REMAINS

 

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Photo Copyright: Ted Strutz

NOTE: My contest-winning short story was published this month in CQ Magazine. However, they’ve begun charging for subscriptions. I won’t ask anyone to buy a copy. I’ll certainly understand if you don’t. If you want to, the link is as follows:

https://www.magzter.com/GB/CQ-International/CQ-International-Magazine/Art/

Here we all are gathered for another week. Today we’re along a country river where one chair is sitting for some reason. We’re here to discuss our original stories for the week. We’re the Friday Fictioneers group. Our hostess for this 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 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 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/2017/02/08/10-february-2017/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

REMAINS By P.S.  Joshi

There’d been floods before in Illinois but never like this. When the Colters returned from the shelter they could hardly believe it.

Instead of the village of Martinsville there was a mud plain with skeletal remains of buildings leaning here and there. They drove out to their farm with dread.

The sight made them go into shock. The barn was on its side in the caked mud and the house was completely gone. All that remained was a lone kitchen chair.

The insurance company wouldn’t pay for rebuilding on the same location. Their home, hopes, and dreams were washed away.

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THE MEMORY BUS

 

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Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction РMarch 27th, 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 and inspired by the prompt.

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

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

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2016/03/27/sunday-photo-fiction-march-27th-2016/

Genre: Romance Fiction

Word Count: 3+200=203 Words

THE MEMORY BUS by P.S. Joshi

Sean Wilson sat comfortably on the top level of one of the last Routemaster buses in London. They only traveled on a couple heritage routes now. It was one of his “remembering” days.

The face of the woman sitting opposite him in the aisle seat had faded away and he now saw his dear Annie. It was on a similar bus they’d first met.

In a voice like silver, she’d said, pulling off her gloves, “I just moved here from Aberdeen.”

Until then, he hadn’t noticed she was wearing gloves. He’d heard of love at sight but hadn’t believed it. She was magic and her golden hair glowed. He couldn’t think of a thing to say.

He must have looked stunned because she laughed. My name’s Annie Macintosh, what’s yours?”

His name, what was his name? “Sean Wilson,” he blurted out. Now she’d think he was stupid.

But she laughed again. “Do you always take this bus, Sean?” Another passenger walked between them.

His brain froze. Did he? Finally, “Yes, yes,” he almost shouted.

“Say, mate, this seat taken?” a deep voice asked.

With a mild shock, Sean came back to the present and his fellow passenger. “No,” he said.

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