#WeekendCoffeeShare – Cider Time

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If we were having coffee, I would be having cider instead.  Tonight is my first hot apple cider since around the new year, so it’s been awhile.  It is cold and rainy out.  Perhaps that put me in the mood.  I can get you a cup if you’d like, but I can fire up the coffee pot as well if you want to keep it traditional.

The week was busy, so it’s nice to sit and relax a bit.  I’m listening to Counting Crows.  Adam is singing “Raining in Baltimore” at the moment.  It’s fitting because it’s raining here as well.  There is a line in the song (“these train conversations, passing me by and I don’t have nothing to say”) that reminds me of the photo prompt from this weeks Friday Fictioneers.  My little 100 word story had nothing to do with that line, or the song for that matter, but I can’t help but think of the photo with that line. Continue reading “#WeekendCoffeeShare – Cider Time”

#FridayFictioneers – Getaway Train

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Dawn M. Miller

“Tickets,” the attendant called from down the aisle.  The train began to sway as it picked up speed.

Kev held his tickets in easy reach and tried not to look at the scrolling landscape.  Train travel.  He hated it, and everyone that knew him knew that.  He had been sure to drop it casually into conversations over the last few months as the investigation ramped up.

The attendant took and tore Kev’s ticket.  “Thank you,” he said handing back the stub.

“No,” Kev smiled.  “Thank you.”  He relaxed.  It would be days, maybe weeks before they even suspected the train.

WC:  100

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#WeekendCoffeeShare – A Good Start

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If we were having coffee, I’d offer you a cup of some not so fresh coffee that’s hanging out in the kitchen.  I brewed it a few hours ago, so it’s not the freshest, but it’s still good and it’s plenty hot.  There’s also milk and water or a tea bag or two around if you would rather go that way.

I started last week off pretty good as far as writing goes.  I spent Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday writing on lunch break at work, then coming home and doing a little more with it.  Well, Monday and Tuesday had some at home work, it was Wednesday that I fell off the wagon, but it wasn’t totally my fault. Continue reading “#WeekendCoffeeShare – A Good Start”

#FridayFictioneers – Tin Man Fan?

PHOTO PROMPT © Nick Allen

“This one was used by Henry Ford in 1908 as they tweaked the Model T’s production line,” Nick said.  This one a few years later, on the Model TT, Ford’s first truck model.”

“Really,” Sarey said trying to look interested as he talked.  He was a good looking guy, and rich to boot.  But what kind of guy collected oil cans?  Car guys, okay, but oil cans?

“I’m sorry.  I’m boring you.  You wanna just go get something to eat?”

“Sure, but why oil cans?”

Nick shrugged and glanced over the mantle.

Sarey cringed at the Tin Man mural painted there.

WC:  100

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#WeekendCoffeeShare – A Day In

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It’s not often I get a day in.  A day to relax, write, play the ole guitar, and let my introvert flag fly high.  Inside… where no one can see it.

Today has been that day.  It was nasty this morning, so I got a decent workout in, took the trash off, put on a pot of coffee, and settled in.  Oh, coffee.  That was rude of me.  There’s a pot there in the kitchen, freshly brewed and ready to drink.  If coffee’s not your thing, there’s tea, water, or milk.  Help yourself!

Now that we’ve got  Thanksgiving behind us, I guess it’s time to look forward to Christmas.  Christmas already!  It’s hard to believe.  There is a local radio station that has been playing Christmas music for weeks now, and I just don’t understand it.  That should be saved to at least the week before, but I suppose there’s a market for it.  I don’t get it, but anyway. Continue reading “#WeekendCoffeeShare – A Day In”

#FridayFictioneers – Thanksgiving 2018

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Jeremiah took the package and walked a little distance to the river’s edge, hopped from rock to rock and settled down where the rushing water could rumble around him.

Warm sun forced the long tan coat he wore off, so he folded it neatly and laid it beside him, clear of the water insuring it would be dry for the night’s cold.  It was a good coat, showing a few holes from years of wear, but it would be good for years yet.

Settled, he looked to the sky, mumbled a few words of thanks, and unwrapped the turkey sandwich.


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#FridayFictioneers – Laying in Wait

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Gravel crunched underfoot sounding a rhythm as Casey ran the river trail.  The sun blazed down, turning what should have been a cool fall day into very late summer scorcher that pulled sweat from every pore of the lone trail runner.

Just a couple more miles to the bridge and cool shade by the water.

At the bridge Casey drank water from a reusable bottle and stretched the legs out before sitting on a pile of large, cool rocks to rest in the refreshingly moist river air.

Casey never saw who lay behind the rocks until it was too late.

WC: 100

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