friday fictioneers

The Days and Nights of Molly Dodd

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“I really like the way my rose is now,” Brenda told Cheryl.

“I call that a Molly Dodd moment.”

 

“Huh?!” her friend gasped.

 

“I grew up,” Brenda explained, “watching shows like ‘My Mother the Car,’ ‘Mr. Ed,’ and ‘Seinfeld.’

 

“Molly, for me, is the epitome of normal. In the  typical episode, Molly reads  her mail, says hello to a neighbor, blows her nose. You know, plain stuff.”

 

“I can understand that,” Cheryl opined. At the same time though, each of us often needs Gunther Toody and Ed Norton in his life too. Contrast and balance are the answer to everything.”

 

Moocho thank you to Rochelle Wisoff~Fields for being our Fearless Leader in Friday Fictioneers, a weekly attempt at a hundred~page story based upon a photo prompt. This week’s prompt was supplied by Marie Gail Stratford.

 

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My Patron saint

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“It’s Ash Wednesday,”  Donald reminded Anne. “Let’s watch ‘San Gabriele.’ ”

“That Italian movie?!” she mused. “How well do you remember your college Italian?”

“Gabriel Possenti was a perfect role model for Lent,” he reminded her. “Each of us has to carry whichever crosses God asks of him. Two of Gabriel’s sisters, and his mother, died when he was small. His brother Lawrence even committed suicide. Gabriel died a Passionist Religious, of tuberculosis, when he was twenty four.”

“I remember,” she explained. “Through it all, he was a charming, happy, friendly sort. It’s not easy, but it’s possible and necessary.”

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers.  Write a complete story~beginning, middle, and end~in one hundred words, based upon a photo prompt. Rochelle Wisoff~Fields is our fearless leader. This week’s photo prompt was supplied by Dale Rogerson.

the Black Pearl

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 “So,” Ivor asked Muriel, “Have you ever heard of the origin of the Black Pearl Legend?”

She nodded “no”.

Her husband went on to explain:

” Long ago, there was a lovely Spaniard woman who came to America because of a broken heart. One day she bought a train ticket to Philadelphia. Mysteriously she was murdered on the platform.

“The culprit was never caught.”

“Folks say her ghost appears at this location on random days, around noon. Don’t worry, though. It’s just a crock. ”

Just then the Angelus bells rang at nearby St. Gabriel’s.

The couple cringed and turned pale.

 

Please join us and read Friday Fictioneers, a collection of hundred~word stories based upon a weekly photo prompt. Our fearless leader is Rochelle Wisoff~Fields. This week’s prompt is supplied by J.S. Brand.

 

Well it’s one, two, three what are we fightin’ for?

“Have you read the Washington Post’s article on the fiftieth anniversary of the Tet Offensive?” Stanley asked Yolanda.

His friend asked for a head start, not having read it yet.

“On this day in 1968,” he explained, “The Viet Cong launched a series of  attacks on South Vietnam, that lasted until September 23rd.”

“It was one of the war’s largest military campaigns.”

“Yeah,” she admitted. “William Calley’s My Lai Massacre was on March 16th that year too.”

“That’s why I always  give to organizations like the American Legion,” he reminded her. “Hey, you never know where these guys have been.”

stumpsWelcome to Friday Fictioneers, where Rochelle Wisoff~Fields leads us in our weekly attempt to write a story based upon a photo prompt. Rochelle supplied this week’s photo prompt.

St. Edith, Rosa, and Blessed Titus

“This time of year is heavy for a history major, you know,” Stanley told Yolanda.

“Why?” she wanted to know.

“January 27 is the anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz,” he explained. “St. Edith Stein and her sister, Rosa, both Carmelites, died there. Blessed Titus Brandsma, another Carmelite, died at Dachau.”

“They’re my favorite Carmelites,” Yolanda reminded him. “The Steins died because they were Jews and Titus died because of his outspoken defiance of the Nazis.”

They both stood motionless for a seemingly endless few moments in the bitter cold. Then the couple walked away quietly, clutching textbooks.

Please join us as Rochelle Wisoff~Fields, each week, guides us through Friday Fictioneers, a collection of hundred~word stories. This week’s photograph was supplied by Sandra Crook.

if not art school

Larabie and Miz Kitti ran into each other outside the local art school.

“Three prominent twentieth-century characters were failed art students,” he reminded his friend.

“Explain away, Larabie,” the Miz wanted to know.

“I’ve always been interested in the Catholic intellectual world,” he went on, “So I know that G.K. Chesterton dropped out of art school.”

“Because I’m a John Lennon fan,” he told her, “I know that he did too,”

Then he reminded her, “Hitler never even got accepted when he applied.”

“Behind every failed artist,” she mused, “there’s a revolution waiting to happen?”

Dale Rogerson supplied this week’s photo prompt. Rochelle Wisoff~Fields leads, as always, Friday Fictioneers.

utopia dystopia

Dora and Periwinkle always read the Chick Tracts they find on their train.

“This moron was a true product of our ugly age,” she exclaimed.

He wanted an explanation.

“He was like the secular fanatics who cry racism, anti-Semitism, yada yada when they don’t get their way,” she groaned.

“His cartoons portray an ugly, vengeful God who sends everyone except Fundamentalist Christians to Hell.”

“Secularism is equally ugly and vengeful, sentencing all us intolerant Deplorables and Hypocrites to some neo-Nuremburg Trials.

“Fanaticism of any kind is always quite evil,” Periwinkle sighed.

Both then stared vacantly and sadly into the distance.

Thanks to C.E. Ayr for our photo prompt this week and to Rochelle Wisoff~Fields, as always, for guiding us in Friday Fictioneers.

just `17 and you know what I mean

“’17 is often a tough year,” the Village Egghead reminded Althea.

“Why?” she couldn’t help asking.

“Well,” he continued. “1517 was that nasty Protestant Revolution. In 1717 the Masons were founded. In 1917 Russia had its October Revolution and Wilson got us mixed up with World War I.”

“I tell you,” continued he. “God somehow does things funny. 1789 was Robespierre’s French Revolution. In 1989 Reagan got Mr Gorbachev to ‘tear down that wall’. That was the one good thing on the list.”

“We can’t live to see it.” he reminded her. “but 2117 and 2189 promise to be quite a couple of doozies, my young lady friend.

This week’s photo prompt is from Sandra Crook. Rochelle Wisoff~Fields leads us in Friday Fictioneers.

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.