Appreciate the Falls – Friday Fictioneers – 11/23/18


Photo Prompt – Dale Rogerson

Alice shook her head as she wiped tears from her eyes. It took some convincing  to accept the idea her husband proposed of alternating anniversary trips devised by each of them. Allen had a long history of under performance at planning anything, but she loved him and wanted to believe he could do better.

“You promised!” Alice sobbed.

“What?” Allen asked. “You said you loved waterfalls. This is a waterfall.”

“I want to see the falls at Niagra!”

“But to properly appreciate them you must see this first!”

“Okay, I saw it.”

“Then you’ll want these plane tickets to Niagra!”




Water Takes All – Friday Fictioneers – 11/16/18



Felix stood silently looking at the way things must have been. The waters rose so fast there was just no way to avoid them. He tried to imagine the panic the family felt when they were swept away from their vehicle down this part of the West Valley river. He could see the hand prints where they tried to hold on. There was still a narrow collection of folks who thought they may still be found alive, but he wasn’t among them. This was going to be one of those stories that stayed with him for a long, long time.



Art for Mama – Friday Fictioneers – 11/09/18



Being an art dealer led Jenny to see so many unusual pieces, but she stood dumbfounded as she took in the latest creation of her stellar creator  Jack.

“What the heck Jack?”

“Don’t you just love it?”

“Ummm, well . . .”

Jenny slowly circled the object unsure how she would ever be able to sell it.

“I know,” Jack said. “I will tell her.”

Jenny narrow her eyes, suspecting he had an ear bud to talk to someone on his cell.

Her stomach flopped when he turned with nothing in his ear.

“Mother loves it!”

“Your dead mother?”

It was her idea!”



Fleeced by the Nephew – Friday Fictioneers – 10/31/18


Chess is supposed to be a challenging game, one requiring a certain level of thought. So when my little nephew Liam asked me to teach him the game I thought “what could a five year old understand?”

But then he knelt slightly at the table and peered across like he was looking into the soul of each piece.

“Your horsey thing doesn’t like that spot. He wants the castle to take his place so he can be over there,” Liam said pointing at another space on the board.

To appease him I rearranged as he suggested.

“It’s called Checkmate, right?”



Egg in the Ceiling- Friday Fictioneers – 10/26/18

Photo copyright – Roger Bultot

“Are we going to the egg?” five year old Stanley asked as he allowed his mother to towel him off from his morning bath. His mom continued in her morning routine, not slowing long enough to entertain the question. Her youngest child, the fourth, would start school in six days and she was happy to have the last time with him, but they were running late.

“Mom, are we going to the egg?”

“We will take our breakfast,” Mom answered as they moved toward the door.

At their destination Stanley pointed upwards, “It is the egg!”



Money Names the Project – Friday Fictioneers – 10/19/18

PHOTO PROMPT © Jilly Funelli


“Okay folks, this is the one. This advertising campaign could put us over the top! Let’s hear your pitches!”

The six employees gazed at the 560 foot tall tower as their minds began to work.

“It looks like a beater from my mum’s blender,” Arthur remarked.

“We can’t sell that!” Jillian barked.

“The White Sail!” Liam announced.

“Silly Boy! Spinnaker is a type of sail!” Wyatt snapped.

“The Glittering Bow,” Charlotte crowed, thinking of the night time view.

“Maybe two campaigns,” Boss Sam reasoned.

An old woman, listening from the start said, “No wonder they let the money provider choose it!”



The Leaning Tower of Mockingbird Lane – Friday Fictioneers – 10/12/18



Grumbling was heard from two locales, 33 Mockingbird Lane and 35 Mockingbird Lane. A sturdy iron fence clearly defined the boundary between the properites, yet disagreement was a daily if not hourly thing.

But now there was the leaning tower of Mockingbird Lane.

“It is not leaning,” Rucker announced.

“Is too!” Cramer shouted. He then produced a large construction square and slid it against the base of the structure.

“Oh my square, thank you very much,” Rucker said jerking it away.

“Wait, you need to see how it leans,” Cramer boomed.

“That old square’s off by 12 degrees.”

“Nearly as much as you!”




A Different Shell Game – Friday Fictioneers – 10/05/18

Photo copyright – Sandra Crook

Liam brought five friends this time. None believed his words. But here they sat, watching his grandmother, blind as she was, fingering the shells and describing each one as if she saw them.

Benny stepped forward and grabbed one she already named and asked her to try again.

She smiled, looked off as if peering into her memory and named it again.

“Okay, pay up!” Liam said as they filed out shaking heads.

Moments later Liam returned as his grandmother peeled the opaque contacts from her eyes.

“How much?” she asked.

“Seven-fifty for you and seven-fifty for me, the suckers!”



Cool Your Steel – Friday Fictioneers – 09/28/18

ff092818 Lou scrambled through the marble halls of the Czech mansion, looking for the room where his salvation awaited. The Russian spy he thought he’d unsuccessfully wooed suddenly changed her ways and gave him the location of his pistol. All he had to do was get to it before “they” could get to him.

His heels dug hard on the solid floor, echoing loudly in the hallway. It would give him away, but if he didn’t find the weapon he was a goner anyway.

Finally at his destination his eyes darted for the ice bucket she said was here. Was it?