Friday Fictioneers: dinner with friends

For Friday, March 11, 2016.   Yes,  it is very late this week, but does meet the deadline.  😉

Another winner of a prompt from our purveyor of perfect photo prompts – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields!  Thanks, Rochelle.  🙂

emmylgantPHOTO PROMPT – © Emmy L Gant

Dinner With Friends

Butchered and put into the freezer for keeping Harold consumed his parts bit by bit over the year. He searched the shops for just the right seasonings to prepare each bite. Deliciously braised, roasted, or stewed he prepared them with care, then invited friends and neighbors over to enjoy his lovely culinary delights.

After each feast he’d sneak the bones out in the dark of the night to dispose of them in public bins. Tonight’s deposit; two femurs.

Don’t you find it odd he did this?  Safe to bet, it kept the neighboring dogs from tipping them out to take home.

Words:  100

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Friday Fictioneers: grandfather’s chair

thoreau-bannerIt’s time once again for Friday Fictioneers which is brought to you each week by Rochelle at Addicted to Purple.
Thank you, Rochelle!

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~My entry for August 15, 2014 ~

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Grandfather’s Chair

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PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields

Gazing at Grandfather’s self portrait reminded her of the many times she’d sat in his lap watching him work. After the funeral, Grandmother promised she’d put stickers on all the things she knew us kids wanted,

“No confusion this way” she winked.

When Grandmother passed, her brother called to say he’d auctioned off the old homestead,

” More fair this way.” he’d said.

Years later, when traveling cross country, Emily spied a chair like Grandfather’s in a junk shop and bought it. Loading it into the car the shopkeeper reached out to remove a small sticker.

“NO, leave it!” she cried.

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Words: 100

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What will you write?

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Friday Fictioneers: The game

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge using  a photo prompt.

THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)

THE KEY:

Make every word count.

As always, thanks goes out to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, at Addicted to Purple for encouraging us, and a special thank you to John Nixon for the use of his photograph.

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The Game

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When Moira’s memory began to fade she became shy about going into public, so Henry devised a game to get her out of the house.  He began taking her little treasures to the second-hand store.  Bringing in one of her curiosities Sally the shopkeeper would hold it aside.

Moira seemed to enjoy her weekly visits and sure enough, she would spy her item, and her face would light up.   “Oh,  Look Henry, I used to have one of these!  Do you remember it?”

Today, Sally noticed him alone and hesitating at the door.  Crying she whispered,   “I’m sorry Henry.”

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WORDS:  exactly 100

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Creative Writing: the elopement

I haven’t been writing much lately.   Too busy shopping for Farmlets, packing and sorting.  Then I found the photo below in my mail box.   It’s from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Addicted to Purple.

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS

THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)

THE KEY:

Make every word count.

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For the Friday, May 10th deadline, I offer you,

icon-grill-ted-strutzCopyright-Ted Strutz

The Elopement

Arriving with her little suitcase she sat in the bar against the wall.  She preferred this seat because it afforded her the best vantage for surveying the room.  From here she could see the length of the room from the front window to the back entrance.  Ordering herself a drink for the evening she expectantly watched and waited till closing.

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All the regulars knew this was Juliette’s seat and they made sure it was always waiting for her by telling her story:

“Yeah!   Her boyfriend tells her,  ‘Meet me at 6:00 and we’ll elope.’  That was over twenty years ago…”

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