Friday Fictioneers — The Sunrise View

The two of them sat at the small table looking out of the window watching the sun rising in the east. “I probably paid too much for this place,” Elizabeth said, “but this is why I bought it. I never tire of this view.”

“I get it,” Nadia said. “What a way to start each day.”

“Move in with me, Nadia,” Elizabeth said. “I know this place is small, but I want the two of us to wake up to this together every morning.”

Nadia grabbed Elizabeth’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I do too,” she said.

(100 words)

Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo credit: Roger Bultot.

Friday Fictioneers — For Regular People

“What kind of car is that?” Anna asked her husband, who fancied himself to be a car buff. “I’ve never seen anything like that.”

It’s a Citroen Deux Chevaux,” Brad said. “It’s rare to see one over here.”

“I’ve never heard of it,” Anna said.

“That’s not surprising,” Brad said. “It was a French car and it was in production from 1948 through 1990. It was said to be France’s answer to Germany’s Volkswagen. The idea was to make cars affordable for regular people. It’s a classic.”

“Look, it has a for sale sign,” Anna said.

“Really?” Brad said, smiling.

(100 words)

Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo credit: Brenda Cox.

Friday Fictioneers — The Park

“But you promised,” Billy whined.

“Yeah, Mom, you promised,” Bonnie chimed in.

“I know,” Sandy said. “But it’s been raining for days and it’s still drizzling. We’ll have to wait for a sunny day so the park can dry out a bit.”

“We can wear our yellow rain slickers and our yellow rain boots,” Billy said.

“And you can bring your big umbrella,” Bonnie said.

Feeling worn down, Sandy caved. A few minutes later they arrived at the neighborhood park. “Where is everyone?” Billy asked.

“Yeah, Mom, where is everyone?” Bonnie repeated

Sandy sighed. “They’re at home, cozy and dry.”

(100 words)

Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Roger Bultot.

My Muse is MIA

It’s Friday. There are a lot of prompts and challenges today, like Jim Adams’ Friday Faithfuls, where he asks us to express our thoughts about whether or not time exists. And Paula Light’s TGIF, where she asks us to share our random thoughts about whatever random subject crosses our mind.

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields has her Friday Fictioneers prompt, where she presents a photo and asks us to respond with a post of 100 or fewer words.

And, of course, there are all of the daily word prompts that I usually respond to, like my FOWC with Fandango, The Daily Spur, Word of the Day Challenge, Your Daily Word Prompt, My Vivid Blog, Ragtag Daily Prompt, and E.M.’s Random Word Prompt. But I’m drawing a blank.

There are also poetry prompts, photography prompts, music prompts, wordle prompts, and other prompts designed to inspire and promote creativity. But for some reason, today I am uninspired. I’m so tired of politics that I can’t bear the thought of posting another political rant. Or to grouse about how the Christian nationalists are attempting to impose their beliefs on the rest of us by turning the U.S. from a secular democracy into a Christian theocracy. Nope, I’m not in the mood.

So here I am, uninspired, my muse is MIA. Maybe I’ll go take a nap and, upon awaking, my muse will be by my side once again.

Friday Fictioneers — The Dinner

“Andy, can you give me a hand with these bags” Sara called out to her son when she got home .

“Jeez, Mom,” Andy said, “did you buy out the whole grocery store?”

“No,” Sara said. “You know I invited my boss, Mr. Kim, and wife for dinner tonight. So I went to the Asian market and got stuff to prepare an authentic Korean dinner for us all.”

“Do you know how to cook Korean meals?”

“I’ll just toss a bunch of this stuff into chicken broth and heat it up.”

“No, Mom, I’m calling Mr. Kwon at Jong Ga’s for delivery.”

(100 words)

Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo credit: Brenda Cox.