

Thank you for reading. I appreciate all comments and encourage you to help me develop my writing skills by being gently critical.

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Friday Fictioneers, Nov 4th -Never Look Back

Hats off once again to Rochelle  Wisoff for posting this week’s challenge and for continuing to read and comment on all the stories.

The challenge – write a story based on the photo prompt in 100 words or less.

Please check out Rochelle’s blog, https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/, and join us if you dare.

Here is week’s prompt –

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PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

“Onawah.”

The frail voice uttering her Apache name sent her mind careening, bouncing off memories to hot, dusty days at her grandparent’s Trading Post. As a teenager desperate to leave, University provided a stepping stone on the path a new life. Hard work led to Cupertino, California, her bright eyes focused on success. She never looked back.

Still grieving her grandfather, Onawah surveyed the Trading Post ravaged by the plagues of recessions, high gas prices, and indifference. Drawing on the strength of her ancestors and a well-used Marketing Degree,  she built a new Trading Post.

And she never looked back.

100 words

Note – Onawah is an Apache name that means Bright Eyed One

Thank you to all those that read my story last week and for the comments.

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