Peace, at Last

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Peace, at Last

Breaking News: The United States has just declared a moratorium on nastiness. No longer will advocacy groups be used as pawns to segregate people by race or ethnicity. Politicians have both promised and mandated: “Only truth will be spoken.” Words of malice, vindictiveness and spitefulness will be set aside.

A truth coalition has been established to facilitate this endeavor. It has been given full power to sanction dissenters. Rehabilitative centers are ready to assist all malcontents in coming to terms in the accepting of truth. If you know the names and/or whereabouts of struggling malcontents call for help. 1-800-FREEDOM REIGNS.

Written for Friday Fictioneers.  Requirements: Use the PHOTO PROMPT provided. Write a complete story based on it in 100 words or less: Beginning. Middle and End.

I Love You Soooooo Much!

PHOTO PROMPT @ Jan Wayne Fields

I Love You Soooooo Much!

“There now. Doesn’t that just make you feel good all over? A place for everything, and everything in its place.” Agatha smiled at me triumphantly and briskly rubbed her hands together giving herself a gratifying self-high-five.

Aggie was always ready to help me out. Didn’t matter the time. Didn’t matter the place. Didn’t matter the skillset needed. Aggie was there for me 24/7. It was exhausting!

“Thanks Aggie. I love my new workspace.”

“I knew you would. I’ll leave you to it, now.”

“Thanks, again, Aggie,” I said as she was leaving. “Now where did she hide my thumb drives?”

Written for Friday Fictioneers.

Megabots Are Real

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

Megabots Are Real

“I see him. I see him.” Broodan couldn’t hide the fear in his squeaky twelve-year-old voice.


“There’s no way he can see us hiding here in the ditch?”

“Is there something unclear about ‘sssshhhh’?

“I know ‘sshhh’. Do you know ‘Holy Crap!!!’ That’s the gianormous robot from my comic books you said I was wasting my time reading.”

“Unless you have something helpful to say, now’s not the time to be snarky.”

“Is it being too snarky to know that this comic book tells you how to kill that creepoid?”

I grabbed the book from his hand. “What page?”

Written for Friday Fictioneers.

I’ve Seen You Drive


I’ve Seen You Drive

Lady Templesworth wheeled onto the pier. Smiting the brake, she pressed the lift enclosing the convertible and shut-off the engine simultaneously.

Quickly disembarking. Lord Templesworth tried to get to the driver’s door of the pink Ferrari before his wife could exit on her own.

She won.

Racing to the dock, she exclaimed, “It’s pink!”

“Completely renovated. Teak decks. Your signature paint. A master and guest berth. A gourmet kitchen. An entertainment room. And of course, the accompanying necessities.”

“It’s beautiful. HoneyBear, why buy this lovely yacht before you’ve taught me to navigate?”

“Entirely a business decision, My PookeyBear. I’ve seen you drive.”

FYI: I cheated a little. I counted Lord Templesworth’s and Lady Templesworth’s name as one word each.

Written for Friday Fictioneers.


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“Sweetms, when you said we had a five-story beach-front house with a 360-degree lookout tower, this isn’t exactly what I thought you were talking about.

“She’s beautiful, Darling … Isn’t she? You can sleep to the rhythmic beatin’ of the waves every night. And you ought to see it in the moonlight.”

“There appears to be a lot of stairs. What about when our folks visit?”

“Easy peasy. There’s a lower loft under the first floor. I’ve installed an elevator-lift. It’s complete with its own full bath and master suite along with a kitchenette.”

“Looks like you’ve thought of everything.”

Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: Week #32: 2020. 


PHOTO PROMPT – © Jennifer Pendergast
PHOTO PROMPT – © Jennifer Pendergast


“It’s nothin’ to it.”

“Are you sure, Jesse?”

“You’ve heard Uncle Bo talk about train-hopping to go somewhere-or-nother almost every night we camped.”

“But Ma said half-a-what Uncle Bo said was rose-glassed reminiscing.”

“Ma just said that to keep us home longer. Pa needed us to do the farmin’. Well, there’s no farmin’ left. Pas drunk it all away and the bank got the dirt now. You know Ma is going back East. I ain’t a-goin-be no city dandy. Is that what you want?”

“’Course I don’t”

“Then stop bein’ so fickle-hearted and let’s run.”

“Wyoming, here we’s a come!”

Written for Friday Fictioneers: August 8, 2020

It’s Perfect

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

It’s Perfect

The arrangements were complete.

I had double-checked every detail.

Heck, I triple-checked most of them.

After changing my shirt for the fourth time… it was wasn’t dirty, I just couldn’t control my sweating… I calmly walked downstairs. I wanted to check out the table settings before they got here.

It’s perfect.

They are to be seated just in front of the windows. What a lovely view.

It’s perfect.


That’s his car. They’re early.

Heading to the back closet, I grab my coat, gloves, and Barrett M95.

If Nathan, my twin brother, gets married before me, everything goes to him.

Written for Friday Fictioneers.


PHOTO PROMPT © Jeff Arnold


“Grab your bag. You know it don’t last long.”

“Already packed from the last one. Didn’t even have to replace the snacks. Last’n disappeared before we’d left town.”

“That’n was a small one. Look at the size of this baby,” Rudolph’s excited was evident. “’Bigger the rainbow, bigger the pot of gold’, Granddad said.”

“Granddad said a lot of things.”

“He won’t’ a lied in his last words… ‘Somewhere over the rainbow…’”

“Rudolph, that wasn’t Granddad. That was Dorothy, of Oz.”

“What did Granddad say?”

“Shut the dad-burn door. It’s cold in here.”

“Oh, then why are we chasing this rainbow?”

Written for Friday Fictioneers: 100 word prompts.




“Wait, Andy. Shouldn’t we think about this a little more?”

“Nah. This either opens the door to Grammy’s winter closet, like she said …”

“Or it’s the entrance the elven kingdom Grandfather mutters about when he’s drunk,” finished Walter.

Opening the door, the boys stood stunned. Before them – a winter wonderland.

“Welcome.” They turned and were greeted by a stout, dwarf-like creature wrapped in wolf pelts, holding two crowns. “We’ve been awaiting your arrival.”

“They were both right,” whispered Andy.

Written for the 80-Word Challenge for FANSTORY and Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner: Week #13.


PHOTO PROMPT © Jeff Arnold


Dear Mother,

I hope you are well. I have just finished typing Mr. Tumulty news briefing. Yes, that Mr. Tumulty! (The private secretary to President Wilson) I have a temporary promotion. (If I do well, who knows?) Tumulty’s previous assistant has been out sick. (We are hoping it is not the Spanish flu, as Margaret, the President’s daughter has contracted it. I have been told that several Secret Service are sick also.)

Mr. Tumulty went home today not well. I am being vigilant. We never take our face-masks off here in the office.

Please send all my love,

Aristotle Mansfield

Written for Friday Ficitoneers.