“Hey Melvin,” Stanley blurted out. Youse know anything about wasps or what?”
“You mean like our neighbors the Hollingsworths?” his friend answered. “Not much, why?”
Stanley gave Melvin his “Youse stupid or what?!” look and dragged him out of sight of the insects.
He asked him if he wanted to attend this year’s Pittston Tomato Festival.
“It’s from today to Sunday man! We just gotta go!!” was the only possible answer.
They then drove over the Fort Jenkins Bridge into the annual extravaganza.
“I know it’s Woodstock’s anniversary,” Stanley bragged. But man oh man nothing can possibly touch this!”
Rochelle Wisoff~Fields leads us weekly in Friday Fictioneers, a story based upon a picture. This week’s photograph was supplied by Janet Webb.
It’s been announced that schools in Charlotte will no longer be using the terms “boy” and “girl.” They’ve adopted a new gender fluid policy that allows students to be whatever gender they prefer. Boys will even be allowed to attend all-girl overnight trips, so long as they identify as girls for the duration. To alleviate…
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While visiting family in northeastern Pennsylvania, Reginald and Rachel took a walk on the local boardwalk.
“Isn’t this such a nice change from Long Beach’s boardwalk, honey?” Rachel pointed out.
“If we were there now,” her husband reminded her,”we’d be surrounded by teenagers with surfboards, Hasidic Jews in traditional black garb, and maniacs on bicycles.”
“It’s the perfect cure for our claustrophobia,”she couldn’t help noticing.
For countless hours they stayed there, enjoying the absolute silence and privacy, occasionally passing comments about the enigmatic triangle on the horizon.
“Too bad we don’t have one of those in New York”, she complained.
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Sylvia has had anxiety attacks for the past five years. She’s been seeing an individual therapist, Jeannine, once a week, and also sees Toby for group therapy.
She often visits her favorite neighborhood bar just to relax.
One night she was smitten by the reflection, in a window, of a sign advertising for fruit and vegetables.
Immediately she wrote a memo, on her phone, reminding her to tell Jeannine and Toby how moments like that help her to relax.
Her alarm went off. She got up to leave so she could catch her train.
“Duty calls,” she told the bartender.
Thanks to Ted Strutz for this week’s photo prompt and to Rochelle Wisoff~Fields, our leader in Friday Fictioneers
It’s late July,1966, in Chicago.
Muriel and Gloria spot a terrifying sight.
“I know they’ve got Richard Speck already,” cried Gloria, “but I still can’t help losing control!”
“He’s that moron who tortured eight young nursing students to death,” replied Muriel. “He was high as a kite.”
“You have to admit that is one odd sight!” stammered the former. “Do you think it’s some copycat bastard?”
“Do you have to bring that up?” Muriel went on. “That always happens.”
Trembling uncontrollably they go home and try not to dwell on their fear.
“Let’s stick together all day,” Gloria suggests.
Thanks to Janet M Webb for the photo prompt and to Rochelle Wisoff~Fields for her help each week in Friday Fictioneers.
“Honey,” Leo begged Sylvia, “for my birthday, can we please go to Staten Island?”
“STATEN ISLAND?!?” she screamed. “What in the hell kind of complete LUNATIC begs for STATEN ISLAND?!”
He explained, “Until my twelfth birthday I lived in Queens. I’ve been to the Bronx, Brooklyn, and Manhattan a brazilian times. What am I, cursed, I can’t spend one day on Staten Island?!”
Gazing at him dumbfounded she whined, “Wow! If I’d a known I was marrying such a hardship case, I’d a listened to my parents and married Orville Kruger~”
“Never been to Staten Island~such a heartache!!”
Thank you to Jan Wayne Fields for this week’s photo prompt. Rochelle Wisoff~Fields guides us weekly in Friday Fictioneers, an attempt at hundred~word storytelling.
I’ve been a lay Carmelite ever since October 2001. The Order is quite ancient and has its origins well before the eleventh century, traditionally hearkening back to before the Birth of Christ.
The Order, since the days of Sts. John of the Cross and Teresa of Avila in Counter-Reformation Spain, has been divided into two main branches, the Discalced, and the Calced (or Ancient Observance). Although they have much in common, each branch has its own separate customs, rules, and traditions. Each month of the liturgical year has at least one Carmelite feast day.
July is quite an important month for Carmel since it’s the month during which we honor both St. Elijah, the Prophet and our Father, on the twentieth; and the Virgin Mary. Mary gets two days. The first is the Solemnity of Our Lady of Mt. Carmel on the sixteenth. Her other feast day is the Mother of Divine Grace, on the twenty third. It’s on the nineteenth in Europe. Sts. Joachim and Anne, parents of the Virgin Mary, are also honored on July 26 as the protectors of the Order.
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I spent a few hours this past weekend at the Long Beach, New York, annual Arts and Crafts Fair on the boardwalk. Yesterday I wanted to try to take a picture of a plane with either a banner or skywriting. Unfortunately I wasn’t quite fast enough.
“Mr. Faffner,” Satan explained to Harvey, “On this day in 1812, Beethoven began writing a famous love letter to his Immortal Beloved.”
“Did you also know,” he continued, ‘that on July 7, 1940, Ringo Starr was born?”
Harvey cringed, begging helplessly for an explanation.
“As Lucifer, my good man,” The Father of Lies continued, “I was in charge of music.”
“Little do you know how easily I deceive and destroy people with it.”
“People warned you not to join that band. Don’t you remember what I did to John Lennon?”
This week’s photo prompt is from Jan Morrill. Rochell Wisoff~Fields is our weekly Friday Fictioneers moderator.
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