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And Then He Knows

Written for Friday Fictioneers where we are asked to
write something creative in 100 words or less using
the photo below as inspiration. This is my story.

He walks on the beach with his dog, just as he always does. They have a routine. He tosses the ball, the dog brings it back. It’s all very natural and civilized.

Except for this night.

When the dog returns, he has a purse hanging from his mouth. He drops the purse and runs back to where he found it.

Looking in the purse, he sees a cell phone. Hers. The last call dialed was to him. He chases the dog; there’s a body sprawled on the rocks near the water.

And before he sees her, he knows who it is.

NAR©2024
100 Words

This is “O Fortuna” from Carmina Burana by Carl Orff

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Silent Labors

Written for Friday Fictioneers where we are
challenged to write something creative in
100 words or less using the photo below.
This is my story in 100 words.

They walk five miles to work every other day, softly conversing in Italian. They unlock the side door and go directly to the closet. Dragging out their supplies, they stop talking and address their task.

Kerchiefs holding back their hair, hands protected by rubber gloves, they uncap their jars of Murphy’s Oil Soap and add a small amount to their buckets of water. It doesn’t take much of the lemon-scented solution to polish every pew.

These are the church ladies. They labor silently for three hours. When done, they leave the church in darkness except for the luminous bell tower.

NAR©2024
100 Words

This is “The Bells ~ I. Allegro Ma Non Tanto by Sergei Rachmaninoff

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More Time

Written for Weekly Writing Prompt #363
where we are asked to write something in exactly
42 words, incorporating the word “cabinet”.
This is my story in 42 words.

When the landlord came calling for the rent, she pleaded for more time.

He refused and viciously slapped her across the face.

She fell against the cabinet and a rage grew in her like never before.

Grabbing the hidden gun, she turned.

NAR©2024
42 Words

This is “The Landlord” [UNCENSORED]

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Love Bites

Written for Friday Fictioneers where we are asked to get
creative in 100 words or less using this photo as inspiration.
Here is my story.

Photo Prompt © Lisa Fox

Locking eyes across the room, Jaclyn and Mark gave each other the signal. A discreet nod toward the door meant it was time to bail on the noisy frat party. Clutching each other’s hands, the teens bounded down the stairs and ran across the yard until they reached the thick grove of tall maple trees.

Fiercely kissing, they fell to the ground, groping and tearing at their clothes.

Mark, my hair is stuck in some sticky glop” Jaclyn protested, then screamed as she spied the enormous web suspended over them.

Too late, Mark felt the agonizing sting of giant toxic pincers.

NAR©2024

This is “Love Bites” by Def Leppard

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Picture Perfect

Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #361;
we are asked to get creative in exactly 57 words and
include the word “classic”. This is my response.

“Oh, baby, you gotta see her! She’s a real beauty!
What curves, what style!
And the color is perfect …. it’s called Marina Blue and the paint job is amazing!
Brand new dash, broad grille, quad headlights and a tail sporting a fan-shaped alcove on both side panels.
I’m telling you, honey …. this one’s a classic!”

NAR©2024
57 Words

Author’s Note: That’s what my husband sounded like when he called to tell me about his ‘new’ vintage car …. a 1958 Chevy Bel Air. That was back in 1969 and he was still my boyfriend at the time. He was crazy about that car and took such good care of it. After about 8 months, someone stole it right off his driveway; that was one of a handful of times I’ve seen my husband cry.

This is “Movin’ Out (Anthony’s Song)” by Billy Joel

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The Girlfriend

Written for Friday Fictioneers where we are challenged
to be creative in 100 words or less using this image as inspiration.

 © Ted Strutz

“Gee, the house sure is quiet. I wonder where everybody’s gone. Bobby’s been a little distant lately and that makes me sad. I mean, we’ve been best buds ever since he was a little guy. We did everything together and he wouldn’t go anywhere without me. And he gave the best hugs at night. Shh! Here he comes now! Bobby! I just knew you wouldn’t leave without me. What’re we doing today?”

“I’m watching TV with Becky …. alone.”

“Gosh, Bobby. You’re my bestie. Who’s this Becky chick?”

“My girlfriend. Adios, Mr. Bill!”

“Ooh nooooo! Come back, Bobby ….

you little shit!”

NAR©2024
100 Words

This is Connie Francis with “Who’s Sorry Now”

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Demons And Wizards

Written for Weekend Writing Prompt #361;
93 words exactly using the prompt word ‘pilgrimage’

A rare alternate album cover of Heep’s “Demons and Wizards”

It was the early 1970s and the four of us scored tickets to see Uriah Heep in Allentown, PA. It was the dog days of August … the kind of sun that blisters your skin in minutes … and the concert was outdoors. The drive was 3 hours each way in scorching temperatures but we were going to that concert come hell or high water. Allentown became our Mecca and the road trip our personal hard rock pilgrimage. The details of that day are a little sketchy but the concert was freakin’ awesome.

NAR©2024
93 Words

This is “Easy Living” by Uriah Heep

© NAR – Uriah Heep, Allentown Fair Grounds, Aug. 26, 1973

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Secret Stash

Written for Friday Fictioneers where we are asked to get creative
in 100 words or less using this image for inspiration. Here’s my story.

© Fleur Lind

In the middle of a field there stands a great big tree and at the base of the tree’s very broad trunk is a miniature door with a little knob. Beyond that miniature door is the most dizzying of spiral staircases intricately woven together with twigs and seeds, licked-clean popsicle sticks and discarded toothpicks. Each landing of the staircase leads to a cluster of tiny rooms .… storage rooms, dining rooms, play rooms, sun rooms and hibernating rooms. Inside those tiny rooms are the giddiest chipmunks busy storing, dining, playing, sunning and, when the wintry snowflakes bluster about, snugly hibernating. 🐿️

NAR©2024
100 Words

This is “Twigs and Seeds” by Jesse Winchester

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Steady Eddie

Written for
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix Story Starter,
Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge ‘flow’

and
Weekend Writing Prompt #360
‘expire’.

There was no way he was doing it. And that was that.

He was a creature of habit, never deviating from the norm.

Let the cat out at 7:00 every morning.

Thermostat set at a constant 68º.

Teeth cleaned every four months without fail.

Just as rivers flow downhill, his course was ever steady.

No goddamn way was he going to let his parking meter expire.

NAR©2024
66 Words
#StoryStarter

This is The Outsiders with “Time Won’t Let Me:

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Traditions

Written for Friday Fictioneers, using the photo below for inspiration;
the challenge is to write something creative in 100 words or less.

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

There’s something very comforting about Montauk; it’s steeped in tradition, averse to change.

Case in point: the Montauk Shirt Shop which never changed its inventory …. and that was just fine. People popped in to get their mandatory summer vacation t-shirt …. not the latest fashion craze.

Things just weren’t the same after the familiar shop was renovated featuring a new step-up, almost exclusive section with high-end merchandise and souvenirs no one wanted. We looked around the new area once; it was overpriced and a bit too chi-chi for the sleepy fishing village.

Sometimes all you want is a damn t-shirt.

NAR©2024
100 Words

This is the Stones with “Memory Motel”,  located on 27 East in Montauk, NY right across the street from the old diner and the t-shirt store. In my younger days I’d go to the bar at the Memory Motel and may or may not have caught a glimpse of Mick and Keith mingling very comfortably with the locals. It was a simpler time, no big deal, ya know?

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Anticipation: Dectina Refrain

Written for Quadrille Monday dVerse Poets Pub; De Jackson is
asking us to create a 44-word poem using the word “Friday”.

My poem is a Dectina Refrain:
1st line is 1 syllable, 2nd line is 2 syllables
3rd line is 3 syllables, and so on for 9 lines;
the 10th line is comprised of the first four lines

as one stand-alone sentence.

Our
Friday
night dinner
we wait all week
to sit on the couch
and eat sexy pizza
with cheese like hot melted love,
gooey and deliciously good,
and we drink tall glasses of red wine.
Our Friday night dinner we wait all week

NAR©2024
44 Words
#TGIF

This is “Makin’ Whoopee” by Dr. John and Rickie Lee Jones

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Halcyon Days

Written for Friday Fictioneers.
The challenge: to write a story of 100 words or less,
as inspired by the photo prompt below. Here is my story.

Photo Prompt © Susan Rouchard

After the wake, a few of us went back to our sister-in-law’s house. A question tap-danced in my brain: now that my husband’s brother was dead, was his widow still our sister-in-law or will she eventually be erased from the familial slate, ties severed, connections lost?

The room which they call ‘the office’ was a confusion of books, photo albums and memorabilia piled high like Babel.

Flipping through yellowed snapshots, we spotted her, the widow, in every image …. halcyon days when we all spoke the language of youth and happiness …. and my question was answered.

She is family.

NAR©2024
100 Words

This is Jim Capaldi with “Old Photographs”

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The Cruel Mother

Written for Weekend Writing Prompt #358 ~ Superscript

Just like something out of the evening news.

Did the attractive young woman, a former nurse and mother of one toddler, actually feed her little boy bleach or was it just a dreadful accident?

How could any jury not believe the clean-faced white woman in the proper skirt and blouse as she tearfully recounted the events of that horrific morning?

But they did believe her and only the most perceptible viewer in the courtroom or the living room caught the slightest cold-blooded superscript curl of her top left lip.

NAR©2024
89 Words

This is Emily Smith with “The Cruel Mother”

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The Suit

Written for Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge ~ Black

Bill & Jim © NAR

Bill stood at his open closet mumbling and cursing under his breath as he pulled out one pair of pants after the other. He was in a mood that has no definition or perhaps many definitions, none of them good. He was searching for something to wear for the funeral of his twin brother, Jim, who died suddenly on April 2. Had it been anyone else’s funeral, Bill would have just pulled out a suitable pair of pants and a dress shirt, but this was his brother and he said he needed his black suit. He couldn’t find it in the closet and he was getting angry but, of course, the errant suit was not the cause for his consternation. I walked to the closet and spotted the suit immediately. Handing it to Bill, I hugged him and kissed his cheek. As I ironed his shirt I could hear him crying softly. “Why’d you have to go and die, Jim?”

NAR©2024

This is Brooks and Dunn with “Believe”

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Ponte dei Sospiri

Written for Friday Fictioneers. Greetings, friends. Some of you know, others do not. We had a death in the family last week … my husband’s twin brother passed away on Tuesday. I’ve taken some time off from writing but now I’m ready to return. You may read about our loss here if you are so inclined. Thank you for your thoughts. This is my story today.

© Sandra Crook

It wasn’t in the evening when a calm tide rolls out, nor in the early morning as the glorious sun rises but rather in the middle of the day, just after noon when he crossed the bridge and left us stunned and lost. One minute he was with us …. happy, strong and alive. The next he was gone, in an instant, in the blink of an eye, he crossed the bridge and slipped away. We had no time to prepare, no time to say “Goodbye and fare thee well, brother”. He was just gone, peacefully and silently across the bridge.

NAR©2024

This is “Bridge of Sighs” by Robin Trower

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Lovin’ From The Oven

Written for Weekend Writing Prompt #357
using the word “temperature” in exactly 37 words.

Oven temperature set for 425ºF.

Brush turkey liberally with melted butter. Sprinkle with salt and drape bird with bacon strips. Place in oven and go watch the Macy’s Parade.

Return to heavenly, scrumptious golden-brown deliciousness.

Happy Easter!

NAR©2024
37 Words

This is “Easter Parade” by Frank Sinatra

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Rite Of Passage

Our gracious host Rochelle at Friday Fictioneers
is encouraging us to get creative in 100 words or less
using this photo as our inspiration. This is my story.

© Dale Rogerson

In the 7th grade, ballroom dance class was a rite of passage – a Friday night event that lasted six months, culminating in a semiformal dinner-dance. The boys wore ties and jackets, the girls in party dresses and white gloves. It was not mandatory but if you didn’t sign up, you were snubbed. It was the highlight of the year …. not for the 12-year-old students but rather for their moms.

My son balked but signed up.

You’ll never regret knowing how to dance”, I told him.

Since then, I’ve seen him dance on two occasions – his wedding and his brother’s.

NAR©2024
100 Words

This is “Ballroom Dancing”  by Paul McCartney

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Fire Dance

Written for Story Starter – Saturday Mix and
Weekend Writing Prompt #356

prompt word ‘froward’ – 46 words exactly

In a fit of rage, she smashed her champagne glass on the marble floor and stared defiantly at him.

“I dare you!” she challenged, her breasts heaving.

How he adored this obstinate, froward redhead he’d married. He pulled her to him, hungrily kissing her swollen lips.

NAR©2024
46 Words

This is “Fire Dance” by Rainbow

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Park Avenue

Our delightful host Rochelle at Friday Fictioneers
has offered this challenge: to write creatively in
100 words or less in response to this photo.
Here is my story in 100 words.

Photo Prompt © Roger Bultot

Each morning they would incline their respective hospital beds, draw back their curtains an inch and raise binoculars to their eyes. They would wave, smile radiantly and lift a hand-written note which read “Wanna blow this joint?”

A different note followed at noon and 9PM. And they’d laugh!

They found each other by accident, two teenage girls occupying apartments diagonally across Park Avenue. Each was bedridden with the ubiquitous daily flow of boring people in and out of their rooms …. parents, nurses, doctors.

It was indescribably joyful to have a secret friend.

These were the highlights of their days.

NAR©2024
100 Words

This is Bette Midler with “Friends”

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Catch Of The Day

Sammi at Weekend Writing Prompt is challenging us to
get creative with the word “adventure” in exactly 76 words.
This is my response to that word challenge.

Bill and his blackfish

You ever have that feeling you get when you meet someone for the first time …. and you know?

That’s what happened to me when I first met Bill …. almost 56 years ago to the day. It was our first date, the dreaded blind date, but we had chemistry and we still do.

Sure, we’ve had our misunderstandings …. who hasn’t? …. but what an adventure our life has been.

He’s the fisherman but I caught a keeper!

NAR©2024
76 Words

These are The Marvelettes and this is “Don’t Mess With Bill”

A summer flounder …. and Bill

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Frosted Flakes

Our lovely host, Rochelle, at Friday Fictioneers
has offered up this photo prompt to inspire us
to write creatively using 100 words or less.
This is my 100-word story from days in Montauk.

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Surf rods are the heaviest and longest rods you can get. They’re designed to cast very far distances and pull in heavier fish from breaking waves. Depending on which bait you’re using – worms, squid, bunker – you’ll need to choose the right rig.”

Bill quietly explained to our pre-school boys, blissfully ignoring the fact that the rods were four times taller than them.

“This is a science, boys. You have to be patient and psyche out the fish.” The kiddos were gleefully lost in their mini boxes of Frosted Flakes.

Bill was content; this was cherished father/son time. Pivotal first steps.

NAR©2024
100 Words

This is “Just Fishing” by Trace Adkins

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In The Dark

A Dectina Refrain and a short poem
for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt.
Word requirement is 65, prompt word is “tap”.

Tap
tapping
on my door.
Who can it be?
It’s too dark to see
but the noise just won’t stop.
I get up from the sofa
and tippy toe to the front door;
peek through the window but no one’s there.
Tap tapping on my door. Who can it be?

Noise from outside.
It’s too dark to see.
No place to hide.
Stop watching me!

NAR©2024


This is Billy Squier with “In The Dark”

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Old Glory

The gracious Rochelle at Friday Fictioneers
is challenging us to write something creative
in 100 words or less to go with this photo.
This is my response to that challenge.

Photo Prompt © Rowena Curtin

I’ve been married so long, Betsy Ross was my maid of honor!

Our first house was an impressive five-bedroom Colonial with loads of property. Fifty-two years ago it cost $68,000; today that money can buy a car.

The house was white with navy blue trim and a red door. As an excited new homeowner and proud American, I planted red and white impatiens and coral red begonias in all the window boxes.

There was no white picket fence but we did have a proper flagpole and hoisted Old Glory every morning …. much to the chagrin of my communist next-door neighbor.

NAR©2024
100 Words

This is “Our House” by Crosby, Stills & Nash

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Purification

Not
a peep
did she make
in her white dress
receiving the Holy Spirit.
Amen.

NAR©2024
15 Words

This is Dalai Lama meditation, “Purification”

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Working Man

Our gracious host Rochelle at Friday Fictioneers
has another intriguing photo for us to reflect on
and create something clever in 100 words or less.
In 100 words, this is what the photo said to me.

PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind

Gary finished heating up his Hungry Man TV dinner …. fried chicken with a side of mash, corn and a big honking brownie for dessert. His stomach grumbled at the aroma of that juicy breast still sizzling hot from the oven.

Man, this is the life!” Gary thought. He plopped down onto his beloved Barca-Lounger and popped open a Mountain Dew, swigging half the bottle in three huge gulps followed by an explosive burp.

Every weekday mopping floors at the local elementary school, decorating his trailer with cool stuff from Lost and Found.

“Fuckin’ A! It’s a freakin’ ‘Monk’ marathon!”

NAR©2023
100 Words

This is Loverboy with “Working For The Weekend”

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A Little Alone Time

Sammi at Weekend Writing Prompt
has challenged us to write something clever
in exactly 91 words, using the word “intent”.
This is my response in exactly 91 words.

Angie eased into the bathtub.

Her once lithe and graceful body had been rebelling for a while; now it had declared mutiny.

She didn’t expect to have free time today so this moment of solitude was bliss.

Angie barely had time to relax when she heard the persistent nudging on the door; a black paw soon found its way into the narrow opening.

Sidney, the cat.

He was intent on getting into the bathroom to see what Angie was up to without him.

“Sid!” Angie scolded playfully. “A little privacy, please!”

NAR©2024
91 Words

This is Rufus Wainwright with “Alone Time”

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Remains Of The Day

Rochelle, our gracious host at Friday Fictioneers,
has challenged us to write a story of 100 words or less,
using the photo below as inspiration. This is my story.

Photo Copyright Alicia Jamtaas

Too many arguments, too many years of spiteful words. She’d had enough.

He walked into their bedroom where she was packing. “How can you do this, like it was nothing?”

Like it was nothing? Do you really think this is easy, like tossing out yesterday’s leftovers?”

Twenty-three years, Beth. You can’t throw that away.”

Would you just let it be, Sam, and go to work.”

I’ll see you when I get home, Beth.”

“Oblivious” she murmured.

Of course she was gone when he returned. Nothing left but remains of the day.

And he didn’t have a clue what to do.

NAR©2024
100 Words

This is Steve Tyrell with “A House Is Not A Home”

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Endless Love – Part 2

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers Fun with Rochelle! Here’s something different for you today. I wrote Part 2 to Dale Rogerson’s terrific story,  Endless Love and piggy backed my story onto hers. Here’s the link to Dale’s site; please read her story before mine. Thanks to our host Rochelle and my friend Dale for a fun read and a great photo!

© Dale Rogerson

Aw, do you love me, Baby?

Oh, Honey, you know I do.

Then come and show me, Baby.

Now, Sugar Cookie, what if I slip and hurt something important?

I’ll give you my very special TLC, Baby.

Really, Sweet Pea?  What kind of TLC?

Why, I’d give you some hugging, Baby.

Then what, Munchkin?

Some squeezing, Baby.

Ooh, then what, Turtle Dove?

Some kissing, Baby.

Oh, Sugar Lips, I do love your hugging and squeezing and kissing.

You coming over tonight, Baby?

Aw, Honey Pie. It’s freezing outside.

But it’s sizzling in here, Baby.

Mmm, Sweetness! Nothing’s gonna stop me!

This is Mickey and Sylvia with “Lover Boy”

NAR©2024
100 Words

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Revenge Bill

Rochelle at Friday Fictioneers has challenged us
once again to create something amazing
in 100 words or less to go with the photo prompt below.
Here is my 100-word response to that challenge.

© Peter Abbey

“What are they looking at, Bob.”

“Something rather barbaric, Ellen. I think we should just move along.”

“What do you mean ‘barbaric’? Now I’m feeling both disturbed and curious.”

“It’s an execution, Ellen.”

“An execution? Here …. out in the open? When did that become legal?”

“Last week. It’s the “Revenge Bill”. Convicted murderers can be executed the same way they killed their victims. In the cage is the “Bathtub Murderer”. He’ll be lowered into the water and kept there until he drowns. These people watching are the victim’s family members.”

“OMG! That’s dreadful!”

“An eye for an eye, Ellen.”

NAR©2024
100 Words

NB: This is a fiction piece and must be regarded as such. My beliefs regarding capital punishment or my political/religions/humanitarian leanings are strictly personal and are not up for discussion on a public forum such as WordPress unless I specifically choose to do so.

This is Unkle with “Eye For An Eye”

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Until Now

Rochelle at Friday Fictioneers
has challenged us to respond to this photo

in 100 words or less. Here is my story.

Photo Prompt © Susan Rouchard

Hard to imagine life without her. When the hell did everything start to unravel?

He sat alone in the shell of their apartment nursing his second Dewars. Once upon a time this place was alive with people enjoying one of their famous dinner parties. He could hear the sound of her spirited laugh when someone told a dirty joke. 

They were the perfect couple, the envy of all their friends. Theirs was an easy, comfortable marriage. They were in sync in their choices of restaurants, paint colors and the biggest decision of all .… neither one wanted kids.

Until now.

NAR©2024
100 Words

This is Landon Austin with “Blindsided”

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