The morning fatback sizzled in the pan as little bits of grease jumped and danced, burning her arms. She opened the window, letting the honeysuckle-kissed breeze in. She could hear cicada’s again, that meant her daughter would be turning thirteen years old, somewhere. Her daughter was an octoroon, so maybe she had a chance, wherever that somewhere was. She put her hands over her face at these thoughts of her daughter. The baby cooed in her cradle next to the sideboard and the woman went to her immediately, picking her up gently. “Shhhh, your momma’ll be up right soon,” she told the baby with a whisper, patting her softly on the back. Upstairs, the sounds of the baby’s mother and father rising began. And she took a deep breath, wondering if this day would be a good one, or a bad one.
Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories inspired by a photo that Rochelle Wisoff Fields posts every week. This week’s photo courtesy of Valerie Barrett.
2,148 people are missing after a flash of white light appeared in the sky Tuesday. Area woman Whitney Miser captured the moment on film at Splasher’s pool. “One minute my son was doing the backstroke, and the next he was gone!” she told channel 7 news. “It’s coincidence I took the picture at the exact moment it happened.” She hopes the financial reward for the photo will make up for losing her son. Local resident Leonard Fibber reports every member of his church is missing, though he doubts it was the rapture as a big silver disc fell into his cow pasture the same day. “It’s a big’n,” Leonard says. “Big enough to hold all them people that’r missin’.” Channel 7 is unable to confirm this however, as Leonard has a big rifle and will not let us onto his property.
—————————————————————————————————————————Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories inspired by a photo that Rochelle Wisoff Fields posts every week. This week’s photo courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
“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
“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 .
So bright it distorts the eye