The Diner

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

David Block’s arthritic back is acting up this morning as he enters The Lyndonville diner. As he enters he stops to take his boots off at the little bench just inside the doorway.

” I’ll be right bahk”, he calls to Miss Prudie, who has been a waitress at the diner for over fifteen years. He walks to his favorite stool as she fetches his morning coffee. “It takes me a woyil to get me boots off,” Block says as he lays his gloves by the wood stove.

She brings him the “Vermonter Special” without being asked.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Room With a Quarter Moon Rating

This is written in response to Mondays Finish the Story challenge. Using 100 -150 words and beginning with the first sentence provided (in bold below) you must finish the story. For other great flash fiction stories click on the little blue froggie.

 

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“When I rented the room, I did not think it would be this one!”

I was born in Ohio. After graduating from college I and had been working for the same company for ten years and was still single.

I bought a car from my best friend’s dad (a 1973 Camaro) for $2,800 brand new! I had never been to New England. I had heard about the beautiful fall foliage. Taking my brand new Nikon camera with me I headed east.

I found myself in the beautiful Green Mountains in Vermont. I spent the late afternoon capturing some beautiful pictures. Around six in the  evening I decided I better get a motel room. The manager at that place informed me every motel room was booked within a fifty mile radius. But he did have a small place out back he would let me use.

It did not get a five start rating but did earn a quarter moon.

 

 

 

Sunday Photo Fiction — Wailing Well

Sunday Photo Fiction

 

Every week on a Sunday, a new photo is used as a prompt for Flash Fiction challenge using around 200 words based on that image. Your story does not have to be exactly what the item in the photo is as long as there is at least a reference to it.

My story starts after the photo below.

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He was on vacation in northern Vermont. Searching the internet he had  found an out-of-the-way cabin for rent about half  way up Burke Mountain.

Today he  had asked the  young clerk at the country store  if there  were some places  he could take some typical North Eastern fall color shots. She had recommended The Mountain View  Farm about  2 miles up on Darling Hill Road.

The farm was not hard to find. A very large old abandoned red house with old-fashioned coffin windows. To top it off there was the quintessential wishing well centered  on the expansive front yard. He thought this would  make  the perfect picture that captured  the essence of the quaint countryside of Vermont.

Framing the large house with the wishing well in front was fairly easy using his 75-300 mm Canon lens. Changing to a 18-55 mm lens he moved closer to put the well in focus with the house  as a background soft blur.

As  he approached the well he froze. The sound coming from the well was unmistakable. It was the mournful  wail of a new-born baby.