#FridayFictioneers – The Game

January 11, 2019January 11, 2019 ~ Russell ~ 24 Comments

Rosie wrung her hands and began reaching before forcing a stop. She leaned back with a hint of a smile. Her cheeks bloomed red.

The game was simple. Everyone writes their wildest fantasies, pops ’em into the jar, and shakes ’em up. Then the “fun” starts. The fun was figuring out who matched what fantasy, one at a time, until they were all found out.

Rosie glanced at Ken. He smiled wide in return, a knowing twinkle in his eye.

This somehow calmed her.

“Everyone ready?” Barb asked before emptying her wine. “Time to play.”

Rosie’s heart skipped a beat.

WC: 100

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#FridayFictioneers – Fences

January 4, 2019 ~ Russell ~ 18 Comments

“Wait.” Randell held up a hand. “Climb…that?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “It’ll be fun. Look at it.”

“I see. I see a fence and No Trespassing signs just back there.”

I shrugged. “No signs here.”

“That’s not how that works,” Randell said.

“Oh well, I’m a free spirit. Ever heard that song, Signs? ‘Put up a fence to keep me out, or to keep all the nature in,'” I sang.

“Yeah, I know it.”

“Besides, who’s gonna know? You gonna tell?”

We slipped the fence just before three large, rifle toting patches of grass rose up.

“That’s far enough boys.”

WC: 100

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#FridayFictioneers – The Goat

December 27, 2018December 27, 2018 ~ Russell ~ 24 Comments

Lightning streaked the sky.

Randy woke as the thunder crashed to find himself strapped to the cold concrete of the mausoleum. He wished he could rub his aching back. Or just stretch, but rough rope cut into both wrist and ankle. A scream squeaked past strained vocal chords and trembling lips.

The gathered didn’t notice his struggles, their glazed eyes stared into the distance from within deep hoods.

Eyes he knew. These people bought his goats.

A smiling, dagger toting man approached the mausoleum.

“Wait! I’ll give you a goat. A freebie.”

“Goat?” He smiled. “Tonight, you are the goat.”

WC: 100

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Boots

December 21, 2018 ~ Russell ~ 29 Comments

Adam swiped at the buzzing clock before wiping a hand across his face. It was too early, as always, but especially after last night. The night’s activity didn’t diminish the day’s responsibilities however, so he rolled out of bed.

Memories of the night flashed through his mind as he dressed. Had they really been swimming in December? Naked?

Please no pictures.

He smiled and poured coffee in a large cup. Tales of last night would show up at work. Grown men were the worst gossips after all.

He’d know what happened soon enough, if he could only find his boots.

WC: 100

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#FridayFictioneers – Retirement

December 14, 2018 ~ Russell ~ 26 Comments

So this is retirement, Frank thought., his tools scattered before him.

He had dreamed of retirement for years and all the things that he would no longer have to do once that time came. Banish early mornings and the workday for starters. Retirement meant relaxing, or so he thought. But here he was, up since the crack of dawn, working on this… thing. And when this is done, there’ll be another thing waiting.

Who knew honey-do lists grew at the speed of light?

“I’ll never catch up,” he grumbled. “I’ll have to go back to work to rest from retirement.”

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#FridayFictioneers – Getaway Train

December 8, 2018 ~ Russell ~ 16 Comments

“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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#FridayFictioneers – Tin Man Fan?

December 2, 2018 ~ Russell ~ 13 Comments

“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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#FridayFictioneers – Thanksgiving 2018

November 23, 2018 ~ Russell ~ 15 Comments

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

November 15, 2018 ~ Russell ~ 27 Comments

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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