Copyright: Marie Gail Stratford

Here we are for aother week, gathered today in a virtual warm house, sheltered from the cold weather that’s frosted the window panes. We’re here as the Friday Fictioneers to discuss our original stories for this week. Our hostess for this gathering is the gracious and talented author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The 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 Marie Gail Stratford. Thank’s Marie Gail.

To read the other stories from group members, just click on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link for the other stories is as follows:


Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words


Billy, age five, was listening intently to his dad.

“Yes, every winter Jack Frost comes and paints the icy crystals onto the window panes.” His dad demonstrated painting.

Billy had seen the frosty patterns on the windows, and it made perfect sense.

His mother said, “Steve, are you telling fairy stories again to him? He’ll be so disappointed when he finds out what really happens. Oh, I need you to repaint the window trim. It’s looking worn.”

Steve got out the brushes and laid them near the window.

Billy saw them the next morning. “Dad, Jack came! See his brushes.”




63 thoughts on “JACK’S VISIT

    • Thanks, Sandra. That really was a childhood memory of my dad’s. Someone told him the story. Afterwards he found some brushes left by painters and thought they were Jacks”s. I’m so glad you liked the story. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne


    • Thanks, Bjorn. I’m so glad you liked the story. That was one of my dad’s stories. He knew the story about Jack, was a true believer, and found a painter’s brushes. Dad told some great stories from his childhood. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne


    • Thanks, Janet. That was one of my dad’s memories. He was a true believer, especially after he found the painter’s brushes. I’m glad you enjoyed the story so much. I used to enjoy listening to his memories. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne


    • Thanks, Nan. I’m so glad you enjoyed the story. This was one of my dad’s childhood memories. The difference was it wasn’t his dad’s brushes. Some painters had been there. I really enjoyed his stories. He was good at telling them. πŸ™‚ — Suzann e


    • Thanks, Randy. Neither Jack nor I painted that tale. That was one of my dad’s memories from childhood. He was told about Jack, then found a painter’s brushes. He was a true believer. I’m so glad you liked the story. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne


  1. I love magical stories like this. I think it’s very lucky his daddy is telling him these tales. I understand it’s a real memory of your father’s. That’s really special. Thanks for sharing, Suzanne. Nicely told.


  2. One of your best stories, in my opinion, Suzanne. I remember seeing that frost on the inside of the windows at my great grandma’s farm. We never stayed upstairs while we weren’t sleeping. so I don’t have the memories Laura Ingalls Wilder did of making more patterns in the frost with thimbles.

    Thanks for both the story and the good memories.

    All my best,
    Marie Gail


  3. Great slice of life, Suzanne. The house I grew up in had single-pane windows and frost would form. I also remember blowing hot breath on the glass and drawing pictures with my finger. What fun!


    • Thanks, Ellespeth. I’m so glad you liked the story. My dad used to enjoy telling stories from his experiences growing up. We’d both laugh. He wasn’t one to write them down though. I enjoyed them so much I remembered them. I doing okay. I may take some time off from the stories as my husband needs to go for tests, etc. I’m so glad I have a good caregiver for him.I hope you’re doing well. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne


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