so tired of waiting

“Hey Ophelia,” the terrified psychiatric patient asked the new nurse at Good Samaritan Hospital. “What’s that room outside for?”

“Never mind, Mr. Schmedlap,” she chided him.

Young pretty Ophelia, a recent graduate, specializing in psychiatric nursing, knew all about the kinds of patients who ended up in those separate rooms, isolated from all the rest.

“Just relax, Sir,” she advised, “And read your Newsday.”

In her imagination she couldn’t help wondering, “Will he be one of those people I keep hearing about?”

“Only time will tell,” she thought.

She went about her rounds. He kept busy. They both waited and hoped.

Each week Rochelle Wisoff~Fields leads us in Friday Fictioneers. Please read our hundred~word stories. This week’s photo prompt was supplied by Roger Bultot.


lucky break or what


“Oh no,” Clem stammered. “What could those policemen want me for?”

“I warned you not to pull that tag off our mattress,” Elvira reprimanded him.

He thought back, pallid of complexion and overwhelmed with anxiety, to all his early days with friends, doing drugs and playing with firearms. Perhaps one of the unexplained deaths in his crowd had finally been somehow traced back to him.

The cops pulled him over. “May I please see your license and registration, sir?” asked Officer Muldoon.

“This is just a random safety belt check, Mr. Schnauzer.”

“Thank you,sir. Good night.”

The photo is from The Reclining Gentleman. Rochelle Wisoff Fields is in charge of our Friday Fictioneers, a weekly 100~word attempt at story telling.

a misunderstanding


The ad in the Daily News read: “Pick three beautiful famous women to share supper with you.” Bob chose Mary Queen of Scots, Eleanor of Aquitaine and Marie Antoinette. He filled out the form and sent in his application. The fateful day finally arrived. In frustration, he called the company that placed the ad.

“I just don’t get it!” he exclaimed in rage. “I did as I was told to do! What happened?”

“Mr. Wiggums,” the company’s representative gasped, “Don’t you understand? They’re all dead!”

He simply couldn’t believe he’d gone to all that trouble for nothing.

i can’t get no satisfaction

“Perhaps too much of everything is as bad as too little,” purports Edna Ferber.  I can most certainly believe that. Deficiency has a tendency to lead to frustration and resentment but so does excess because when someone has entirely too much of something, however good and enjoyable it is, it invariably becomes stale.  People even take each other for granted that way too.  It’s part of mankind’s dark side. Each of us always gets bored and loses interest in anything that’s been around too long, or is too easily available or too plentiful. Economists refer to it as utility.  It’s always best to do things with a sense of moderation. When someone neither overdoes nor underdoes something it increases significantly his ability to appreciate it.  I’ve always seen this in my own experience.  Nothing takes away from my enjoyment of something than the feeling that it’s always been that way and that it will never change, whether it’s a television, show, a job, a school or anything else. That’s why vacations, weekends, and other occasional changes of routine can be quite helpful. Each of us should at all times be restricted to a very strict budget, financially and otherwise. It’s the common condition of mankind to lose interest in things. That’s why we have such things as planned obsolescence in salesmanship, and style and fashion in everything. People are perpetually dissatisfied and excess only makes it worse.