Debris on river banks.

Copyright–Sandra Crook

Well, here we are this week, gathered in a virtual cabin beside a stream in the woods. It would be even prettier if it hadn’t flooded recently, washing debris up onto the shores. It’s peaceful though. We’re here to discuss our original stories for Friday Fictioneers. Our gracious and talented 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 Sandra Crook. Thanks again Sandra.

The link for all other stories is as follows:


Genre:  Realistic Fiction

Word Count:  100 Words


Luke hadn’t contacted a family member in ages. He was a drinker– had been for years.

After his wife died in the car accident, he lost his will to live.

Sixty and let go from his job when the company downsized, crying inside, he felt like human refuse.

He’d sold the house, but bills and booze ate up the money. ¬†Sleeping in his car, he ached from the bone-chilling cold. His fingers felt numb.

Christmas was coming and he was now freezing and lonely. Should he call his only sister?

He did. He heard the words, “Come home to us Luke.”