Sunday Photo Fiction — It’s In the Can

45025656-DDF6-46F6-AF2B-21C13519C9F0“I can’t believe what a mess it is in here,” Megan said to her husband. “Did your dad ever throw anything away?”

Eric laughed. “Well, he didn’t have a car, so he used his garage to store his collectibles.”

“If you define collectibles as junk,” Megan said.

“Well, make sure you go through all the containers,” Eric said. “There might be some hidden treasures in this garage.”

After a few hours of rummaging through all of the collected crap in Eric’s father’s garage, Megan said, “I’m exhausted. Can we call it a day?”

“Yeah,” Eric said. “I just want to grab that rusty kerosene can from that shelf up there.” He got the step ladder, reached up, and pulled down the old kerosene can. “Holy shit!” he exclaimed.

“Eric, are you okay?” Megan called out as she was just about to exit the garage.

“Megan, this can is full of hundred dollar bills,” he said.

“What was your father into, Eric? There’s gotta be ten grand in this can,” Megan said. She pulled a few hundred dollar bills out of the can. “Ugh, they smell like they’ve been soaked in kerosine.”

“What do you know about money laundering?” Eric asked.

(200 words)

Written for this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt from Donna McNichol. Photo credit:

FOWC with Fandango — Garage

FOWCWelcome to February 9, 2019 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “garage.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.

Friday Fictioneers — Monstrosity

img_0332“Oh my God, Henry,” Charlotte said. “I send you out to the garage to get rid of all the junk in there so that both our cars can fit and then come out here to find this monstrosity in our backyard? What is wrong with you?”

“Monstrosity?” Henry objected. “This is a work of art, Charlotte. Look at it! It’s worthy of being displayed at the MOMA, for crissake.”

“I’ll not have your junk sculpture spoiling our backyard,” Charlotte said.

“Fine,” Henry said. “But if I move it back into the garage, there won’t be any room for your car.”

(100 words)

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



Another One of Those Days

Jason was getting pissed. He looked at his watch. The bus was running ten minutes late, based upon the schedule. Samantha, Jason’s wife, could sense his irritation. “Don’t worry,” she said, we’ll get to the theater in plenty of time.”

Jason and Samantha lived in a fairly large city. One of the advantages of being urban dwellers is that the city has a well-developed intra-city bus system. They owned a car, but it spent most of the time languishing in their garage. They mostly took buses because they had their pick of bus routes within a few blocks from their home that could get them to and from just about anywhere within the city. So there wasn’t much of a need to use their car unless they wanted to head out into the countryside.

“Finally,” Jason said, spotting a bus several blocks up the street. But as it got closer, Jason realized that it was a local bus, not the express bus he preferred. When the bus pulled up to the stop, Samantha started to get on, but Jason pulled her back. “Let’s wait for the R.”

The “R” label was for “rapid.” It meant that the bus would bypass those stops not designated as rapid bus stops. These express buses stopped at only about a third as many stops as the local buses.

“Oh please,” said Samantha. “The buses are running late, so let’s grab this one while we can. This way you’ll have plenty of time to get popcorn and we won’t miss the coming attractions.”

Jason looked at his watch once again. “Fine,” he said. “But I hate taking the local bus.” They boarded the bus, found their seats, and sat down. After reaching the third stop on the local route, Jason saw the “R” bus passing them by.

Jason’s face turned a deep shade of red and Samantha knew that he’d be blaming her for not agreeing to wait for the express bus.

It’s going to be another one of those days, she thought.

Written for today’s one-word prompt, “express.”