Friday Fictioneers, Dec 9th – The Secret

Welcome to my submission to this week’s Friday Fictioneers  Challenge.

Interested in finding out more about this challenge and the group of writers that accept the challenge each week, start with our host’s, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields site by clicking the link below.

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/

Next, click the link below to read this weeks stories.

http://www.inlinkz.com/new/view.php?id=680928

Now for my 100 word story based on the photo prompt below.

PHOTO PTOMPT © Lucy Fridkinlucy-sol

The Secret

Becky leaned her head against the cold glass. Her stomach performed somersaults as her hometown grew in size, a sight she had not seen for five frantic years. Chasing fame and fortune in LA, Becky had traded coast when seventeen.

Soon she discovered she had not made the journey west alone. Fearing her disapproving father and stern mother, she had never once revealed her circumstance.

Her parents weren’t expecting her, and they certainly didn’t expect the little girl that sat beside her. Becky reached over and tightened her daughter’s seatbelt.

“Buckle up sweetheart, its going to be a bumpy ride.”

100 Words

Thanks for reading.

The Christmas season is upon us. I will be visiting family for the next two weeks and not able to make any posts. As such I want to take this opportunity to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas, or Happy Hanukkah and if you don’t celebrate anything this time of year take time to soak up the good will and joy this time presents.

Joy to all!

 

Cindy

Friday Fictioneers, Dec 2nd – Healing

Another week gives us another great photo prompt from Rochelle and a new batch of great stories to read.

As a recap the Friday Ficitioneers challenge is to write a story in 100 words or less based on the photo prompt.

Please check out this link to Rochelle’s, our host’s, site-

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/

To read more stories check out the Link – http://www.inlinkz.com/new/view.php?id=677374

Now here is this week’s photo followed by my story.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields 

Healing

When I left, things were at the breaking point. The vibration of the deep-throated motor between my legs calmed my tormented mind. As time and miles passed my anger, hurt, and resentment at the betrayals and lies were stripped away, left littering the highway.

Accompanied by the white noise of the forest and by the light of the dancing fire, I sharpened my tools: patience, wisdom, understanding, and forgiveness and donned a new confidence like a suit of amour.

I sped home vowing to leave all my litter on the side of the road.

Well, maybe not all of it.

100 Words

Thanks for reading. Any comments positive or negative is encouraged.