#FridayFictioneers – Islander at Heart

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields

“What’s that thing?” Janie laughed.

Daryl tipped his floral ISLANDER hat.  “This is a mere reminder of where my heart resides,” he said.

“Really?  You ever been to an island?  Ever even seen the ocean?  And where’d you get that thing?”

Her questions hit him like punches.  He almost reeled back, but he set his feet and his jaw.  “Yes, no, no, and the internet if you must know.”

“Well, if you’ve never been to the islands, how do you know you’re an islander?”

“Come here,” Daryl said.  “Look out the window at all the snow.  That’s how I know.”

WC: 100


This is the second thing I wrote for our current prompt. The first one, written last night kinda stunk (in my opinion). Hopefully this is better! I think it is at least, and since the other has been discarded into the binary bin, you’ll just have to take my work for it.

Hope all you guys and gals are doing well out there and are having great luck with your stories, whether reading or writing them!

#FridayFictioneers is a weekly blog link up hosted by Rochelle over at RochelleWisoff.com, where our gracious host challenges us to fathom a story based on that weeks photo prompt in just 100 words. Thanks Rochelle! You should totally check it out and perhaps try your hand at your very own 100 word story!

32 thoughts on “#FridayFictioneers – Islander at Heart

    1. Thanks Dale! It’s true, that we are all living a bit in our own little islands now. I will admit to not thinking about that at all while writing my little story though.

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  1. An island in a sea of snow. I’m glad to be done with that for the next few months, not that it ever gets that bad here. Now, we’re all Gilligans refugees on our own islands of solitude. Fun banter.

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  2. I don’t know about the first one, but I totally identify with this one. Having grown up in Minnesota, I have experienced that sense of isolation in the center of a sea of sparkling snow. We lived in a prairie town, right across the road from a corn field. Vast and endless after a blizzard, the snow-sea surrounded our house.

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  3. This was a fun story. Sweet dreams are made of these.

    We are all living in our little islands these days and its good to dream. 🙂

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