Mese: dicembre 2016

g e r m a n y and m e g r y a n

Henry:  “Have I  told  you about my romance with Meg Ryan?”

Peter: “Ooh, do tell!!”

Henry: “Long ago I wanted to go to Germany. Filling out the application I accidentally spelled it ‘MEG RYAN'”.

Peter: “Naturally!”

Henry: “The next day she knocked on my door. It was instant true love!!”

“We were together, day and night, for months.”

Peter: “Hey, do you think the ticket lady will let us in for free if we tell her you’re such a V.I.P.?”

Henry: “I suppose t’s worth a shot.”

Peter: “All this because you can’t type. Oh I’m simply not worthy.”

This week’s photo prompt was supplied by Shaktiki Sharma. Rochelle Wisoff~Fields leads us weekly in Friday Fictioneers.


the regulars

Mavis walked into their favorite diner, looking like someone from the days when women were dames,dolls, and broads.

Her gams went way down to the floor.

Casper was dashing as could be in his fedora and trench coat.

It was their monthly ritual.

“Mommy, who are those funny people? Why are they in black and white?” little Tommy asked.

“Ssh, dear,” Mrs. Fleener warned.

“They come here often. It’s a nice game-I think.”

Just as mysteriously as they arrived, they ate, paid their bill, and left.

“I know this is an old fashioned place but…,” another patron mused.

Rochelle Wisoff~Fields is our weekly leader in Friday Fictioneers. This week’s photo prompt was contributed by Roger Bultot.

if wishing could make it so

As a joke, Henry and Peter, while shopping at Macy’s, wished they could be inside a snow globe.

Somehow it happened.

“What if somebody turns us upside down and shakes us?” Henry complained.

They tried, to no avail, to get the customers’ attention, waving and shouting hysterically.

At random times, patrons shook them.

This went on for hours.

Having eventually abandoned all hope of escape, the two attempted to play with the horses and snow.

“Do you think someone will buy us?” Henry wondered.

“I reckon if we’re on sale,” Peter replied.

The pair eventually got used to it.

This week, Rochelle Wisoff~Fields also supplied the photo Prompt for Friday Fictioneers, besides her being our fearless leader.

hi de hi de hi de ho

It’s the Saturday after Thanksgiving, 1983, At twenty four years old, I’m on a plane home from Western New York, after having visited some relatives.

I can’t shake the feeling that I recognize that old black guy in front of me as a famous musician. “Duke Ellington?” I wonder. “Count Basie?”

At least one of them’s dead.

There’s a middle-aged couple next to him. The wife asks him, “Are you Cab Calloway?”

My anxiety attack is no more. I heave a sigh of relief.

I overhear Calloway say softly, “That handsome young gentleman back there won’t have to go crazy now.”

Each week Rochelle Wisoff~Fields leads us in Friday Fictioneers, as we write a story based upon a photo prompt.

This week’s photo was supplied by Lucy Fridkin.

a disappointment

“It’s a nice place,” Harvey bragged to Muriel as they patiently awaited George’s and Gloria’s arrival.

“It reminds me of when we were kids in Queens,” she pointed out, “when we visited Sherwood Island in Connecticut every summer.”

“While we’re waiting let’s get the food ready.”

In the distance they heard a metallic voice.

“I am Klaatu from Planet BR 549. You must obey me.”

The couple politely explained that they were not interested.

“I don’t get it,” Klaatu complained. “It works on shows like ‘The Twilight Zone’. Why doesn’t it work in real life?”

He then walked away quite heartbroken.

Rochelle Wisoff~Fields leads us weekly in Friday Fictioneers. This week’s Photo prompt was supplied by Jan Wayne Fields.