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Once again, the charming Rochelle, path finder extrordinaire, has issued a map, the challenge for Friday Fictioneers.  This week the prompt is from one of my photos.

Here, in 100 words, is my little walk in the park. Lane and Jemma have appeared before and seemed to want to wander back.

Wedding Dress

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“Thirty five cents a yard,” The clerk was impatient. Leaving Jemma looking at the calico print, he turned to another customer.

Jemma glanced again at the ready made dresses hanging  in the rafters. Oh, to have twelve dollars to spend.

After all, it was a wedding dress!

Lane had offered  half his pay, ten dollars, but they needed that for the new house and she must have dishes, pots and pans.

Teaching school for fifteen dollars a month and board would not  stretch enough.

Counting carefully, she sighed, “I’ll take seven yards.”

“That will be $2.45”.


Other players have taken different paths, to see where they went click here.


It’s a wonderful Spring Friday, sunshine, blooming lilacs and a bit of R&R as the busy-ness of a traveling week winds down.

On Wednesday our champion bronc rider, Rochelle Two Ropes, posted a photo for the rodeo known as Friday Fictioneers. The photo, this week, from Madison Woods is supposed to start our horses on to the event, to tell a story in around 100 words.

Not the easiest of challenges at times, sometimes that 8 second ride results in a buck-off. Mostly though we make it and hit the score card.

This week, a couple of down on their luck cowboys are preparing to do a days work.


Coffee. Lane clanged the tin cup against the battered pot. That was all there was.wire ff 4-22 Madison Woods

Hard work between rodeos!

High above, a hawk screamed a jackrabbit fighting in its talons.

“Food!” Clay thought, picking up his six-gun and shot.

The red tail dropped his prey, flying fast.

Lane shook his head, “Let’s get this done, back to the ranch for dinner”.


For more, from other cowboys, riders and clowns  Click here http://www.inlinkz.com/new/view.php?id=625937

Fellow Fictioneers, some of that busy-ness (translate to health issues and travel) may keep me from the usual round of comments. I will attempt to at least read and ‘like’ all the posts. M




Once again, Wednesday has arrived, and with it our fearless ringmaster, Rochelle has donned her red coat and top hat, “Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls”, she announces with a crack of her whip. Issuing the challenge to join her at the circus known as Friday Fictioneers.  https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/. Under her discipline we climb to the high wire to present a story in approximately 100 words.

Other acrobats have posted, their back-flips and somersaults can be found here: http://www.inlinkz.com/new/view.php?id=623923


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This week’s picture courtesy of Kent Bonham led me down a path that my grandson walks each day.

Brett is autistic, although reading and writing are skills he has not mastered in his 21 years, he can speak, articulating some of the effects of his condition.

April is Autism Awareness Month. I dedicate this little tale to Brett and all who deal with Autism, in its many guises. Maybe it will raise awareness a bit as well. I can hope.


Sound Prison

“Sensory overload” the therapist calls it, “meltdown” in layman’s terms.

People gather around, invading the circle of ‘personal space’, gesturing, talking.

Afraid to approach.

But too near and too loud for the boy.

No matter what, he hears it all. There are no filters.

No way to block the beating

The words have form and substance, invisible,battering.

They swirl around, floating shapes, sweeping in, crushing.

Rhythms pound, hammers in his mind.

Varied tones stab like knives.

He has to close it off! It has to stop!

And so, he sits on the floor, rocking.

Withdrawn, locked in his alternate universe,

Forced to submission by the weaponry of sound.


Today’s photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers is brought to us by the talented and sagacious Rochelle.  https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/03/23/25-march-2016/

The goal is to write a ‘story’, beginning, middle, end, in 100 words more or less.

Several thoughts ran through my head when I saw it. Maybe in yours as well?

Ideas from other folks can be found by clicking here: http://www.inlinkz.com/new/view.php?id=618340

“Beauty in Ashes”

Coming home, done with a late night shift, she drove past the burned out hulk. Finally, demolition is in progress.

Appliances, fixtures, boards and tiles, scattered debris, stark and ugly, waited for pick-up.

Remains of someone’s home to be carried away.

Nostalgic and a bit melancholy, as she is this sunny morning.

The workers have not yet arrived to finish the job.

The sorting, recycling still to be done.

Impulsive, she stops and places a flat of bright pansies in the empty commode.

A simple gesture that brings a smile.

Hope is planted.


It has been a long while since I wrote a Friday Fictioneers challenge. This week’s photo, courtesy of The Reclining Gentleman, woke me up.

In case you are not aware, A photo prompt is posted each week and the challenge is to tell a story in 100 words or less.  https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/02/10/12-february-2016/

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You were only seven when your classmates sent the pot of blooming daffodils.

Bright, bobbing blooms to grace that hospital room. Mrs. Goodson told me how your friends at school brought in quarters so she could buy them.

We planted them by the maple tree in the yard. Do you remember?

Over the years those flowers flourished, enchanting every spring.

Later on, your youngest son helped you dig some up to plant at your home far away.

Then you went away, forever. They did not bloom again.

I wonder, do they bloom for you in heaven?

Other interesting 100 word +/- tales can be found  http://www.inlinkz.com/new/view.php?id=605998http://www.inlinkz.com/new/view.php?id=605998

The challenge is to tell a story about the picture in approximately 100 words. Here is how to find other entries. http://www.inlinkz.com/wpview.php?id=232846
This weeks picture by Renee Heath gave me lots of thoughts before I came up with this.
On the boardwalk (historical)
Bump, thud, bounce!
I stopped, looking past the boardwalk,
Out to the sandy beach.
In that moment, my 90 years fell away,
I became a tender and frightened lad.
The beach I saw was covered in blood and broken bodies
D-Day! The horror of those moments
Never goes away.
I turn the wheelchair away from the scene
Cannon, long silent, thunder again in my mind.

It’s another Friday and the Fictioneers are up and typing. http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/01/16/18-january-2013/#comments

The prompt this week was really a challenge, but I tryed. This is the prompt:
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and here is my piece: genre? historical
Sarah set down the phone, her hands shaking.
She could not talk now. Tears fell.
She’d opened the box as soon as the postman left.
From Poland, it had come.
Inside, a wax encrusted menorah and a photo.
A photo of Max, her love,
On the back, one scrawled phrase.
‘Gestapo are coming’.
Behind her the crackling radio
Reports an invasion.
What has happened?
Who sent this?
She will never know.

Once again, Friday has rolled around, and with it a quest to tell in about 100 words, a story…. for more information click here http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/01/09/11-january-2013/

Friday fiction 01-11-13 R. Cohen provided this picture for the weekly fiction challenge.
Return to Mayberry
You’re too young to remember
Days on this stage, now empty
Mitch Jayne and the talents
Of homespun music,
Tales of ‘downhome country’
The Dillards singing
With Andy Griffith,
A whole different world.
Music of the mountains
I’m all that’s left behind!
Except in scattered pockets
Of Appalachia and the Ozarks
Where that lost time lives on.

I have been remiss about playing the Friday Fictioneers recently. Click here to see the rules http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/01/ and feel free to join in.

This is the photo prompt, supplied by Lora Mitchell fireworks-lora-mitchell2 friday It’s a New Year Reality

We huddled as the bitter wind found every open space in the blankets.

No fire allowed here under the bridge, on this holiday eve,

Maybe it would be better to be arrested for tonight.

No job, no home and now no heat.  I think

If it wasn’t for losing the children snuggled close to me

I would turn myself in!  Or jump in the river.

The shelter will not allow our fourteen year old boy.

Finally! The fireworks begin!

A new year, ha, I wish I had some hope,

At least now we can light our fire.

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2012/11/07/9-november-2012/ has provided a photo and challenge for 100 word stories.

Ice Storm

No power, no phone! Last time it was

Six days before the road was cleared of fallen trees.

Yes, I’m afraid! But we have food and fuel,

Light the kerosene lamp, throw some wood in the stove,

Watch it fall, listen to limbs crack and break.

What devastation will daylight bring?

The girls and I will be okay for a while.

What’s this? I see lights coming up the road.

Oh no, it’s the ‘crazy hermit’!

Is that a gun?

Do I dare open the door?