Category Friday Fictioneers

The Adventurer – Friday Fictioneers

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Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. She has requested that we extend birthday greetings to Jackie P. and Perry Block, so….

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BOTH OF YOU!

Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!

Copyright - Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields

– The Adventurer –

Murdo McMaster didn’t quite possess the spirit and guts of Great Uncle Hamish.

Hamish had cheated death countless times as he captained his tiny fishing boat, the ‘Nil Desperandum’, in the unforgiving seas off the west coast of Scotland. Murdo’s chosen path as a tourist-season pleasure boat captain was ironic, to say the least.

The only thing that Murdo had ever cheated was the IRS. Now he would be forced to take his two-berth out into the Atlantic, in the hopes of reaching international waters before the tax authorities caught up with him.

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The Small Things – Friday Fictioneers

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Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!

– The Small Things –

“They are important to you?”

He was very young, barely a man.

I surmised that he had no recollection of what had gone before; few of us remained these days.

I scratched my neck, meditatively at first, then realised that I was worrying at another flea-bite. The damned things had returned.

“Well, yes. They remind me of a special person in my life.”

Fear ghosted his face, a fleeting spectre marring his innocence.

“One item reminds you of one person? You have lost that many?”

I nodded, silent.

His mask of youth slipped.

He knew. Somehow, he knew.

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Revival – Friday Fictioneers

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Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!

Copyright - Dawn M. Miller

Copyright – Dawn M. Miller

– Revival –

“This is how it used to look. Before they ripped its heart out.”

I take the picture from him, one that he keeps in his wallet next to a photo of his wife and daughter.

It’s a cutting from a magazine, the paper soft with age – I hold it as if caressing a butterfly. He is in tears; men are not afraid to show their pain here. Life has been too hard to pretend otherwise.

I stare up at the bones of the building, black against the blood red of the setting sun.

“We will rebuild your museum, I promise.”

His smile is radiant.

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