Category Archives: Friday Fictioneers
NEEDED: A HERO
Ellajean tried to engross herself in the adventures of Western romantic fiction. A genre generally dependable to have a happy-ever-after ending as the hero rides off with the new bride he won with his “good day, Miss” manners, his winning smile, … Continue reading
JACK OF ALL TRADES
Jack of all Trades, handyman, tinker Quite an extraordinary thinker The kids were excited and ready to play They pouted when told to wait ‘til next day Dad is going to need some time To make it strong and sturdy … Continue reading
THE LEANING TREE
1952: With girlish glee I measured my adolescent growth by the Leaning Tree. 1955: Four inches taller but I still walked straight as I passed under the Leaning Tree. 1956: My sixteenth birthday pictures were taken under the branch … Continue reading
DANGER IN TOMMY’S TODDY
Glistening ice causing lacy trees Freezing fast in frigid breeze. Street light shining for those still out Shows way home for a gadabout But Tommy struggles to get to the gate Too much drink has made him late, He lays … Continue reading
PRDT-Xa MISCALCULATES
BREAKING NEWS: PRDT-Xa designed amazing technological advancement which can function robotically as a giant keyboard – translates all keyboard characters – even Khmer’s 74 characters. It will not be useful in America since it will not be fully developed for … Continue reading
FIRST RESPONSE
I sit and look across the lake. Lights are beautiful. I snap a still. Then decide to do a video. Beautiful as it whirls….. What’s happening? The ferris wheel crumples to the ground. “Oh, Wow, what a shot! Reporters will … Continue reading
BUILDINGS AND PEOPLE GET OLD
NOTE: I question whether this is in poor taste. I am not being cynical, making light of a problem, nor being humorous. I am exaggerating, but I am recognizing that this kind of problem exists. We need more medical research … Continue reading
“YOU OLD GOAT”
PHOTO PROMPT © Randy Mazie “Summer visits, six years to nine, climbing apple tree, goat’s milk, making butter, feeding the goats, playing with kids,” I chuckled as I wrote. Old home site memories. No buildings remained. The grave stone was a … Continue reading
OFF-SPRING OF THE LITTLE ENGINE THAT COULD
See that silver, sleek, streak whizzing by – that’s ME – an offspring of the Little Engine that Could. We snicker at the “Greatest Generation” trains down at Central Station. That Little Engine huffed and puffed to pull two … Continue reading
