Friday Fictioneers — Fifth Birthday Party

188221BB-54D0-41ED-88D1-AA1B1BCA5FA9It was a perfect day to have all of her friends from her kindergarten class over to celebrate Cheryl’s fifth birthday. Her mother planned all kinds of games to keep the fifteen or so kids occupied. Games like musical chairs, duck-duck-goose, a sack race, an egg and spoon race. She even rented one of those inflatable bounce houses and hired a clown to juggle and make balloon animals. She also set up a piñata filled with candy for the kids.

All of the kids were running around having a great time. But all Cheryl wanted to do was play pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey.

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Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: J Hardy Carroll.

Friday Fictioneers — Same Difference

A8AE1743-0151-4FB0-8F57-2AB1BDDC929F“I’m so proud of our daughter,” Gloria said. “Look at her swim. She’s like a fish out of water.”

“You used the wrong simile, Gloria,” Richard said. “To say that someone is a fish out of water means that they are out of their element and are uncomfortable in their situation or surroundings. I think the simile you were looking for is that she swims like a fish.”

“Same difference,” Gloria said.

“Gloria, if something is the same as something else, there is no difference. You can say ‘the same’ or ‘no difference,’ but not ‘same difference.’”

“Bite me, Richard.”

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Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

Friday Fictioneers — The Homestead

08907395-1A34-46F6-9C15-90B1F3724596Craig pointed to what was left of the old, decrepit structure. “That’s the house that my great great grandfather built when he first came out west,” Craig said. “He got the land through the Homestead Act of 1862.”

“What happened to it?” Jill asked.

“My grandfather died when my father was a young boy,” Craig explained. “My grandmother couldn’t pay the taxes so she abandoned the place and moved to the city, where she met and married my step-grandfather.”

“Wow,” Jill said.

“Yes,” Craig said. “And I found out the land is for sale and I want to buy it back.”

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Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Jean L. Hays.

Friday Fictioneers — The Press Conference

9EB79927-1319-44A2-A780-0A7869BB9F50The police chief stepped up to the microphone at the hastily called press conference in front of the synagogue where the incident took place.

“Our community narrowly escaped what could have been yet another heinous act of antisemitism,” the chief said. “The perpetrator entered the synagogue, shouted ‘Jews will not replace us,’ as he opened fire with an AR-15 semiautomatic assault rifle. He got off two rounds before the rifle jammed. Fortunately no one was shot and three congregants were able to tackle and subdue the shooter.”

He paused. “I implore you, Mr. President, cease your hateful rhetoric. Please, sir.”

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

Friday Fictioneers — The Black Bag

5D8A1383-6295-4578-86AB-331E141BC190The police received a call about a suspicious-looking trash bag sitting atop a snow bank created when the snowplow cleared a narrow road after an early spring snowstorm blanketed the city under a foot of heavy, white snow.

The desk sergeant ordered Hector to immediately investigate the complaint. Hector reluctantly bundled up and headed to the designated location. He found the large, black trash bag and walked over to it. He tried lifting it, but it was quite heavy. He noticed a dark red liquid oozing from the bag, so he looked inside. It was filled with human body parts.

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Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Dale Rogerson.