begin-the-routeCopyright–Jean L. Hays

 We’re gathered together again this week in a virtual old cafe along Historic Route 66. Our hostess is gracious and talented author and artist Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We’re here again to discuss our original stories for the week as the Friday Fictioneers. The challenge for this group is for each of us 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 Jean L. Hays. Thanks Jean.

The link for all other stories is as follows. Be sure to click on the little blue frog in the blue box:


Genre:  Nonfiction

Word Count:  100 Words


In the gap year our son took between high and college, he and a friend decided to travel Route 66. They had it planned. The friend had a new van, and they decided to tent camp when they could.

They didn’t go all the way to LA, but did see some sights such as the Grand Canyon and some of the old memorabilia along the way.

Coming back, our son was driving and started to doze off. By the time the police car pulled him over, his speed was in the 90’s. The officer had saved their lives.




Black Hawk helicopter lifting off

This is my contribution to Mondays Finish the Story for this week. Every Monday a new picture prompt is given along with the first sentence to be used for the story. The story is to be written with only 100-150 additional words. I’ve bolded the first sentence given with the picture prompt.

The link for all other stories is as follows. Be sure to click on the little blue frog in the blue box:


Genre:  Realistic Fiction

Word Count:  147+15+2=164


Silently as the people watched, the Black Hawk helicopter lifted into the air.

Half an hour before, two men had robbed the First Savings Bank in Morristown. The sheriff had called Vern Richmond for help. Vern owned an old Black Hawk helicopter.

He’d bought it back in 1999 in a government auction and had a special building built on his property to house it.

The robbers were seen heading down Evanstown Road. Both were reported to have been shot by the bank guard.

Two deputies were directed to follow in the cruiser while the sheriff flew with Vern to locate the car.

They soon spotted it on the Evanstown Road near where it branched off to Pinkerton. It was pulled off to the side, and both men were lying on the ground. When they heard the helicopter, one got up and raised his hands. Vern landed, and the sheriff raised his gun and climbed out. “End of the line boys,”  he said.

Symbol for Monday's Finish the Story



The marble angel

This is my contritution to Sunday Photo Fiction for January 4, 2015. Every Sunday a new photo prompt is given. The weekly challenge is to write an original story with no more than 200 words. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week.

The link for all other stories is as follows. Be sure to click on the little blue frog in the blue box to read all the other stories:


Genre:  Depends on what you believe. As for me,

who wants to be alone?

Word Count:  200 Words


Larry was four. He had been sent by The Creator as many believe all are. As we grow older, we tend to forget the place we came from as is natural.

Larry told his mother, “Mommy, I have the nicest friend. He said he’ll protect me.”

His mother thought, “Isn’t that nice. I’m glad he feels secure and happy.” She also noticed him talking to this “imaginary friend.” She’d heard this was not uncommon with small children, so gave it little thought.

There is a belief among many people that there are guardian angels, one assigned to each child, and we’re never truly alone; one day when we die, we’ll meet that angel.

One day Larry came down with a high fever and went into a coma. He was taken to the hospital and treatment began. His parents took turns at his bedside. The doctor was unsure whether he’d pull through. His parents began a prayer vigil. This went on for several weeks. His temperature came down somewhat and finally broke.

The first thing Larry told his parents was, “My friend was there and said it wasn’t time for me to leave you yet.”

What do you believe?

Sunday Photo Fiction Image

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