Friday Fictioneers — Old School

85E5FE2C-7310-4960-99F8-B501DE6E150FHaving recently retired and with time on his hands, Clark decided to fulfill his life’s greatest ambition. With a head full of ideas, interesting and compelling characters, and intricate, twisty plot lines, he would write the great American novel.

Clark was old school. It wasn’t that he was a technophobe. He just liked the feel of using a manual typewriter. So he put aside his laptop and took out his old, antique Underwood, slipped a piece of paper on the roller, and started pounding away on the keyboard.

Before he finished the fourth page, though, Clark stopped typing. “Damn arthritis.”

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

Friday Fictioneers — Pink Cadillac

2AED5E46-01AA-4533-B718-AA93164F9DB3“I thought you were gonna call it the ‘Pink Cadillac Diner,’” Dwight said.

“Yeah, that was the plan,” Derek said. “I bought the dam car and all.

“So what happened?”

“Roger,” Derek said, “does whatever he wants to do no matter who he hurts.”

“But isn’t he your 50/50 partner in the diner?” Dwight asked.

“Supposedly,” Derek said, “and he loved the pink Cadillac idea, but he wanted to name the diner ‘Rock-n-Rogers,’ so he had the Caddy painted, hoisted it to the top of the tall sign post, and told me if I don’t like it, I can take it down.”

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I’m a few days late for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, but here it is. Photo credit: J Hardy Carroll.

Friday Fictioneers — Social Distancing

B9676356-F356-4073-9F90-63D71F689883“This is remarkable,” Douglas said as he and his wife headed to the small square and fountain in the middle of the city park with their dog. He looked at his watch. “It’s quarter past four,” he said. “This place is usually teeming with people at this time of day.”

“A lot of people, particularly those our age, are staying at home, self-isolating, avoiding crowds, and practicing social distancing,” Elaine said. “This coronavirus is playing havoc with people’s lives.”

“Well, that’s good news for us, Elaine,” Douglas said. “We have this lovely spot all to ourselves.”

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

Friday Fictioneers — Empty Shelves

D29E0192-D8FD-420D-9A63-2D4A058F0B0A“Mr. Kim, what’s happening?” Mrs. Klein asked. “Your shelves are almost empty. Where are all of the exotic fruits and vegetable that usually fill your shelves?”

“In a word, Mrs. Klein, it’s coronavirus,” Mr. Kim said. “Many of my exotic fruits and vegetables come from China and other parts of Asia and I can’t get them anymore due to this health crisis.”

“Don’t you see what’s happening?” Mrs. Klein said. “The coronavirus is a Democratic hoax designed to undercut our president. It’s all made it up just to make Trump look bad.”

Mr. Kim shook his head and walked away.

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

Friday Fictioneers — The Comic Opera

2EA4123C-4CB0-424B-96C7-68B92B6F7E56“I don’t like him. He’s not funny,” Doris said.

“Who’s not funny?” Ted asked.

Gilbert Gottfried,” Doris answered. “He’s obnoxious.”

Why are you bring up Gilbert Gottfried?” Ted asked.

“You said we’re going to see a Gilbert Gottfried performance tonight,” Doris responded.

“No,” Ted said. “It’s Gilbert and Sullivan and a performance of H.M.S. Pinafore.”

“Who are Gilbert and Sullivan? Are they a comedy team?”

“No. They wrote a comic opera called H.M.S. Pinafore.”

“An opera? I thought we were going to a comedy club.”

“Finish getting dressed,” Ted said. “When the actors take their final bow, you’ll be clapping.”

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Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo credit: Dale Rogerson.D8CFE08F-5168-4694-B3E6-5ECFEF614359