#FridayFictioneers – Flying Saucers, Dude

PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

“Woe!  Dude, did you see that?”  Cindy looked wild eyed into the sky, lost her footing and fell into a pile of straw.

“What?” Scott asked in a thick voice.  He looked around halfheartedly through squinted bloodshot eyes.  Shading the sun with one hand, he looked, not knowing what he was supposed to be looking for.

“You see it?”

“See what?”

“The flying saucer dude.”

“Oh!  You’re hallucinating again.”  Scott plopped down in the straw next to Cindy.  “But since we’re both in the straw.”

Cindy pushed him away.  Another saucer zoomed past.  She screamed, and bolted into the woods.

WC:  100


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#FridayFictioneers – Cool Breeze

PHOTO PROMPT © Yarnspinnerr

Carl lay back looking up through the hole in the rotted roof.  Sweat on his forehead ran down into his eyes.

The midday sun hid just outside his line of sight, burning bright and hot in a cloudless sky.

What I wouldn’t give for a cool breeze, he thought.  He looked over at the defunct ceiling fan,  wishing yet again that it could spin.  How nice that would be, if the blades were straight and spinning, making this tropical paradise bearable.

That however was not to be.  So he poured another tequila, and waited for a cool breeze to blow.

 

WC:  100


#FridayFictioneers is a weekly blog link up hosted by Rochelle over at RochelleWisoff.com. You should check out her sight and perhaps try your hand at writing a 100 word story.

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Weekend Packing

Weekend packing,
Just what's lacking?

Always something,
That I'm forgetting.

Once again through the list,
Maybe spot what I've missed.

And off we go down the road,
The packing story all told.

All that we've got,
And all that we lack.
Must last the weekend,
And bring us back.

Couldn’t help but put this up.  As I was packing this morning, it ran through my head, and then of course, I forgot most of it.  I think that it all came back in the end though.

Hopefully I didn’t forget anything too important!

 

#FridayFictioneers – The Perfect Place

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Mr. Jowers sucked in a sharp breath as Jenny’s eyes lit up.  Just his luck that she “loved” the most expensive place.

“It’s perfect Daddy!” She exclaimed pointing.  “Band there, cake there, …and this dance floor!”  She twirled with all the grace of the ballerina she was.

“Yes, it’s nice.  But the last place was nice too.”

“That place,” Jenny said crinkling her nose, “was horrendous.”

“B-but the columns.”

“Oh, Daddy, columns are so two years ago.”

With visions of the perfect wedding in her head, she left Mr. Jowers and a smiling hotel manager.

 

Daddy reached for his checkbook.

WC:  100


 


#FridayFictioneers is a weekly blog link up hosted by Rochelle over at RochelleWisoff.com. You should check out her sight and perhaps try your hand at writing a 100 word story.

Good luck!

#FridayFictioneers – Nobody’s Fault

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

“Pull over Butch.  This is the spot,” Ray said ignoring his passenger.

Brakes squealed over the low engine hum and gravel crunch as the long black sedan pulled to a stop.

Ray pushed open his door and stepped out.  “Let’s go,” he said looking over his shoulder.  “You wanted to talk?  Well, now’s your chance.”

Sly opened his own door and slunk over to the table beneath the great oak.  He didn’t know how many were buried here, just that it was a lot.

They sat.

“It wasn’t my fault, Boss.”

“I know,” Ray said.  “It’s Nobody’s fault.  It always is.”

WC:  100

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First Nice Day, Stuck at Work (Time to Play)

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The sun is finally out,
But not me, I'm in.
Can't be sure,
But this may be a sin.

Oh, the pull of a sun-soaked day,
Fighting the urge to go out to play.

Somehow, someway,
It doesn't seem fair.
Somehow I doubt,
The bosses really care.

And so we sit and waste away,
While counting down 'til it's time to play.

 

#FridayFictioneers – Road’s Closed

PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg

“Road’s closed,” George huffed, slipping his pack off and tossing it. He settled beside it and pulled a canteen free. “Guess we’re heading back.”

“We can’t. Look at all that nature.” Riley gestured out beyond the horizon, his voice panicked. “No way can we turn back now.”

George pulled hard from the canteen and nodded. “You may be right.”

Riley grinned. “I knew you’d…”

“Hold on,” George interrupted. “You’ve got fifteen minutes to take pictures or whatever. Then I’m heading back.”

Riley stomped off. There was no sense in arguing.

Walking back, George considered driving back to get his sign.

WC: 100


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