Leon’s Farm Market

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.

The challenge is to write a story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less using the picture prompt below.

He spent his teenage summers working at his father’s farm market: “Leon’s Farm Market.” He worked seven days a week while his buddies enjoyed their summers just hanging around the neighborhood. He was responsible for rolling up the chain link fence that surrounded the market at 9 a.m. He was giving exactly $40 (one ten-dollar bill, three five-dollar bills and fifteen one-dollar bills) to open the old crank style National cash register.

He knew his first customer today. Mrs. Rosenburg was always looking for anything on sale. Looking over his shoulder she said, “How much are those garlics today Danny Boy?”

It’s Starting to Rain

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.

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

On that fateful morning of his thirtieth birthday, in a room bare of everything except their sleeping bags, he finally realized that they would be homeless. Their landlord had dumped everything on the street the night before. Even the child’s highchair they had bought for their expected child.

He had always though that the jobs they both had were recession proof. He had always dismissed his wife’s nagging to “save for a rainy day.”

Beside him his wife rubbed her bulging stomach. “Honey, it’s starting to rain,” she said in a sad voice that could not hide her fear.

Bangers and Mash

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

PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

The movie set looked realistic. Small boutiques lined the winding narrow cobblestone streets. Mannequins replaced actual customers in the store fronts. The old blue roadster parked at the curb beneath the gas streetlights added a finishing touch to the set.

After my mother died I remember my dad taking me to dinner at Finnieston’s, a diminutive blue building on Argyle Street.  We would take the Argyle Line and get off at the Exhibition Centre railway station. He would order his Bangers and mash. It was an experience a little lad like me will never forget.

“Action,” cried the director.

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Posture

RDP Sunday — Posture

This is my dog Belle. I adopted her about five months ago. She was a rescue. I was originally her Shelter Buddy, and then when COVID19 hit the shelter was trying to find homes for the animals left there. She is a wonderful little girl. Well exactly not “little” as she weights in at 75 pounds.

What do you think her “posture” is saying to me? Is that a guilty look? Has she been a bad dog? What do you think?

Tiny Dancer

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers and the challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle, and end in 100 words or less using the picture prompt below.

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

The winters were harsh in St. Petersburg.

“It’s because you were born early Anna. You will learn to live with imperfections. The cold will always make it hard on you. Your legs and thin ankles will never support your small body. You will learn to live a humble life.”

“Please Grandma, take me to see Sleeping Beauty at the Maryinsky. Let me see the grace of the ballerina’s, the perfect flow of their arms and legs that make them look like white swans moving through the quiet pond.”

“Anna, you will never be a ballerina.”

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Anna Pavlova

You Have To Wonder

Photo Credit === Danny James

This was a sign that greeted us at a popular seafood restaurant.

You have to wonder:

  • How many many people reviewed this sign before sending it to the Printing Company?
  • How many people know it is bad English?
  • How many people pointed out the error to management?
  • Do they even care?

Your thoughts!

There ain’t nuthin’ more worse
than bad English ‘n grammar,
it’s when fools treat good verse
with a saber-toothed hammer.
It’s a shame says me mother
they pay teachers no mind,
as us talk to each other
them ain’t words they can find.
So I say to me mates
if you done what you must
you go visit the States
watch your lingo go bust.


Herbert Nehrlich

Leonardo

Weekend Writing Prompt # 171 Impact

I am finding it very hard to find a job in Milan. I touted my many skills to potential employers. I have mention my ability to design bridges, waterways, cannons, armored vehicles and public buildings. Surely one of those many skills will make an impact on my future.

Perhaps my potential employer has enough candidates better qualified than me. Should I tell him I can also paint.