#FridayFictioneers – A Cool Drink of Water

PHOTO PROMPT © Karen Rawson

“Go,” Johnny coughed.  “Water.”

Michelle limped the path to the stream and collected a tall cool jar of water.

She was a good wife.  Had always been.  Never complained.

Back up the path, careful not to spill a drop, she returned.  “Here, fresh from the stream.”

Johnny snatched the jar away and drank greedily, spilling water around the corners of his mouth.  He slammed the empty jar down.  “More!”

“Be right back.”

Grumbling how dumb she was not to bring more in a trip, he watched her leave.

Michelle disagreed.  She didn’t want to poison any more water than necessary.

WC:  100


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#WeekendCoffeeShare – Racing and Writing

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If we were having coffee, we would be drinking, yet again, what the hotel is passing off as coffee.  It seems that it’s been there for a bit now as it’s just warm instead of hot, but there is a microwave here in the room, so we can handle that.  I also noticed some tea bags down there if that’s your thing.  Again, we can make use of the microwave to get that water piping hot, and then we can relax a bit and chat over drinks.  That sounds nice.

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#FridayFictioneers – The Summit

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields

Lydia sprinted the final 50 yards to the summit, spread her arms wide, breathed in the cool, crisp mountain air and let out a huge “whew-we” that echoed back to her again and again.  A smile split her face in two.

Fifteen minutes later, a huffing, sweat covered Darren joined her.  After a halfhearted high five, he lay flat on his back, closed his eyes and did little other than breath.

“Oh, come now, have a look.  It’s beautiful.”

Groaning, Darren propped up and scanned the horizon.  “It is,” he admitted.

“So, worth the run, right?”

“I wouldn’t go that far.

WC:  100


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#WeekendCoffeeShare – Relaxin’

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If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that it’s been one long week and I am so happy that the weekend is finally here.  I have for your sipping pleasure tonight, coffee, tea, apple cider, and of course water.  I think I’ll have a bit of the apple cider while we sit, listen to some music, chat, and just relax a bit.

What’s on?  One of my favorite playlists.  The Black Crowes, “She Talks to Angels” just finished playing.  I’d say that it’s a bit odd that a song of a girl using drugs, presumably heroin, is so moving, but it is.

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#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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#WeekendCoffeeShare – Watching the Fights

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If we were having coffee, I may just have to pass tonight.  Not because my love of coffee has waned (on the contrary), but because I’ve already drank about two pots today.  At some point tonight, I’m going to need to sleep, so perhaps I should abstain until then.  The coffee pot is at the ready however, so feel free to help yourself, and as always, we have tea and water.

We can watch the fights as we talk.  The UFC is on, and maybe there will be some good fights tonight.  I used to keep up with the UFC.  We would go out and watch the pay-per-views, making a night of it with friends.  It was a good time, but now I mostly just watch the free ones that come on TV.  I’m not sure why we quit going out to watch the fights.  Maybe I’m just getting old, or maybe I just got tired of spending the money that could have been better used elsewhere.  Who knows? Continue reading “#WeekendCoffeeShare – Watching the Fights”

#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.

Good luck!