Category Friday Fictioneers

L’chaim! – Friday Fictioneers

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Here is another late(ish) 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!

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Copyright – Kent Bonham

– L’chaim! –

“I don’t darn well believe it!”

“What, Mr Cohen? What have I missed? What have I done? Please don’t fire me Mr Cohen, sir, I’ve got a wife and – “

“…kids at home. Yes, I know. I’ve heard it a thousand times.”

The floor manager gulped nervously. His new studio boss glared ominously at the lights suspended high above their heads.

“My darned fool of a brother has been up there again – look at that graffiti! What does it say, Sonny?  My eyes ain’t so good.”

“Eighteen, sir. That’s all.”

A smile spread across Mr Cohen’s face. “For luck, and to life! The studio will be a great success!”

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For those of you that don’t know, the Hebrew word for life is ‘chai’, which has a numerical value of 18. L’chaim means ‘to life!’ and is used when toasting someone’s health. L’chaim is also used as a name for a celebration.

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Shredded – Friday Fictioneers

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Here is another late 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!

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Copyright – John Nixon

– Shredded –

The mountains of paperwork had reached mammoth proportions.

Deluged by policies, amendments, white papers and term sheets, her desk had disappeared long ago.

There was a knock at her office door.

“Oh come in, do. Please tell me you’re my new assistant…”

The air hung heavy with expectation, desperation even.

The timid girl entered, hovering near the door.

“S-sorry,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She darted forward, placed a Perspex sign on top of one of the paper towers and left – quickly.

Clare picked up the sign and rolled her eyes.

“‘Head of Environmental Policy’ indeed,” she muttered.

Oh, the irony.

 

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Blueprint – Friday Fictioneers

freyathewriter 45 Comments

Here is my late 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!

old-building-staircase

Copyright – Rochelle!

– Blueprint –

Of course, they thought of it as a cruel and unusual punishment, something in which they had delighted since 1933.

Hire a Jewish architect to draw up the plans, engage a firm of Jewish builders, take on Jewish craftsmen. Everyone knew the purpose behind the building – it was the Nazi regime’s pride and joy.

The HQ of the Third Reich’s railway system was a grand affair. The hub of their efficient cargo transportation across the continent of Europe, Poland a special destination.

The workers were just grey, miserable, expendable creatures. The grill pattern in the stairwell, their final, finishing touch…

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