I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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Category Archives: Friday Fictioneers
WEDDING DAY
Wandering Willie steps out his door daily at 11:30. He seems somewhat dazed but not dangerous to himself or others. What is he looking for? Does he need help? Gentle whispers from gentle souls about a gentle man. But Willie … Continue reading
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Tagged eternity, Friday Fictioneers, marriage, Rochelle's picture prompt, wedding dress
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AMERICA IS SICK
America, I am sorry to hear of your continuing health problems. It seems that your citizens cannot contain the abominable diseases that plague you. If you were medicated according to Constitutional principles, I’m sure you would improve. Two major forces … Continue reading
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Tagged abominations, America, Friday Fictioneers, lament, Rochelle's picture prompt, woke culture
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FINNY’S DREAM
Fishes school meets in “low” pool, where students felt so humiliated. Students got together and debated. Finny said, “I want to fly Past the waters, up to the sky.” “Aw, that is just a fancy scheme; You will never achieve … Continue reading
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Tagged Friday Fictioneers, isolation, Rochelle's picture prompt, short story
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REMEMBERING SHAKESPEARE
“Shhh,” cautioned Romeo, opening the fire escape door. Only a paper-thin wall separated Annalese from the hall so she was well aware of the couple’s escapades; she dubbed them “Romeo and Juliet” even though they did not fit the classic … Continue reading
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Tagged Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle's picture prompt, Shakespeare
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SADIE DOES
Beyond that hill is a magnificent house owned by Sadie. As a young widow, Sadie had to work hard to supply food for her family. One day she plowed up a treasure. Half million dollars worth. Lots of money in … Continue reading
STELLA’S RAGE
Sixty-two years of budgeting! Stella offered routine and capable service for forty years. Now she was retiring with no luxuries. If something cost more than $16, Stella didn’t buy! Her dad died and left $600 for Stella. Her chance for … Continue reading
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Tagged Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle's picture prompt, women, women's issues
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CONFIRMING HIS PROMISE
“Just go, I can’t take this anymore.” “Surely you don’t mean that,” Brian responded, as he held her close. “Yes, go,” Sadly, Brian left. It was June 8th. A date never to be forgotten. Two weeks since their baby was … Continue reading
UNSEEN WATER
Tootsie Tulip sparkled as she twitched her toes in the oozing water around her roots. Her ankles had become so dry, there was danger that she could not get water through her body up to her head. What then? Heatstroke! … Continue reading
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Tagged Friday Fictioneers, living water, Rochelle's picture prompt
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LEAVE THINGS BETTER
Mr. Jackson was a traditional fellow, practicing things his mother taught, like the Golden Rule and respect the elderly. He also went to schools that studied master poets and writers. He loved old poets, Tennyson, Wordsworth, and Emerson. Mom gave … Continue reading
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Tagged changing culture, Emerson, Friday Fictioneers, generations, Rochelle's picture prompt, teens, traditional, youth
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PLANTS APLENTY
Potential home buyers, Jack and Ellen were surveying the old downtown neighborhood. “Look at that,” exclaimed Ellen “This gate is sealed. but someone waters the plant.” “I smell a mystery a’foot,” said Jack. “Shall we look around?” There was no … Continue reading