Photo taken in Budapest Hungary
Author: Danny James
“Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.”
We Got The Water
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.
The weather was dreary. She felt the helpfulness flow over her. Her brother and father were in another line just a few feet away. She quickly glanced over. Their heads were bowed as they marched toward the gray concrete building. It would be the last time she saw them.
Her line slugged forward. No words were spoken. It had only been two hours since she was booted from the train. The train that was so crowded that when they opened the door some prisoners were expelled involuntary.
Years later she would tell a spellbound audience, “We got the water.”
See around minute 6:30
Anchor
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.
Living in Seoul was an eye opening experience. “You will make new and interesting friends” her father said. But it was hard for a ten year old girl who was extremely shy. She missed her friends from San Antonio.
Learning a new language proved to be difficult. Her new friends wanted to learn her language too. She found a solution for both problems by giving videotaped English lessons for the Korean school system.
Looking back she realized this was the start of her broadcasting career.
“One minute to air, Nora”, boomed a voice in the background.
Morning Bike Ride
Lighten
The Grand Teton National Forest was a major reason we decided to take a road trip to the West. We were primed for its beauty. We lodged the night before near the Grand Teton’s. Upon waking the next morning the Teton’s were totally blacked out by heavy hoary clouds. But the storm passed in a few more hours.
The sky lightened after the storm.
Hate
Why is there so much hate today. We didn’t hate each other as much in years past did we? We had our differences. We thought the other side was wrong and we were right? We expressed our viewpoints and went our separate ways after our discussions. There was always another time. Another issue to take a position on. We went on with our life.
Today we, I would say the majority, are often afraid to express our opinions in public. We have our own set of friends. They have theirs.
What is sad is this will take a long time to heal.
My wife and I decided to get out of our little retirement compound and visit a small sea side city here in central Florida. Almost no one was wearing a mask. There were anti Biden signs in front of the little restaurant where we planned to have lunch. Then we saw this bike just outside.
We left!
Mellow
Yea, you can say I’m mellow.
One of my other traits is that I am your good bedfellow.
Comeuppance
I told my grandmother, who lived in Michigan, that I was moving to Florida. That was three years ago. Every winter when I saw on the weather map that Michigan was getting hit hard and heavy with cold and snow I would call her and brag about it being seventy degrees outside. She would laugh and say “just you wait.”
My grandmother called today and asked how the weather was where I was in Florida.
She gave me my comeuppance.
Roadies
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.
It is their finished product. It gleams with excitement. Roger had tuned his guitar an hour earlier. John’s trumpet and French horn were waiting. The drums were taking a rest before Keith pounded them into submission. Dave had his piano ready to take directions from his flying fingers.
Now the seats are all empty. The last of the folding chairs are in place. This is the quiet before the storm. The lights will come up to welcome another show. Be it Detroit or Chicago who knows.
Having been some time in preparation a good time is guaranteed for all.
Where’s Carole
This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.
Someone was knocking at the front door. He rose like a zombie to answer the summons. His feet moved without any direction from him. Until recently Carole would handle any interruptions from their quiet life. Until today.
Her fever had approached dangerous levels two days ago. Then came the lost of her taste buds. That was a devastating blow to her ego. She basked in the comments of her guests after one of her fantastic dinners.
It was their neighbor Mel.
“Where’s Carole”, he asked
