what if?

Old friends John and Cynthia, and Paul and Jane, ran into each other at a Liverpool art exhibit.

” ‘Ey Paulie”, John intoned, “Remember that band of ours? What were we, bloody Bea’les with an ‘A’?”

“Yeah”, Paul admitted. “Stu’s murder in ’60 scared us into quittin’.”

“Teachin’ at Dovedale Primary’s nice,” he went on, “But we might ‘ave done something with that.”

“Anyway”, John said, “George and Ringo are electricians and we’re all ‘appy. We should get in touch with them, Patti, and Mo later on.”

The foursome, none under seventy, hung around in an atmosphere of deafening silence.

Each week Rochelle Wisoff~Fields leads us in Friday Fictioneers, an attempt to write a hundred~word story based upon a photograph. This week’s Photograph was provided by Claire Fuller.


Michael and Erin

On the weekend of my fifty~seventh birthday my nephew (and Godson) Michael, and Erin, got married. The wedding was at Nostrano Vineyards in Milton, New York.

The scenery was perfect. I got a chance to hobnob with our relatives and Erin’s.

I couldn’t help being smitten by the view. Milton was named after the seventeenth~century Jacobin poet, author of “Paradise Lost”.



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long ago medical condition

“Why do you always keep old medication around?” Elmer asked Albert.

“Until I was twenty six,” his friend reminded him, “I was on dilantin, phenobarbitol and valium. Weird thing is, I haven’t had a seizure since I was eleven.”

“I went to a neurologist in the middle of the eighties and he said not to bother to take the pills anymore.”
“I’ve always enjoyed souvenirs of the past anyway so I thought, ‘what the hey!

“Well I guess it’s cool,” Elmer admitted, “But I think I’ll stick to my yearbook and bowling trophies.”

Then they went out for the night.

This week’s photo prompt is by our Friday Fictioneers leader Rochelle Wisoff~Fields


vesti la giubba

Mildred was watching Stanley, her classmate,  put on his make-up at Emmett Kelly Clown School.

“You know, Mildred,” he explained, “folk just don’t get it.  Perhaps it’s Shakespeare’s fault for having used those clowns as gravediggers in ‘Hamlet’.

“True,” she opined. “Besides that everyone always hides his emotions behind a false face. It’s deliberate deceit. Isn’t that what life is about, though, for good or evil?  So much is about impression. ‘Vesti La Giubba’ is a command for one and all.”

They both simply quietly sighed.


Rochelle Wisoff~Fields leads us weekly in Friday Fictioneers, an attempt at a hundred~word story based upon a photograph.

This week’s photo prompt was provided by C.E. Ayr





St. Therese and the Poison of Unbelief

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Saints are an antidote to the poisons of their times, G.K. Chesterton once wrote. They reveal what’s wrong with the world in which they live and counteract that poison by their own lives. Mother Theresa, for example, saw a world poisoned by its neglect of the poor.  She not only pointed out the evil but did something about it.

Padre Pio is another example. He’s a reminder that the denial of God present in a human being poisons human life itself. God is present in people, Padre Pio reminds us.

This Saturday is the Feast of St. Therese of Lisieux. What poison does she counteract? For one thing, her promotion of the spirituality of childhood opposes the current belief that we are self sufficient and can do anything we please. No, we’re not bigger than God.

Does Therese also counter the poison of unbelief? A recent poll from the Pew…

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the great society

“You see, Throckmorton,” bellowed Wilburforce, “since the 1960’s we’ve supplanted Christianity in man’s religious worldview.”

“Our Unholy Materialist Trinity is the intellectuals, the State, and the cultural elite.”

“We make blacks and whites, Christians and Jews bitterly resent each other. It’s always someone else’s fault, you know.”

“We’ve invented a phony virtue, tolerance, and developed a deceitful language to fool people.”

“Anyone we deem intolerant, or a hypocrite, is given a lobotomy here.”

“Divisiveness and sexual degeneracy, all in the name of freedom and equality, will make people happy in our great society. Count on it sir. You have to.

Rochelle Wisoff~Fields leads us in our weekly Friday Fictioneers, a hundred~word story based upon a picture. This week’s photo prompt was provided by Amy Reese.


the narcissist

“I love Felix and Frances as much as you do honey, ” lamented Dave,  “but their daughter Blanche  is a self-absorbed creep.”

“I know,” fretted his wife Sylvia. “The entire Tri-State area was cordoned off to avoid inconvenience on her sixteenth birthday. The family shows weekly video updates, online, of her wedding for the past eighteen months.”

“Every move the girl makes is a multi-media spectacular and she’s not even the least bit pretty.”

“Besides that, we’re here, at their fancy country club, to celebrate her latest haircut!”

Rochelle Wisoff~Fields leads us weekly in Friday Fictioneers, an attempt to write a hundred~word story based upon a  photo prompt. This week’s prompt was supplied by Roger Bultot.


an escape from claustrophobia

A few years ago I joined the Monsignor Cass Council 2626 of the Knights of Columbus in Long Beach.

So far it’s a nice place but I have certain objections.

The parking stinks and the Knights’ Pub is too loud and crowded.

I’ve recently found a respite from the noise and crowds though.

Before each meeting I always hide out in the storage room in the back.

During the meetings we have our own brand of unavoidably necessary aggravation anyway.

Why add anything extra to it?

If only each of life’s problems could have that easy a solution, Oh how perfect!

Each week Rochelle Wisoff~Fields leads us in Friday Fictioneers, an attempt to write a hundred~word story based upon a photograph. This week’s photograph was supplied by Shaktiki Sharma.


false nostalgia

“All was not perfect before World War I, you know,” Charles told Harold.

Professor Blanc, at Farmingdale, just started a chapter on The Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire yesterday.”

“It was March 25, 1911. One hundred forty six people, mostly young Italian and Jewish immigrant women, were killed.”

“Yes, I get your point”, his friend sighed.

Everybody remembers Princip’s assassination of Franz Ferdinand and Sophia, that set off World War I. We all know about World War II, the Sixties’ sexual revolution, and all the other recent poison. Sometimes man needs a bit of a nudge nudge about the before picture though.

Friday Fictioneers is our weekly attempt to write a hundred word story based upon a photograph. Rochelle Wisoff~Fields is in charge. This week’s photograph has been supplied by Sandra Crook.