Early morning walk in St. Johnsbury VT.
New England Day 7
Alaska Is On My Mind
Plan B
This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a compete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less. My story follows the picture prompt below.
He had everything figured out to the smallest detail. Her bag was packed and stood by the doorway. Gas tank was full. He had made three practice drives to the hospital. The drive was anywhere from six to nine minutes depending on traffic. This would be a piece of cake. All she had to to was tell him it was time.
The expected time arrived . But as they rounded the curve they saw the stalled tractor.
“Plan B. Get out of the car and come over to my side and get ready to deliver your new baby boy,” she cried.
John Browdie
This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less.
It was just like him to be late. They were to meet here and then ride to the museum. He saw him on the bench out front.
“I thought you were riding your bike here,” said Harold.
“Had a little accident,” said Browdie. “Need to buy a new one.”
“Do you know how far the museum is from here?”
“No I do not,” said Browdie; “but is of no great consequence to me, for I attend walking.”
“Perhaps you should buy a off road bike this time.”
Ramble
We were hiking up to the edge of the glacier in Alaska. The group in front of me, including my wife, were setting a fairly fast pace. I fell just a little behind. My mistake. Out of the woods on my left a moose and her calf suddenly and loudly appeared. To them it was their normal ramble in search of breakfast. I froze. The big girl let out a sound that was not a welcoming sound. She continued to waddle toward me. Even her baby looked huge. Funny how a big animal like that can move so fast. Funny how even faster an old man can walk backward.
Rusty Relick
That’s My Bike
This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end using the picture prompt below.
His prognosis had been a devastating blow. The concussions Ben had received during the bombing had left him without any memory. The doctors had tried just about every treatment to recover even a tiny portion of his life before the war. So far nothing had worked.
His brother had an idea. He did a goggle search and found it. Working with the museum curator they wheeled the piece of art to his bedside.
Ben’s eyes suddenly went wide. “That’s my bike!” Ben yelled.
Glow
She always stood out in the glow of the darkness that makes up your universe. She can be dangerous. You knew that the first day you met her. The way she looked back at you after your first meeting. She was a magnet for your desires. One would do well to stay clear of her you thought. But she is enchanting. Moving effortlessly across your conscious mind she cast her spell. You are frozen. He flowing soft legs will shortly wrap around your limp body. You knew from the beginning your time was limited.
Inspired Carpet
RDP” Inspired Carpet
Sultan Ahmed Mosque in Istanbul Turkey. It was a rainy day but inside you could not but be inspired by this lush carpet. Take off your shoes, breath deep your gathering thoughts and wander to a world far away.
Today men still kneel in prayer on the mosque’s lush red carpet after the call to prayer.
Hardscrabble
Winds whipped across the frozen pond. The worst of the winter was yet to come. The journey they had all agreed to had been more difficult then they ever thought possible. Their meager food supply would only last them a few more weeks. Eric wondered if they should turn back. The group decided to stay where they were. Over the next few days nine of the original thirteen either froze or starved to death. Eric looked over his shoulder at Trevek and wondered who was stronger. The ice cracked under his snowshoes as he approached his prey.
This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words of less.
