Friday Fictioneers — Forbidden Love

She knew it’s meaning as soon as she opened the long, narrow box that had been delivered to her doorstep. Inside, lovingly wrapped in tissue paper, was a single red rose. There was no note in the box, but she knew who had sent it, and that made her both tingle with anticipation and shiver in fear.

One red rose. Love at first sight. The attraction was instantly mutual, but this was a dangerous game. She was in her first year teaching English lit and he was high school senior.

Love was forbidden, but oh the poetry she would write.

(100 words)


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

Friday Fictioneers — Bob’s Big Boy

“You know where we should go tonight?” I asked my wife. We were visiting the town we grew up in, dated, married, and lived for a few years before moving away around forty years ago.

“Bob’s Big Boy,” she said, a sparkle in her eyes. We used to go there back in the day. We’d go there for coffee and to share one of their famous hot fudge ice cream cake desserts.

We hopped in our car and drove to where our local Bob’s was located. We were excited. But when we pulled up, what we saw broke our hearts.

(100 words)


Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt, photo credit: Carole Erdman-Grant.

Friday Fictioneers — Street Parking

“Why does Grandpa always put that chair in the street, Momma?” Linda asked.

“He doesn’t have any off-street parking for his car, and that’s a big problem for him in the winter when it snows,” Linda’s mother explained.

“But how does putting a small wooden chair on the street help with that?” Linda asked.

“That way people won’t park their car in that space when Grandpa’s car is not parked there.”

“Can’t someone just pick up the chair and move it and park their own car there?”

Linda smiled. “Seems the shotgun he aims at them discourages that.”

(98 words)


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

Friday Fictioneers — Feeling Dizzy

Jacob was sitting at a table at the street festival sipping on a cup of coffee and munching on a danish when that dreaded, but recently not that uncommon, sensation of dizziness hit him. He closed his eyes and prayed that it would pass quickly. But this bout of vertigo seemed to hit him hard.

He attempted to stand up, but the spinning sensation was just too much for Jacob. The last thing he remembered before coming to in a hospital bed was looking up at the church across the street as he was falling toward toward the ground.

(99 words)


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

Friday Fictioneers — Out To Pasture

“Hey Emery,” Raymond said to his old friend. “Whatever happened to that old, light green Ford flatbed truck you used to have back in the day?”

“Oh, you mean old Nellybelle?” Emery said. “I finally had to put that old workhorse out to pasture.”

“So you traded her in, huh?” Raymond asked.

“Nah, I didn’t trade her in, Raymond,” Emery said. “She wasn’t worth a bucket of spit at the end.”

“So you junked her?” Raymond asked.

“Nah,” Emery said. “Like I told you, I put her out to pasture. Literally. She’s sitting out in the pasture behind the barn.”

(100 words)


Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo credit: Bill Reynolds.