#WeekendCoffeeShare – 2020-01-24

If we were having coffee, we would be sipping some fresh brewed Starbucks Christmas Blend and relaxing with a little Jimmy Buffet on this nice Friday night. There’s also a bit of tea if you’d rather that and we could break out the Nilla Wafers for a snack if you’d like.

How is that Nilla Wafer? It had been forever since I had one of those not in banana pudding, but there’s a series of books I’m reading (The Joe Ledger series of novels by Jonathan Maberry) and one of the main characters has a thing for Nilla Wafers and after four books, I had to have some. They are good. I can see why Mr. Church likes them so much. I always did say that the best part of banana pudding was the cookies anyway, so I don’t guess I should be surprised.

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#FridayFictioneers – All of the Taste

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

Sammy knew what he had to do. It wouldn’t be easy, but if he could mange, it would be worth it. He hoped it would anyway.

He pulled in a deep, steadying breath and went for it, peeling the plastic from the tray and attacking the contents. All the nutrition he needed and no taste. It all went down with hardly a chew. Hardly a taste.

“Very good,” his mom said smiling. “Slow down for dessert. You don’t want brain-freeze.”

She needn’t have worried. He would savor this. His favorite with none of the nutrients and all of the taste.


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#FridayFictioneers – New Growth

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

The airlock clanged jarring Sarey from her thoughts. It was a months long trip of stars and blackness, and she was both happy that it was over and apprehensive at what awaited her. She already missed the color of Earth.

Heavy doors hissed open. The Captain greeted her in the gray tube that ran from docking to Control. They walked gray corridors, wore gray uniforms, and lived on a gray, lifeless world.

She would change that.

Her workstation was gray and barren. She stuck a photo to her monitor.

“Okay Mars, let’s get you growing.”

WC: 100


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#WeekendCoffeeShare – 2020-01-10

If we were having coffee, it would be iced coffee I got from the grocery this week as it’s already late and a whole pot of coffee would be overkill at this point. Yes it’s Friday night, and yes, I’ll be in the bed shortly. So I won’t be ODing on coffee tonight. Maybe tomorrow.

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#FridayFictioneers – Vacation

PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr

The moment the wheels stopped rolling, the RV door flew open and kids poured out like sands through an hourglass. They screamed and jumped, reveling in the freedom of open spaces and sunny skies.

Exhausted, Jan propped herself in the doorway. “You kids go play.”

They yipped and ran, playground bound, kicking up deep sandy footprints.

“Be back for dinner,” she called at their backs. “Don’t make me send your dad after you.”

Jan closed the door and collapsed on the couch. Dan turned from the instrument panel to look at her. “Dinner?”

“Yeah,” said Jan, “we’re ordering pizza tonight.”

WC: 100


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#WeekendCoffeeShare – Merry Christmas!

If we were having coffee, I’d wish you a Merry Christmas or even a very generic Happy Holidays if you prefer while sipping some hot apple cider instead of my usual brew. I can brew up some coffee or tea for you if you’d like, or I could nuke some cider for you like I have for myself. It’s a good drink when the weather’s cold like it is now. I’m no fan of the cold, but I do like a good sipping hot beverage!

It’s been a mixed week for me. Monday kicked off and kicked my butt. I got some sort of sinus bug or some such that had me feeling puny until Wednesday, so there was a sipping of a different kind the first part of the week. Dayquil sipping is what I’m talking about. Not exactly a great start to the week.

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#FridayFictioneers – The Plunge

A gazebo sits on the snow covered banks of a large body of water.
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

“No. Please,” Fin begged. Shivering in nothing but his tighty-whities, he wished for his gazebo bound clothes.

Bob laughed. “Please? That all you got?”

Large hands grasped Fin by the shoulders, held tight against his struggles, and pressed him onto the dock stretching over the icy water.

Pressed to the edge, Fin saw everything with perfect clarity. Snow covered beaches, epic mountains filling the horizon, and all that ice cold water.

Then he was flying, swimming, gasping, and being pulled out of the icy depths.

“We do this every year! Welcome to the family!”

Fin wondered what he married into.

WC: 100


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