Copyright — Janet Webb
Here we are, gathered this week in a small virtual cafe across the street from an old, empty house with a neglected flower garden. We’re here to discuss our original stories for Friday Fictioneers. Our talented and gracious 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 Janet Webb. Thanks Janet.
I didn’t get to read all last week’s stories I intended to and am later than usual with my story this week. I had a problem with both my cable and pen drive providers. I found myself without internet access for about two days.
The link for all other stories is as follows:
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100 Words
KEEPSAKES By P.S. Joshi
Betty Miller worked for Mom and Mom’s parents for years. Now she works for my husband and me. After Mom died, I asked her to help me clean the attic.
There, in a dusty corner, we found dried flowers and a box of letters with a newspaper clipping, a yellowed obit of a soldier killed in the Vietnam War.
“The flowers and letters were from Will Blakely, your Mom’s first boyfriend,” Betty told me. They were to be married when he got back from Vietnam. He was to return in two weeks. When he did, it was in a coffin.
Copyright — Adam Ickes
Once again it’s time for us to show our creativity and write a new story for the Friday Fictioneers’ weekly challenge. This challenge is to write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt supplied for that week. The gracious and talented hostess for this challenge is author and artist Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The prompt this week is a photo supplied by Adam Ickes. Thanks Adam.
Some weeks ago, I wrote a story about a couple of men, Dave and his grandson Will. They were visiting Dave’s college campus. Today’s story is about the same two fellows. If you want to read the first story, the link is the first one below:
Genre: Fiction/Human Interest
Word Count: 100 Words
UNCLE BARNEY’S VALUABLES By P.S. Joshi
Dave felt grateful. His Uncle Barney’s will was read and he’d inherited Barney’s attic contents.
“Will,” he said to his grandson, “Uncle Barney always said he’d leave me valuable things when he died.”
The two got the house keys from Barney’s daughter, who’d inherited the house, and drove to check the attic.
Opening the attic door, they discovered boxes of old files and a stuffed ram’s head. Dave’s heart sank. He whispered, “I thought he loved me.”
Will put his arms round Dave’s shoulders. “Grandpa,” he said gently, “don’t you see? These things were valuable to him.”
Dave finally smiled