Debris on river banks.

Copyright–Sandra Crook

Well, here we are this week, gathered in a virtual cabin beside a stream in the woods. It would be even prettier if it hadn’t flooded recently, washing debris up onto the shores. It’s peaceful though. We’re here to discuss our original stories for Friday Fictioneers. Our gracious and talented hostess for this gathering is author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The weekly challenge for this group is to write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was supplied by Sandra Crook. Thanks again Sandra.

The link for all other stories is as follows:


Genre:  Realistic Fiction

Word Count:  100 Words


Luke hadn’t contacted a family member in ages. He was a drinker– had been for years.

After his wife died in the car accident, he lost his will to live.

Sixty and let go from his job when the company downsized, crying inside, he felt like human refuse.

He’d sold the house, but bills and booze ate up the money.  Sleeping in his car, he ached from the bone-chilling cold. His fingers felt numb.

Christmas was coming and he was now freezing and lonely. Should he call his only sister?

He did. He heard the words, “Come home to us Luke.”


26 thoughts on “DISAPPEARED

  1. I hope his sister’s welcome gives him the strength he needs to rebuild. If I could offer some construction criticism, I’d have enjoyed a bit more emotion in this. It felt quite detached and reporting. I liked the build of bad news on bad news and the dose of hope at the end.


  2. I agree with Rochelle. She has a tough road ahead. I traveled that road with my dad and now my brother is on the same path. It is very sad indeed! I enjoyed your story Suzanne but I also felt the underlining sadness and despair. Very well said! XXOO


  3. Thanks Priceless. My parents weren’t alcoholics, but I had other relatives who were. I had an older cousin who died from the damage it did to her. I remember her daughter being ashamed to bring friends to the house. She was physically stunning and a nice, generous person but very addicted. A couple of my men relatives worked until they retired, but one had to take early retirement because he was expected to attend cocktail parties as part of his job. That’s where I got the idea for my story. He used to start the day by putting alcohol in his orange juice first thing in the morning. I sincerely believe some people are born with an addictive nature and have to be very careful. — Suzanne


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