ONTO THE FERRY

 

Photo Copyright: Ted Strutz

Here we are this week sitting near a ferry loading cars. We’ve gathered 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 Ted Strutz. Thanks, Ted.

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:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2017/06/21/23-june-2017/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

ONTO THE FERRY by P.S. Joshi

Myra’s mind wasn’t on the rain as the wipers whisked the windshield of the dark blue Honda. The line for the ferry crept forward and her hands clutched the steering wheel so hard her knuckles were bloodless.

I have to reach the deck before it’s full. I have to.

A horn sounded and she jumped then eased the car forward.

They’d find Greg’s body bludgeoned in self-defense and she’d be found guilty. In panic, she ran. The ferry meant escape.

There was a forceful rap on the window.

“Ma’am please stop the motor, unlock the door, and get out.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE FLOOD

 

Shopping carts in water--Janet M. Webb--2013

Photo Copyright: Janet M. Webb

Here we are for another week. Today we’re in virtual boats in a virtual flood. Our hostess for this weekly gathering is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We’re the Friday Fictioneers group. Our challenge this week and every week is to write an original story with no more than 100 words not including the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was a repeat requested by Kent Bonham and supplied by Janet M. Webb. Thanks, Kent and Janet.

To read the other stories by the 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:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/07/27/29-july-2016/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

THE FLOOD by P.S. Joshi

It had been dry for months. The ground got hard and cracked open. The river all but dried up.

Pa said, “It’ll rain soon. We’ll pray.”

We prayed and the rain came, but the ground was so hard it couldn’t soak in. It ran right into the river, and the river banks rose covering our land. We had to move to higher ground.

A smart man at an office there said, “Y’all are living on something called a flood plain.”

Pa said, “I just thought the land was rich. I didn’t know anythin’ about no flood plain.”

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FOR THE LOVE OF CAMPING

 

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Copyright–Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

Here we are once again gathered around the virtual campfire, ready to share our original stories and prove our creativity. This group is the Friday Fictioneers. Our challenge is to write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to include a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt supplied for the week. The gracious and talented author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, is the hostess of this gathering. The prompt this week was also supplied by her. Thanks Rochelle. The link to Friday Fictioneers is as follows:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/09/03/5-september-2014/

Genre:  Nonfiction Humor

Word Count:  100 Words

FOR THE LOVE OF CAMPING By P.S. Joshi

Our son loved Boy Scouts. In his freshman year of high school, he decided to go winter camping at the scout camp nearest us.

It was Christmas holidays, but instead of snow, we had rain in North Carolina–lots of rain. The boys could spend the day inside, but had to camp out at night in their tents.

When we drove to get him and bring him home, everything he had was soaked. Water leaked inside the tent.

“Mom,” he said, “I was reading when I fell asleep. When I woke up, my paperback was floating beside the sleeping bag.”

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