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:
http://rochellewisofffields.worpress.com/2015/02/18/20-february-2015/
Genre: Humor Fiction
Word Count: 100 Words
JACK’S VISIT By P.S. Joshi
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.”
Musings on Life & Experience 
And of such stuff are childhood memories indelibly laid down in the mind. Good one Suzanne.
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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. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Ahh, a sweet one this week.
Claire
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Thanks, Claire. Thas was a childhood memory of my dad’s. He was told the story and then found painter’s brushes. I remembered him telling it. I’m glad you liked the story. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Such a sweet story!
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Thanks, Karen. I’m so glad you liked the story. It was a memory of my Dad’s. He knew the story and found painter’s brushes. 🙂 — Suzanne
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I love this.. the end was just too funny and sweet.. this is one of my favorites from you I have read.
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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. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Such a happy upbeat story about the wonder of childhood.
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Thanks, Diana. I’m so glad you liked the story. It was a memory of my dad’s from his childhood. He told some great stories. 🙂 — Suzanne
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The end caught me delightfully off guard. Kudos.
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Thanks, Alicia. I’m so glad you liked the story. It was a memory of my dad’s from his childhood. He was told about Jack and found the painter’s brushes. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Not sure which is more of an unbelievable miracle. 😉 Jack Frost or his dad doing the work as asked…. I think maybe it was Jack Frost after all. Made me laugh at the end.
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Thanks, Anne. It was a story my dad told from his childhood. He was told the story about Jack, then found a painter’s brushes. I’m so glad you enjoyed the story. 🙂 — Suzanne
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a very nice ending. love it
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Thanks, Plaridel. I’m so glad you loved the story and its ending. It was a memory of my dad’s. He was the little boy and he found a painter’s brushes. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Ah, the innocent days of childhood. A gentle tale, well told. 🙂
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Thanks, Archon. It was from one of my dad’s memories. He was the boy and he found a painter’s brushes. I’m so glad you liked it. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Dear Suzanne,
What a sweet tale of childhood innocence. Keep those memories coming. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle. I’m so glad you liked the story. My dad told some funny stories from his childhood memories. 🙂 — Suzanne
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To have the imagination of a child again… this was wonderful!
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Thanks, Gahlearner. I’m so glad you liked the story. I thoroughly agree. The imagination of a child is fantastic. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Sweet little story! It’s nice to believe in such things for a while.
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Thanks, Ali. That was my dad. He was a true believer, especially when he found the painter’s brushes. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Suzanne, a lovely retelling of a perfect childhood memory. I really enjoyed this.
janet
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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. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Dear Suzanne, Childhood memories are full of magic which makes them even better! What a cute story to pass down in your family – very cute and endearing! Nan 🙂
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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. 🙂 — Suzann e
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A lovely take on this one.
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Thanks, Yarnspinnerr. I’m so glad you liked the story. The little boy was my dad who found a painter’s brushes. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Nicely done Suzanne! I enjoyed the wonder in the little boy!
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Thanks, Barb. The little boy was my dad who knew the story of Jack and found a painter’s brushes. 🙂 — Suzanne
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That is so cool! 🙂
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This is a really sweet little story, putting the magic into childhood memories. 🙂
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Thanks, Afairymind. I’m so glad you liked the story. Childhood memories can be magic. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Absolutely delightful and a welcome change from all the dramatic and doom laden tales!
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Thanks, Keith. I like to write comedy sometimes. I’m so glad you liked the story. 🙂 — Suzanne
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You, or Jack, painted that tale so well.
Randy
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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. 🙂 — Suzanne
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I loved this Suzanne! It makes it even more sweeter to read that it was an actual memory of your father’s.
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Thanks, Joy. I’m so glad you loved the story. I enjoyed it when my dad told it. 🙂 — Suzanne
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I can understand why. The things we believe when we were “wee” little people is comical. Your dad must have had a wonderful ability to laugh at himself.
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He could laugh at himself, especially about things that happened when he was growing up. I loved his stories. He laughed along with me. It was great. 🙂
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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.
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Thanks, Amy. Yes, it was a memory of my dad’s. He was told about Jack, then found a painter’s brushes. I’s so glad you loved it. 🙂 — Suzanne
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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
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Thanks, Marie Gail, and you’re welcome. I’m glad I brought back happy memories. Thanks for the encouragement. 🙂 — Suzanne
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There’s little that’s more refreshing and positive than a child’s innocence!
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Thanks, Michael. That’s very true. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Suzanne. memories of childhood winters came flooding back, well done.
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Thanks, Dee. I’m so glad I brought back happy memories for you. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Such sweet memories and wonderfully put into a story, Suzanne.
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Thanks, Norma. I’m so glad you liked the story. Thanks for the encouragement. 🙂 —Suzanne
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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!
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Thanks, Russell. I’m so glad you liked the story, and it brought back happy memories for you. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Awww..I love a fairytale!
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Thanks, Dawn. I’m so glad you enjoyed it. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Ohhh…the innocence of children. To be that way again… Good one!
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Thanks, Hugmamma. That’s one of my dad’s memories. He was a true believer when he was little. He had some great stories. I’m so glad you enjoyed it. 🙂 — Suzanne
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A nice story. It is sad to think about how his childish illusions will eventually be shattered, but that’s life, and you’ve captured the wide-eyed wonder of childhood.
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This is a wonderful memory-story, Suzanne. I like that it’s the father telling the story and the mother objecting – thought that was sweet.
Hope all is well,
Ellespeth
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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. 🙂 — Suzanne
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