Friday Fictioneers

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It’s time for Friday Fictioneers. I have not participated in this fun writing exercise for many months, but I hope to start the habit again. A lovely blogger named Rochelle is the creative genius behind it. If you click on the link, you can read the rules about participation. The above photo is the inspiration for the 100 word story of the week.

A Long, Long Time Ago

Jacques  sat next to his grandson, trying to pry his attention from the action on the small screen. “Orphe,  look at this.” Jacques said pointing to the page. The tween glanced over, “What’s that?” “A wagon pulling hay.” The child stared at him. “This was from my vacation to the country years ago. A lot of farms. ” “Farm?” “A farm was a place where people used to grow food.” “Food?” Alan sighed, “People used to eat food everyday to nourish their bodies. That was before the decades of droughts .”  “Oh. Can I have my pill now?” “Yes. You can eat.”

wordcount: 100

Friday Fictioneers: The Future

For the second week in a row I am participating in Friday Fictioneers. (Could I be starting a new habit? )  For those of you who don’t know about this weekly challenge, click on the link to read more and find information on how to take part or read  other how others interpreted the photo. 

Photo by EL Applby

The Future

“What is that, Mom?” Griffin asked, his hand squeezing mine.

I thought  about how best to explain what had occurred within the last two decades, but fitting for a four year-old. He had to know because this would be his world.

“Scientists are working very hard to uh,” I wondered if I could lie to my son about the experiments.

“He’s kind of cute,” Griffin dragged his long, furry, paprika colored arm over the fence.

“Stop!” I said, rushing toward him, afraid of what that beast might do.

Griffin stroked his trunk. The creature trumpeted. Smiling, Griffin smacked his lips.

word count: 100

Friday Fictioneers: El Festival

Friday Fictioneers window-dressing-janet-webbIsabel felt disappointed in what she saw: one dress. She thought there would be more participation. In her small pueblo of Calzada de los Molinos,  residents displayed windmills in their windows  on the fourth Sunday of May. She thought the dresses would bring a sense of community.

She pushed a stray piece of dark hair from her heavily made-up face. “I’ll do it myself. ”

Isabel hurried to her apartment, gathering  dresses  from her closet. She balanced on  the fire escape wearing four-inch stiletto’s and fishnet stockings. She began to  hang naughty dresses  in the plaza on Red Light Street.

Inspiration and time forced me to take part in Friday Fictioneers again. I like being limited to 100 words because it forces me to decide what is redundant and what is important. I’d love to hear your reaction.