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Friday Fictioneers - Childhood Glance
They eyed each other from a distance. He was playing softball with his friends. Nearby, she was jumping rope tirelessly, her favorite playtime activity. Snap, a home run flew over the fence. “You hit it, you get it,” Guichi yelled. Tito bent down to pick up the ball and caught a glimpse of her. Their eyes locked. She looked away, but her heart fluttered. Before family and friends, they…
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Friday Fictioneers - Holiday Tradition
Mom was determined to have our usual Chinese holiday dinner. What about Covid? They say all restaurants are closed. COVID or no COVID, we eat Chinese; it’s tradition. After all, take-out is always available; big night for business. Walk over to Mott Street; there’s a small alley with lots of bright signs. You’ll find our favorite place for moo shoo chicken, Kim Pow, and Wonton soup. But…
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Friday Fictioneers - A Night’s Simple Gratitude
Although the restaurant wasn’t handing out food tonight, he felt no ill will. The homeless shelter had freshly brewed coffee and donuts set out. It would be enough for him. The streetlights were a warm welcome for the oncoming damp, chilly night. The lamppost, near his favorite bench, was the ideal place to secure the fine bicycle he’d found at the Salvation Army today. The boots fit him…
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Friday Fictioneers - A Dark Night
Alberto tried to convince Blanca that tonight would be the perfect night to meet. He texted her to look out her window; it’s a dark night, no moon. No one will see you. What about the old lady across the street? She never sleeps, she texted back. Look, your father will be asleep. I finally got my brother to lend me his car. It’s snowing. Cold! I’ll keep you warm. I promise I’ll get you home…
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Friday Fictioneers - Two Hearts as One
The way to love anything deeply is to realize that it may be lost to you one day. ©Isadora DeLaVega Randal’s work involved a great deal of traveling. He needed his aging parents to be safe in a nursing home. He searched for the right one. He wanted them to be together. They had been high school sweethearts; separating them would cause a lot of sadness for them. Now, walking into the empty room,…
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The Rock
Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here. Photo Courtesy of Sandra Crook You know how it is when a roving bunch of flowers and a carpet of plants get together. Nights of mass pollination, abuse of Miracle-Gro, and slinging compost hither and yon. Pets were terrorized and…
The Plant
It’s time once again for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields. Our prompt this week is the image below. 100 words. Photo courtesy of Nancy Richy Nobody knew what kind of plant it was. The previous condo-owners had left it behind. Maybe it would’ve been a hassle to take along. Either way it was Sammy & Gwen’s hassle now. It wouldn’t stop growing –- even after six months without…
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Image by Roger Bultot It’s Friday Fictioneers! Click here to learn more and join in. Connie was in the back seat of their car. She desperately searched the streets in hopes of catching someone’s eye, but there were no eyes to catch — stupid rain. Maybe the green bus. Surely someone would be on it. If only they’d have pulled up next to it. They kept going and the neighborhoods…
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