Photo Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Here we are this week gathered around a damaged car at an auto body shop. We’ve gathered again 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 Rochelle herself. Thanks, Rochelle.

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:

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words


It was Brenda’s first day driving on her own in the used car her dad bought for her. She came quietly into the house.

“How’d it go sweetheart?” her mother asked.

When she didn’t answer, her dad leaned forward in his chair.

“Something’s wrong. What’s wrong?”

Immense tears streamed down Brenda’s cheeks.

Her dad rushed outside. “What the hell? This door mirror is crushed.”

Brenda walked outside, feet dragging.

“It wasn’t my fault.”

“What do you mean?”

“I…I parked it and it was like that when I came out to get in.”

“Okay, darlin’, I understand. It happened to me once.”



Water and shoreline

Copyright: Barbara W. Beacham

This is my weekly contribution to Monday’s Finish the Story, hosted by Barbara W. Beacham. Every Monday, Barbara 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:

Genre: Speculative Fiction

Word Count: 5+9+150=164 Words


Arriving at the beach, she reflected on her life. Marian had always thought of the shore as life and the sea as eternity.

Her daughter brought her today for a beach outing, “…to get you out of the house,” she’d said.

Betty opened the immense, multicolored umbrella, placing first a blanket, then two folding chairs under it. “You can sit here, Mom, while I go for a swim,” she said.

Marian leaned back and closed her eyes. She and George brought the two kids here many weekends in the past. She couldn’t stay in the sun long now, so didn’t swim.

It had been ten years since George died. Sometimes it seemed less.

When she opened her eyes, she thought she saw him walking up the beach. He came to her and said, “Let’s go Marian.”

She took his hand as it seemed so natural.

When Betty came from the water, one look told her Marian was at peace.

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