“What is that plant doing in my crystal bowl?” Joanna screamed. “Remove it from that bowl immediately!”
“Jeez, Joanna, relax,” Frank said. “I need something to put the plant in for a few days until the planter I ordered from Amazon arrives.”
“That crystal bowl has been in my family for three generation,” Joanna said. “It’s not for plants.”
“Well, what’s it for, then?” Frank asked. “I’ve never seen anything in this bowl other than an accumulation of dust.”
“It’s for show,” Joanna said.
“Great,” Frank said. “Then let it show my plant some love for a few days.”
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Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
Herman saw the pair of old boots left on a ledge by a stone wall. He looked around, but saw nobody near to whom the boots might belong. A white sock was sticking over the top of one of the boots. He walked closer and found another sock stuffed inside the other boot. Herman removed his ragged shoes from his sockless feet, put on the clean socks he found in the abandon boots, put on the boots themselves, and walked away. They were slightly big for his feet, but we’re better than his crappy old shoes and no socks.
When she first learned that she had terminal cancer, Francine told Henry that she wanted to see New York City before she died. Having lived all of her life in rural Nebraska, she longed to see what she had always called the giant skyscrapers. So he arranged for a trip to the Big Apple.
Beaten, robbed, left for dead. Naked body deep in the woods. Cold, hungry, bleeding, tired. Yet still alive. If only just barely.
Bob opened his car’s trunk and pulled out two Frisbees. “Are you ready!” he asked Andy.