The Empty Lot

 

Photo Copyright: Dale Rogerson

Here we are again and this week we’re gathered on an empty activity field. We’ve come together to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneer’s 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 be inspired by the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by Dale Rogerson. Thanks, Dale. To read the other stories by group members, just click on the link below, then on the smiling frog. Next, follow the given direction.

4 October 2019

Genre: Memoir

Word Count: 100 Words

The Empty Lot by P.S. Joshi

 

I had a vacation coming, so decided to take a trip back and see the old neighborhood where I was born.

The house looked much the same with a few changes to the front porch and yard. The neighborhood arrangement, however, was very different.

After WWII, a bunch of small GI homes had been stuck in all available spaces.

The street past our house, no longer a dead-end, was now blacktopped and extended to meet the road below.
The empty lot for baseball down there was gone. An expressway cut through.

My memories were just that, not reality any longer.

A NICE GUY

 

Photo Copyright: Roger Bultot

May the love and peace of this holiday season, wherever it can be found, fill all people everywhere.

A Happy Holiday Season to all!

Here we are this week sitting together in a neon-lit diner. We’ve gathered in this cheery place 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 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 Roger Bultot. Thanks, Roger.

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/2016/12/21/23-december-2016/

Genre: Nonfiction Memoir

Word Count: 100 Words

A NICE GUY by P.S. Joshi

After WWII, some of the returning military men opened diners. We had one such diner in our neighborhood in north Akron.

A man named Bill owned it. He was your typical “nice guy”. Everyone liked him.

It was also your typical diner food, lunch bar, and tables along the side with connections to the main jukebox. You chose the preferred song, put your coins in, and pressed the button.

My girlfriend and I, both six, bought ice cream cones one day. She dropped hers in the parking lot. When told by me, Bill smiled and replaced it.

THE LETTER

 

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–July 17th, 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/2016/07/17/sunday-photo-fiction-july-17th-2016/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

 THE LETTER by P.S. Joshi

Constance was cleaning out her parent’s attic. Her mother had told her to get things not worth keeping ready to go to the thrift shop.

In her grandmother’s old trunk she found a letter and picture her grandfather had sent back to her during WWII. He’d lost his life on D-Day while landing on the beach in France.

“My dearest Florence,” it began, “I’m writing this before I get on board the landing craft. The chaplain has given us a blessing as some of us may not live through this. I’ll give him the letter so he can post it when possible. Some of the other guys are doing the same.

“This may be the last chance I have to tell you how much I love you. I’ve kept your picture with me. I’ll also give that to the chaplain to enclose in the letter if I don’t make it. You’ll see how creased it’s become from my carrying it with me. It made me feel like you were always there with me.

“Take care of our little girl and tell her about me. I wish I could have seen her just once.

All my love, Jack”

ONE LAST TIME

 

Photo Copyright: Rich Voza

Here we are for another week. Today we’re sitting on a virtual runway near an old WWII aircraft. Our hostess for this weekly gathering is the talented and gracious writer 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 requested by C.E. Ayr and supplied by Rich Voza. Thanks, C.E., and Rich.

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/2016/06/22/24-june-2016/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

ONE LAST TIME by P.S. Joshi

The WWII fighter plane the Grumman F6F Hellcat was sitting on the runway near the hanger. It was due to make its last flight in the air show the next day. Its WWII pilot, Col. George Pringle, Rtd. was supposed to be present. It was all ready to go.

The night before the flight a call was received at the local U.S. Air Force office. Sadly, Col. Pringle had died suddenly that day.

The next morning the plane was found to have been flown.

“Well,” said an old buddy. “George flew her one last time.”