Friday, August 19, 2016

The Nest

Copyright Janet Webb
In his excitement at attaining fatherhood Mr Chen didn’t even notice the awkward silence in the hospital’s nursery.  His wife had been subdued in the months leading up to the delivery.  But Mr Chen knew all about hormonal changes and mood swings.

Their tiny apartment with its thin walls and lack of privacy meant that she really couldn’t get the rest she deserved.

But he was an optimist and knew his time would come.  Like Mr H, his cartoon eared neighbour, who had moved to a better place.

He was totally enamoured by the baby with the Mickey Mouse ears.

Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100

Hoping  that a few more visitors will venture to explore the hornet's nest this week.  To  read the other writers this week click here.  

Friday, August 12, 2016

Telling Porkies

Copyright – Adam Ickes
Grendel the troll was worried.  The family fortunes had been in decline during the past decade. 

Contrary to popular fairy tales earning revenue from bridges was not easy.  The bridge had higher revenue collected in the 2015-16 fiscal year than the previous year.  Yet it had not climbed to the breakeven point against the bridge's borrowing and other operating costs.

The loss of his trusted collector, Dunker, stomped and gored by Billy Goat Gruff rankled.  What he needed to do was to diversify.  The scheme for supplying premium pork range was good.  Could he really trust the Big Bad Wolf?

Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100

To walk across the bridge and read the other writers this week click here.

My original entry for this story was a little more somber, read it here

If you did wonder about the title, here is an explanation.

Saturday, August 06, 2016

Bar None


“So what have you here?”

She said that in a breathless tone that always had the desired effect.

He sucked his stomach in and edged closer.  It always was a game and this one was under control. 

There really had been no expense spared when they built this bar.  He had made it quite clear that he deserved it.

“For you my dear a cocktail to match our mood” he smirked. 


The investigator paused the footage.

“Do you want to see the rest Mrs D?”

She knew the settlement would be on her terms.

“I’ve seen enough”, she smirked.

Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100

Wrote this during my usual Friday evening pit stop.  Yep at the airport waiting for the ride home.

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Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Flotsam and Jetsam


I saw him under the bridge arranging his belongings.  It was my walking route where the final stretch took me under the arches and up the steps leading to my office. He tipped his hat politely and resumed sorting his possessions.

Every day I’d meander by the river bank making my way through the park.  Stopping only to take photos and the mandatory uploads to Facebook. He was now a permanent occupant curled up under the bridge with his worldly goods in a trolley.

I never saw him after the flood, just some lurking flotsam and jetsam in the water.

Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100

I do disembark from the bus and take a walk by the river each morning.  The route does take me under a bridge but that is where reality ends and fiction takes over.  The title a nod to a story by one of my favourite writers Somerset Maugham.

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Sunday, July 24, 2016

Hot Dog

PHOTO PROMPT- Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields

He stood on the deck, inhaling the salty breeze as the statue loomed into the view. It was time to reflect on the events of last week.

“Sausage in bread? A Kabanosy you vill sell? Is crazy I tell you.  Vill never vork.”

The investors were discouraging but Ida’s reassuring squeeze gave him the courage to push his proposal.  Ultimately the samples spiced with her secret recipe would win them over.

All these years he had worked for Mr Feltman as a roll cutter making “dachshund sandwich”.  Now it was time for him to start his very own “grab joint”.

Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100

An attempt at historical fiction and nothing more important than hot dogs.  Actually I started looking up the history of the Statue and Coney Island and the story of Nathan Handwerker came up.  As someone who appreciates a good hot dog, how could I let it go?  Apparently there is also a documentary on him,

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Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Breaking Baad

I've been negligent of this blog recently.  A combination of work, travel and probably a lack of motivation and as a result the writing has fallen by the wayside.  I've been doubting my writing skills and the ability to tell a story, even the one in a hundred words.  I guess the only way to get over it is to start writing again.  But before that happens, it's time for my first rerun of a Friday Fictioneer prompt.  All the way back from May 2014! Whoa looks like I am a veteran too,

The Return of the Black Sheep

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

The Long Flight Home

copyright-Rich Voza

I have had these calls before.  We discuss myriad topics under the sun, the weather, the movies, sporting events and how the children are growing up.  And so it goes until next time when we repeat the same.  How many times did they end with an “I love you”?

I have had these calls before.  Calls after I talked to my father, listened in to my wife’s brother on Skype and hours after the last chat with my mother.  All unexpected but this time I was waiting for the call.  My brother-in-laws’s suffering was over.

And the long flight home.

Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100

It has been over a month since my brother-in-law passed away.  I didn't know how to express my emotions in this blog and have been silent for a while.  The courage and dignity with which he bore his suffering remains an example to our family.  He will be missed.

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