Mese: dicembre 2018

Be Careful What You Ask For

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Uncle Buford was the Fensterblaus’ official family raconteur.  Most of his kin admitted tacitly that ‘raconteur’ was a polite euphemism for liar.

 

 

They all loved Aunt Eunice, though, so they humored her by honoring her request to visit his grave annually on his birthday and anniversary.

 

 

” I done tol’ y’all the ol’ coot was plum full of horse pucky,”  Cousin Dorothy Jane told Cousin Maudie Mae in a prudently hushed voice during their last visit.

 

 

“What y’all mean?” Maudie asked.

 “‘Member he always said,” the former claimed, ‘May a goat pee on my grave if’n’ I’s lyin’?”

 

 

Joyeux Noel, Buon Natale, Feliz Navidad, and Nollaig Shona.   Welcome back to Rochelle’s

 

Friday Fictioneers.   This week’s photo prompt has been supplied by Randy Mazie   .

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Truth In Advertising

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Mildred and Arthur were overly conscious of their looks.   They were always shopping for new and improved ways to keep up their appearance.

 

 

They finally found something they both could really like, a French cream, that promised to take an entire decade off their looks.  When it came in the mail they were ecstatic.

 

 

They made sure to set it aside, on their favorite counter, where nothing could possibly happen to it.

 

 

There was a bit of a problem though.

 

 

Their ever~curious son, nine~year~old Ralph, got his hands on it.  It lived up to its promise.

 

 

Welcome back as Rochelle and we all take another chance at Friday Fictioneers.   Regular Adam Ickes has given us this week’s photo.

The End Of the World

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“Clare, from St. Mary’s book group, always makes us read post~apocalyptic novels,”  Teddy told Howard.

 

 

“Which ones?” his friend asked.

 

 

So far we’ve read ‘The Road’,  ‘The Shack’, and ‘Station Eleven’, the former said.  “They really make you think.”

 

 

“Yes,” Howard said.  At least pre~historic man didn’t know what he was missing.  It’s all about the apple, Pandora’s Box, no turning back.

 

 

“Like it or not,” he continued, “each of us is enslaved by time and change.  Those books have really opened my eyes.”

 

 

Then they both went back to reading their e mail and listening to Pandora.

 

 

Welcome back to Rochelle’s  Friday Fictioneers.  Douglas M. MacIlroy  has supplied this week’s photograph.

The Train



It was a perfect autumn

afternoon in Pittston.  Elmer and Albert were taking their daily walk.  

“That freight train’s been passing through, precisely this time each day, since before World War I,” Albert said.

“Our parents, and grandparents, grew up with it.  It’s a legend.  Local folk even set their watches by it.

“That’s nice,” his friend said, “but I have a bit of a  problem with it.  We have no passenger trains, or other public transportation, anywhere near here.

“How is that bad?” Albert asked.

“For one thing,” Elmer moaned, ” I don’t have a car.”

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