WHEN A BABY BIRD LEAVES THE NEST

 

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Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–October 16th, 2016. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words, not including the title and inspired by the prompt.

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

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2016/sunday-photo-fiction-october-16th-2016/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 198 Words

WHEN A BABY BIRD LEAVES THE NEST by P.S. Joshi

When Wanda went to Business College in 1960, she expected to get a job, then a boyfriend, then quit working after about a year and start a family. Many girls did that in those days.

When she interviewed for her first office job, they told her, “You’re too young and pretty. You’ll soon get married and quit work to start a family.”

She finally did find a job but stopped dating that boyfriend.

She dated several boys but none turned out to be the right one for marriage. In several years, she saved some money so quit work to go to college and learn teaching.

There was still no boy she wanted to marry. In four years, she started teaching. She still lived at home. Her father and she were close and he got used to having her living at home. However, she began to get restless. She felt life was leaving her behind as she was in her late twenties and still single. Her mother was fine with her getting her own place to live just so she was happy.

When she told her father, he almost cried.  He said, “People will think we had a fight.”

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THE POWER OF FOOD

 

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Copyright: Barbara W. Beacham

This is my weekly contribution to Monday’s Finish the Story, hosted by Barbara W. Beacham. Every Monday, Barb supplies a new picture prompt along with the first sentence for the story. The original story to be written should have only 100 to 150 additional words. I’ve bolded the first sentence given with the picture prompt. Be sure to click on the little blue frog in the blue box, after clicking on the link, to read the other stories.

The link for all the other stories is as follows:

https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2015/03/30/mondays-finish-the-story-march-30th-2015/

Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 4+2+150=156 Words

THE POWER OF FOOD by P.S. Joshi

“Pizza anyone.”

My older sister, Anabelle, had invited her boyfriend of the month, Jason, over to show off her cooking skills. Let’s face it, she isn’t a glamor girl, far from it. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a great girl, but she doesn’t look like a movie star, even when she layers on the makeup.

Of course, Jason doesn’t look like Brad Pitt, either. Nice guy, but lacking personality. I guessed he was overweight for a reason, and Anabelle had discovered that reason.

With the sight of pizza, extra cheese and plenty of pepperoni, his face shone like the grand opening of a mall. Actually, I figured they would make a successful couple as long as she kept his stomach full.

They dated for one month, and she ran in all excited one evening. “He asked me to marry him.” She blurted out.

“Congratulations,” I said. “I guess the food did it.”

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THE FRONT PORCH

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Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Here we are again another week. We’re gathered this time on a virtual large front porch of a home in a warm part of the country. We’re here to discuss our original stories for the Friday Fictioneer’s group. The hostess for the group is the talented and gracious artist and author, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The prompt this week was also supplied by her. Thanks again Rochelle. The challenge of this group is to write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the prompt. Be sure to click on the little blue frog in the blue box to read the other stories.

The link to the other stories is as follows:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/02/11/13-february-2015/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

THE FRONT PORCH By P.S. Joshi

I remember the large front porch of the house where I was born. It was a magic place.

On rainy days, my friends and I felt protected as we played. There was a woven grass mat on the floor, mats to be let down for protection from sun on a hot day, and a large swing suspended from the ceiling.

On days I played alone, Mom put my small table and a chair out so I could draw or paint.

When I was older, my boyfriend got down on one knee in front of the swing and proposed to me.

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KEEPSAKES

 

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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:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/12/03/5-december-2014/

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.

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