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.

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.

PHOTO PROMPT -Brenda Cox

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.”

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.

PHOTO PROMPT© Lisa Fox

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

wk 222 glow
Photo Credit === Danny James

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.

Hardscrabble

PHOTO PROMPT© Jennifer Pendergast

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.

Party Time

RDP: Filter

Word of the Day: Juicy

Daily Word Prompt: Pare

Photo Credit === Danny James

She had been planning this “little” get together with friends for the last month. I finally got her to pare her little list down to eight people including Iris. I always liked to invite Iris to one of our party’s because she always has an opinion on every subject. And what I really like about Iris is that she has no filter on her mouth. She’s not a shy one and you better be ready to cover your ears if you are easily offended. She will be the ideal person to try your new juicy pineapple desert.

Let the party begin.

Selfie

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

PHOTO PROMPT© Roger Bultot

Sometimes you need a new perspective on your life. Every day you go about your daily activities with little thought of how things change around you. Or do they? If you take a selfie (Oxford Dictionaries chose that word as its Word of the Year in 2013) today and stood in the same place a year from now, how much would change. Same pictures on the wall? Your favorite recliner? The super soft blanket that even Linus from Peanuts would envy?

Would you even be here in a year to take the picture. Yes? No?

Nice Try

photo by Raul De Los Santos via Unsplash

This post is written for 3 Line Tales, word of the day Challenge (dissapointment), Fandango’s One Word Challenge (Wing), and Rag Tag Daily Prompt (Destiny).

I don’t want to go out on a wing, but I bet Erick won’t live to be thirty.

His life has been one big disappoint after another.

It’s just not his destiny to succeed with this adventure.

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