THE MOST IMPORTANT

 

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Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–November 6th, 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/2016/11/06/sunday-photo-fiction-november-6th-2016/

Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

THE MOST IMPORTANT By P.S. Joshi

There were two important leaders in the small town of Figgsriver, Indiana.

One was the mayor, Jayson Hicksworth IV, ancestor of the founder. The other was the wealthiest man in town, Portnoy Pimley.

In the town circle, a monument was being built. The problem was it couldn’t be decided whose bust was to be in the center of it. Neither of the important men wanted to share the place of honor.

Jayson thought his bust should be there because of the importance of his family and their contributions to the city.

Portnoy thought it should be his because of his contributions to the many good causes in the city.

Finally, it was decided it should be Jayson’s bust. It was made and installed with great ceremony.

The next day, shockingly, it was mysteriously found knocked off its pedestal and smashed.

The culprit remained unknown.

The two men eventually decided the only thing to do was share the honor. Two busts were installed and all was peaceful from then on.

Amos Furdly reluctantly told his wife something he was ashamed of.

“Emily,” he said, “I got drunk one night and accidentally knocked the first bust off the pedestal.”

“Good,” she said.

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THE SLOPPY DRUNK

 

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This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–May 22nd, 2016. Each Sunday 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 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/2016/05/22/ sunday-photo-fiction-may-22nd-2016/

Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

THE SLOPPY DRUNK

My head pulses to the beat of a constant drum. My eyes bulge and it hurts to open and close them. A searing pain spreads across my eyebrows. My stomach is now empty but I’ll probably never eat again. If I do, my future days will be spent bending over a toilet bowl.

What is that terrible smell? Oh no, my roommate, Meg, is heating a toasted cheese sandwich in the microwave. The sad thing is, I’ve always loved toasted cheese. No more.

“Just a little wine,” I’d said. “I hardly drink,” I’d said.

Some time later I was laid out on the floor with my friend Rick sticking a cold handkerchief in my face.

“Take me home,” I’d said. “I feel sick, dizzy,” I’d said.

Now, lying here, my mother’s words come back and make me feel worse.

“It’s bad enough to see a man who’s drunk. A drunken woman looks terrible and sloppy.” I took for granted she’d seen drunken, sloppy women first hand. With that disgraceful picture in mind, I’d vowed  never to be a drunken woman.

Someday this disgraceful episode will probably get back to her, but she’ll never hear it from me.

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BEWARE OF THE DOOR

 

A Shop in a Mall

Photo Copyright: Kent Bonham

Here we are again this week. Today we’re sitting on benches in front of a virtual shop at the mall. We’re here to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneer’s group. Our hostess is the gracious and talented author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for each of us 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 provided for the week. This week’s prompt was supplied by Kent Bonham. Thanks, Kent.

To read the other stories from group members, just click on the little blue frog in the blue box after clicking on the link. The link for the other stories this week is as follows:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/06/24/26-june-2015/

Genre: Speculative Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

BEWARE OF THE DOOR by P.S. Joshi

It was a women’s clothing shop in the mall, but more. In the back was a changing room with a sign saying, “DON’T ENTER.” It only opened for certain people. This was a door to your past. The problem was, when you walked through, the door sealed.

Betty was curious and opened it one afternoon. She found herself in her old bedroom at age fifteen.

Suddenly her mother ran in, blood on her face.

“Quick, hide Betty. Your father is drunk again.”

Suddenly she felt the old fear seize her and noticed her bruises. She ducked down under her bed.

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