soup kitchens

elmer’s death

Elmer, a regular at the local soup kitchen, got killed by a car last week. When his friends found out, they wanted to arrange a fitting funeral for him.

The volunteers asked some of their undertaker friends to donate their services.

His obituary was in Newsday.

Because of his having been, for so long, such a distinctive familiar character in the local towns, his wake and funeral were attended by hundreds of people.

In honor of his lopsided sense of humor, his closest friends left a memorial to him outside the kitchen . They knew he would truly have appreciated it.

Each week in Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle Wisoff~Fields leads our attempt to write a hundred~word story based upon a photo prompt. This week’s photo prompt has been provided by Ted Strutz.


the kitchen on pine street


“What goes on in there?” George asked Rob as they passed the slovenly neighborhood hovel.

His friend explained, “That’s the only hangout many of the homeless in our county have.”

“We let them into our soup kitchen from 11:45 until 12:45 six days a week for lunch. The rest of the time they come here to talk and to get to know each other. Other than that most of them live on the streets.”

“We don’t butt into anyone’s private life. Just treat each one with respect. They’re quite a motley bunch of characters we have here.”

Thanks to David Stewart for this week’s photo prompt and to Rochelle Wisoff~Fields for being our ringleader for our weekly Friday Fictioneers.