Nevis to Boston

This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle, and end in 100 words or less. My story follows the picture prompt below.

PHOTO PROMPT © Bradley Harris

He’s come a long way since leaving this picturesque island of Nevis. The horrors of the enslavement of the natives will never entirely fade away. Even in his new country he will be surrounded by an enslaved population. But this time they will be his. This time he will be the master. Little did he realize what a history he would create in his new world. An acceptance into King’s College; a hero of the Revolutionary War; author of the Federalist Papers; involved in a famous dueling battle; and first Secretary of the Treasury.

OORIE

RDP Friday: OORIE

I have to confess I have never heard of this word or know anyone who has.

Oorie:

Scottish, Irish

  • 1Dismal, gloomy; cheerless; miserable as a result of cold, illness, etc.
  • 2Of a thing: uncanny, disquieting; = “eerie”.
Photo Credit === Danny James

I experienced this orrie scene on a recent trip to Iceland.

Easier Said Than Done

This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less. My story follow the picture prompt below.

PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox

I hawk my father’s precious, but not fully appreciated, art work outside our ridiculous expensive rented space to tourists who have no idea how much talent is involved in their purchase.

I did not want to return to this busy, ugly, dirty city. My father says to try and embrace the city as it is, not some childhood memory that makes you both nostalgic and sick. Embrace it and make its fault your own.

Somewhere a lyric from a song plays in my mind. “Easier said then done.”

Rudy

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 using the picture prompt below.

Claire Fuller (7)
PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Claire Fuller

He was once considered a hero after his actions on September 11, 2001. It was hard to maintain that halo as he rapidly fell from disgrace one misstep after the next. The President had once considered him for his running mate. Now the President needed his help. He needed an endorsement from auto company to seal a foreign relations deal.

“Just get in front of the headquarters of an auto company and have their president say some glowing remarks about how I have turned the auto industry around under my leadership,” the President said.

“I’m on it boss,” said Rudy.

A Transaction

This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less. My story follows the picture below.

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

The street was void of people. The silence of the neighborhood was not normal. This would make the transaction difficult. He depended on chaos to achieve his mission.

He needed to make up his mind to halt or go straight forwards. After a very short consideration he made his way towards the point he had in his mind. He knocked on the old wood door. It was opened by a very odd figure, who upon glancing at him, almost shut the door.

“Walk in if your please Dr. Watson,” a voice calmly called from the back. “Let’s begin.”

Whitefish Bay

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. My story follows the picture prompt below.

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

The sea was deceptively calm. He knew that would change. Memories of his fathers death at the hands of this unforgiving and relentless mistress haunted him.

November was always a bad month to be sailing. As he looked out from his station a chill went through his body as the waves were increasing in size. The static from the onboard radio warned of a storm of the century. He was watching the ship’s radar when the blimp that was the ship in front of them disappeared.

Below him he heard the cargo of the big ship began to move.

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Today marks the 46th anniversary of the sinking of the Edmund Fitzgerald. I grew up in Michigan and I still remembered where I was when this came over the news. Much like everyone remembers where they were when JFK was assassinated. Just 17 more miles they would have made Whitefish Bay and safety.

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.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

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.

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