CAMPING IN QUEBEC

 

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Here we are again another week. We’ve gathered this time at a campsite to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneers group. Our hostess for the gathering is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for each of us this week and every week is to write a story with no more than 100 words, not counting the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by Jan Wayne Fields, Rochelle’s husband. Thanks, Jan.

To read the other stories by group members, just click on the link given below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link for this week’s stories is as follows:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/11/30/2-december-2016/

Genre: Nonfiction

Word Count: 100 Words

CAMPING IN QUEBECΒ by P.S. Joshi

Before I was born, my dad used to go camping and fishing in Quebec, Canada. On one trip, he took my mother with him.

He’d carefully fastened the camping equipment to the top of his car. At least he thought he had.

At one stop they discovered all the equipment had loosened and fallen off.

He drove back to the nearest village he’d passed through and went to the village priest. Dad knew he’d speak English.

They waited while the priest inquired. Sure enough, all the equipment was returned.

Dad was impressed by the honesty of those French-Canadian people.

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60 thoughts on “CAMPING IN QUEBEC

  1. Great story, Suzanne. A few years ago, I had some ramps that I load the 4 wheeler with slide out of the back of my truck. When we went back to look for them, some nice people had picked them up and leaned them against the fence in front of their house, hoping the owner would come by. I certainly appreciated their honesty, as did your father.

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    • Thanks, Mandi. It was kind of them. I’d also like to think people are the same. That was in the 1930’s but I think there are still many good people. I’ve met some nice one’s when traveling. I’m pleased you liked the story. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne

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  2. Very nice story, Suzanne. I have never been through Canada at all, so this is a good publicity piece of sorts. πŸ˜‰ My family used an RV to camp with. Hahaha! I guess we couldn’t do without the “conveniences”, huh?

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