The Quite Timely Demise of Jack – Friday Fictioneers

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The sun would be up soon, they needed to work faster. The ladies took turns spitting on the bundle when they finished weighing it down, “this is for Mary,” one said, kicking the reddening burlap.

“Alright, let’s get this to the river,” the tallest said. “And remember, we were working the whole night, each of us. Inspector Abberline can’t ever find out.”

It took all of them to carry the package from St George’s down to the Thames, a ten minute walk. And there Jack was dropped in without a word.

“That’s it, go home,” the tall girl said. “The streets will be safer for us tonight.”


Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories inspired by a photo that Rochelle Wisoff Fields posts every week.  This week’s photo courtesy of Roger Bultot.

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Looming – Friday Fictioneers

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“If just one of these threads breaks, it disrupts the whole system,” The big man said.

Tommy knew he wasn’t talking about the loom, other people worked on the loom. Tommy was to have a different job.

The big man shoved the gun in his hand. “Here, it’s named after you,” the big man laughed, more rasp than voice, with an edge that sent a chill up Tommy’s spine.

“The factory is just for show, the real money comes from us, our work, and if one thread in our work breaks, we all go down, understand?”

Tommy nodded, sweating, thinking he’d rather just work the loom.


Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories inspired by a photo that Rochelle Wisoff Fields posts every week.  This week’s photo courtesy of Sandra Cook

 

The Spinner – Friday Fictioneers

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“Step right up! Enter the Macrocosm Spinner! See where you end up!”

“Oooo, honey, let’s go on this!” she said.

“I don’t…”

She finished his sentence by grabbing his hand and pulling him to the line, her smiling, him chagrined, he just reached for his wallet as always. He noticed that no passengers exited the cars, they only paid and entered.

“Where are the people?” he asked, but she had already stepped right up and was handing over the money.

When the doors to their car opened, there was nothing but cold black inside, a black so thick he felt like he could reach in and grab a handful of it. “Maybe we shouldn’t…” he started, but she took his hand, smiling even bigger, and pulled him inside.


Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories inspired by a photo that Rochelle Wisoff Fields posts every week.  This week’s photo courtesy of Dale Rogerson.

Ivory Thieves

Bear this in mind… I don’t write poetry. But there is something very poetic in this photo, and that something—whatever it is—inspired me this week.

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The dead of ivory gone

88 keys stripped bare

The white is their treasure

Not the music that soars emotion among heights and depths

Not the sonorous miracle peculiar to this ambitious creation

Not the woodwork that curves beautifully, gracefully strong

They want white whom can only lay lifeless, void of sound or joy on their own.

Those cold and finite thieves steal away the dead,

And leave the bones of the miraculous to grow new life.


Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories inspired by a photo that Rochelle Wisoff Fields posts every week.  This week’s photo courtesy of Anshu Bhojnagarwala

 

 

A Dog Is Man’s Best Friend – Friday Fictioneers

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She knelt down fast, snagging her stockings on the old hard woods and swearing as she placed her cheek to the cold floor, “Tinky! Tinky-Kitty, where are you?” she yelled, peering under the sofa. Her heart beat faster and her cheeks flushed as she stood up and looked at the clock… already 15 minutes late! “Tinky!” she yelled louder. She rushed to her bedroom and snagged her other stockinged knee as she searched under the bed. “Tinky!” She screamed this time, sitting up and wiping cool beads of sweat from her brow.

Below the bedroom window, Tinky heard his name. But as he had already eaten breakfast, he settled himself on the back of her scooter for a nice relaxing morning nap.


Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories inspired by a photo that Rochelle Wisoff Fields posts every week.  This week’s photo courtesy of https://ceayr.com/ .

Field Trip – Friday Fictioneers

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“Now, these did not fly,” the guide said. “They would roll the individual along the ground, which took time and used large amounts of fossil fuels, which polluted the environment…”

“God, these field trips are boring”, she whispered to her friend. “I’ve been to this planet every year since 3rd grade, and it’s always lame!”

Her friend giggled, “I know! I hate this place. I bet the humans died off out of sheer boredom! Plus it smells sooo bad!”

“You may notice the air is toxic, this is due to pollutants from the various fossil fuels,” the guide said.

The girls plugged their noses.

The guide went on, “It’s a perfect lesson on the importance of taking care of your environment. Now let’s visit a waste dump.”

The girls collectively rolled their eyes.


 

Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories inspired by a photo that Rochelle Wisoff Fields posts every week.  This week’s photo courtesy of Ted Strutz .

Broken By Gaslight – Friday Fictioneers

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“Well who put tape over it?” he shouted.

“Dad, you did, you just can’t remember!” she said through bites of her fingernails.

“So you’re saying I fell, hit my head on the glass so hard that it broke, and I don’t remember?”

She nodded her head.

“Then why don’t I have a wound?”

“You do! It’s just hard to see it in the mirror! It’s a miracle from God it’s not bigger!” she said, nudging the hover board farther under her bed with the slightest movements of her foot.

“Bullshit!” he yelled, slamming her door shut and storming down the hall. She had to be lying.

He stopped at the hallway mirror and leaned in closely, inspecting his forehead in the reflection.


 

Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories inspired by a photo that Rochelle Wisoff Fields posts every week.  This week’s photo courtesy of Dale Rogerson.

The Pitfall’s Lure

FF dinner table

“Oh look, tea!” she said, peering in from the darkness of an overgrown boggy forest. Her husband looked around, the outside walls were beautifully green and smooth—and the room inside was inviting. But something was off. “I don’t know, this doesn’t seem right,” he said. His wife headed straight for the refreshments, “we’ve been hiking for twenty minutes! I need a break!” He followed her in. She reached for a cup, “Weird, it’s stuck, and it’s all…sticky!” Outside, one oversized leaf lobe began to close the room shut. “Did you hear something,” her husband said. “No, dear, but could you help me get this cup off my hand?” she asked, just before the pitcher’s digestive enzymes began to fill the room.


 

 

In the plant world, there are “at least 583 species that attract, trap, and kill prey…”

The Pitcher plant is one of them. It is known as a pitfall trap.

“Pitfall traps attract prey with nectar bribes…within the pitcher.”

And what better way to attract a human than with refreshments (or maybe money)


 

Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories inspired by a photo that Rochelle Wisoff Fields posts every week.  This week’s photo courtesy of Priorhouse .

 


 

“Carnivorous plant.” wikipedia, en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carnivorous_plant. Accessed 26 Sept. 2018.

Grandma Made It

FF disc-golf-basket

“Grandma made it, says it’ll take her home.”

“Home, where?”

“Dunno, Dad, she doesn’t make sense anymore.”

“Yeah,” he said, jingling the chains.

“Last week she told me a nude Harry Truman kept waking her up at night”

He shuddered.

“Truman gave me the schematics.” Grandma said, shuffling up behind her son and granddaughter who turned to give her a hand. “Said it’ll take us home, said it’s my time. Don’t know why he’s nude though.”

“Who welded…” her son began, turning toward the contraption, but it was gone. There was a black mark in the grass where it had sat just seconds before. A faint metallic smell hung in the air. He jumped back, startled.

“Mom! What…” He began, turning back to question the old woman.

But she was gone too.


 

Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories inspired by a photo that Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts every week.  This week’s photo courtesy of Douglas M. MacIlroy .

 

Ambition

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“Mary, what are you trying to catch?”

“Those things!” Mary said, “they have 2 legs and make tons of noise.”

“A human?!” Mary’s husband said. “Are you nuts? They’ll kill us both!”
“No, This’ll work. And then we’ll eat like kings!”

“Mary! When you moved us inside, I thought it was to get out of the cold! Not this! We’re going to be killed, you stupid woman!”

“Here comes one now!” Mary said.

“And he has a shoe! Mary, run!”

Mary’s husband ran up the light and across the ceiling, looking back to see his wife gently placed on the shoe and walked to the outside door.

Once outside, they regrouped. “That was too close, Mary! No more bright ideas, alright?”

“Ok. But hear me out. What about a web across the interstate bridge?”

“MARY!!”

far side spiders

A Far Side tribute this week.

Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories inspired by a photo that Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts every week.  This week’s photo courtesy of Victor and Sarah Potter.