Mese: novembre 2018

Brave, Courageous, And Bold

Hildegarde had always been notoriously anxious. Finally she resolved to conquer her fear.

 It was the traditional dark and stormy night, when she sat down to watch a ‘Dark Shadows’ marathon.

From the very instant Victoria Winters introduced the first episode, Hildegarde’s heart and pulse beat hysterically.

In advance, she warned everyone not to call or to visit.  She attempted to persevere as the torrential rain and wind drove her to seeming madness.

For a while, all went well.  There was, however, one small catch: She had forgotten to account for the squeaky hinges on her doors.

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Brave, Courageous, And Bold

Hildegarde had always been notoriously anxious. Finally she resolved to conquer her fear. 

It was the traditional dark and stormy night, when she sat down to watch a ‘Dark Shadows’ marathon.

From the very instant Victoria Winters introduced the first episode, Hildegarde’s heart and pulse beat hysterically.

In advance, she warned everyone not to call or to visit.  She attempted to persevere as the torrential rain and wind drove her to seeming madness.

For a while, all went well.  There was, however, one small catch: She had forgotten to account for the squeaky hinges on her doors.

Woody Allen’s Alter Ego?

Harold truly believed that he was the conservative, Catholic version of a the typical Woody Allen character.


No kidding, Margaret,” he told his wife.   “Everything I do is accompanied by explanations in Windsor font. I  always hear old jazz standards in the background, and I’m a neurotic insecure bespectacled square.


“That’s O.K., honey,” she said.  “We all enjoy your pointless pseudo~intellectual musings about the ultimate meaning of life and reality.  It might be nice, though, if you could refrain from bluffing your way out of hard problems by saying ‘La di da, La di da’ every time something comes up.”



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Dale Rogerson, one of our esteemed and distinguished regulars, has supplied this week’s photo prompt.

Poor Communication

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 “I wonder what’s taking Tommy, Mack, and F.C. so long,” Charlie complained to Fred.  They said they’d leave their marks prominently displayed when they got here.”

 

 

The five old friends, having parted forty years ago due to circumstances beyond their control, had promised then that they’d get together on Veterans’ Day this year at exactly this spot, and that each would write his name where it could be easily seen.

 

 

“Maybe there’s been a mistake, or a delay because of traffic,” Fred reminded his friend, as they stood atop the boardwalk, waiting patiently for the others to arrive.

 

 

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11:11

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 Ralph and Sam were talking at the local park.

 

 

Hurry up,” Ralph said.  “It’s practically 11:11. You know what that pretty girl at the Coffee Nut Cafe said.  We have to make a wish.”

 

 

“My needs are so very  few,” Sam replied. “All I ask of life are the ability to open a pack of sinus pills easily, and to get my left leg into a pair of pants without falling down.  Who could want for anything more?”

 

 

The former merely gazed at his friend in amazement. “Oh yeah, that’s you, all righty,” he admitted.  “You’re quite the regular Mr. Adventure.”

 

 

Welcome back to Rochelle’s weekly Friday Fictioneers.  This week’s photo prompt is supplied by J.S. Brand .