The White House

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.

They had made the reservations months in advance. They had visions of what they would see. The Oval Office, the East Room, a walk around the Rose Garden, these would be the things that they would tell their children and grandchildren. In their wildest dream even the President stopped by and said hello.

“You have arrived at your destination,” the GPS on their rental car announced.

“Carole, this can’t be right,” Ted said.

“I put the White House in the search bar.”

Ted, looking out his car widow saw the sign: “White House Pub and Grill.”

Greenhouse

PHOTO PROMPT © Bill Reynolds

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That day was hot from start to finish. Yesterday the building was full of people wandering around all the leafy plants and green shrubby. Now there was nothing but glare and dust, the two elements of hell. The flower beds and and lawns of the local town will have to wait on their promised beauty. The gutted interior is invaded now by a swarm of insects that buzz with their new found home.

The ambulances and fire trucks have since departed. He can still here his daughter’s question when he arrived home. “Where’s Mommy?”

Decision Time

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

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

His thirty day leave of absence expired tomorrow. He either had to return to his current position or resign. He had his signed resignation letter ready to mail. A decision had to be made. It helped being single with no family to support.

The serape felt comfortable, not like the boring three piece suite he was required to wear in his current job. Too hot here and too cold there.

One more year and he made partner. Here,in his unfurnished apartment with the cockroaches dropping from the ceiling, was his latest unfinished manuscript. To mail or not to mail.

Iris

PHOTO PROMPT © John Nixon

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The old man looked into the thrift shop and politely inquired, “Where’s Iris.”

“She’s not here today Mr. Jennings.”

“Tell her she’s been in there long enough. She decided on that wedding dress yesterday and just wanted to have it fitted today. We’re to be married next Thursday you know.

“Come back tomorrow Mr. Jennings perhaps she will be ready by then.”

“Seems like I’ve been waiting years for her.”

“It has Mr. Jennings. You have been coming back every year on this date for the last ten years. Please come back next year and I think she will be ready.”

Doomed Canoe Trip

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PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart

They were veterans of many a canoe trips in Northern Michigan. Numerous trips on the Au Sable river in their minds made them professionals even though the river only drops 650 feet (200 m) from its source at the junction of Kolka and Bradford Creeks to its end approximately 138 miles east.

They described this river to their guide in Argentina and asked him to pick a river to test their skills. “Iguazu River”, their guide informed them sounded similar.

As their canoe departed the landing the guide shouted, “Be careful with that first waterfall, it’s a killer.”

Going Down

PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox

Elisha looked down from his platform. Seventy feet below him workers using hoists and a rope and pulley system started to raise heavy equipment to his level. It was hazardous work, because if the rope broke or the laborer lost hold of the rope, the whole yard was in danger of being crushed by heavy falling objects.

He ordered his helper to cut the rope that held the platform aloft. The spring enabled the metal prongs which brought the platform to halt.

He turned to his helper and said: “I’ll call it an elevator.”

Elisha Otis

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Times Change

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

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That night in the summer of 1963 was especially hot in Detroit. That didn’t matter for a thirteen year old boy. My dad had purchased tickets in the center field bleachers for two dollars each. Tonight was going to be magic. It was the Tigers vs. the New York Yankees. Al Kaline, Rocky Cocovito, and Norm Cash for the Tigers against Whitey Ford, Stan Williams and Yogi Berra for the Yankees.

I sat there for the entire nine innings with my baseball glove on ready for what I was sure to be a home run ball.

Pedro’s

PHOTO PROMPT © Carole Erdman-Grant

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For the last 35 miles there had been 73 (he counted them) signs advertising Pedro’s restaurant. The kids in back read aloud every one. Actually it became a shouting contest between them.

“Your Always A wiener at Pedro’s.”

“You Never Sausage a place.”

“Pedro’s Weather Report: Chile Today, Hot Tamale.”

And the most appropriate one: “Keep Yelling Kids They’ll Stop.”

He knew they were in trouble when they crested the slow climb of I-95 into South Carolina. Looking to his right he saw what once was Pedro’s.

As they passed by the last sign said: “Back Up Amigo, You Missed It.”

Hardscrabble

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

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He retired from the military financially broke. Some thought his drinking was the cause of his poverty. Some thought it was because he was taken advantage of by his friends. Writing his autobiography was the only way to support his family. He wrote outdoors in his distinctive script with his woolen scull cap to keep him warm. Neighbors and enslaved laborers helped him build this ugly log cabin. Julia did her best to decorate the place. Despite all their efforts the little house looked so unattractive that they called it hardscrabble.

The Organized Man

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 using the picture prompt below.

PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart

Always a desire to get ahead. That’s why he joined this company. Always looking to be promoted to the next level. Entry level position, mid level, senior management that was his career path. And he was on a fast track to become a C level executive. His key to success: “Be Organized.”

As he prepared for his staff meeting he went through his checklist:

  1. Bacon…check
  2. Eggs…check
  3. Tomato Juice…check
  4. Cheese…check
  5. Oatmeal…check
  6. Silverware…check
  7. Laptop up and running…check
  8. Speaker Phone On…check

Julie, the first on the ZOOM call, said to Mr. Organized Man, “Hey Boss, you conducting the meeting in your underwear.?

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