PHOTO PROMPT © Jeff Arnold
George sipped his coffee while reading the latest draft not realizing it had gone tepid. He winced. Probably for the best. That cup marked the last of pot number two, and his nerves were standing on end. Sleep would never come. Tomorrow would be misery.
Pushing the cup away, he reached instead for a glass. One made for his “other” favorite liquid.
Wine flowed around the smooth curl of the glass. Red essence crashed into itself, crimson waves breaking on an ocean shore.
He sipped and read and felt his jangled nerves untangle. Perhaps sleep would come tonight after all.
Continue reading “#FridayFictioneers – To Sleep”
Photo prompt copyright J Hardy Carroll
Marty swung the door up on the DeLorean and ignoring the looks at the steaming car, stepped out onto a sunny 1955, tree lined street. He waved at a woman and she screamed before running off.
The diner was just across the road. Just as he remembered it. He never thought he’d come back, but there was nowhere to eat in the future. Everything there had shut down.
He remembered great burgers. And fries to die for. Oh, and the malts! His stomach did a happy flip as he hurried across the street.
He never saw Biff round the corner.
Continue reading “#FridayFictioneers – Back in Time”
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
“How miserable is this weather,” Raul moaned.
“Oh no,” April said. “This is the perfect day to stay in and… I don’t know, write some poems.”
“Poems? No thanks. Never been able to figure them out.”
“That’s because you never really tried.”
Raul slumped down in the couch cushions. “Did too. The words just don’t fit together.”
“You’re overthinking. How’s this:
"The rain today,
Is here to stay,
Time to write,
Since I can"t go play...
“Ugh! Maybe you’re right. That’s no good”
“No, I liked it.” Raul sat up and stared into the rain. “Lemme try… Okay, here goes…”
Continue reading “#FridayFictioneers – A Day for Poems”
Jack sipped his namesake, then turned up the cheap hotel glassware, draining the contents in a gulp before resting the glass atop his tupperware.
He chuckled at the little stack of plastic bowls. He had meal prepped for this trip with all the good intentions of a habitual dieter. Then the business went bad, and the diet with it. The healthy habits landed in the trash can, while he landed in all the local dives eating slop and drinking worse.
He poured another drink as he packed. There’s always next week, he thought. I’ll do better then.
Continue reading “#FridayFictioneers – Bad Business”
PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala
Old Elroy had two passions in life. Music and woodwork. Oh, how he could tickle those ivories, and build the bench to sit on while doing it.
You know, he could have been famous playing that old piano. We told him to focus, but he would have none of it, being of two minds as he was.
And so, when the tablesaw took his fingers, the music died as well.
You can still see his piano though. He couldn’t sell it, even though his playing days were done. Turned it into a planter, he did.
Darndest thing I’ve ever seen.
Continue reading “#FridayFictioneers – No Fingers, No Play”
PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr
Bobby parked the ‘Drunkmobile’ outside the bar and went. Shivering.
“Just got off, huh,” said the barkeep noticing his clothes. “Must be cold on that thing.”
“That’s what the gin is for. A double please.” Bobby shrugged out of his heavy work-coat and leaned back. “Getting my license and therefore a heater back next week though.”
“Guess you won’t be stopping in after work then, huh?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I’m kinda liking my evening gin.”
“Well, don’t get caught again.”
“No worries. I’ve learned my lesson.” He knocked the gin back. “One more. You know, for the road.”
#FridayFictioneers is a weekly blog link up hosted by Rochelle over at
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PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays
“Best sandwiches this side of the state. No, the country. Maybe the world.”
“Yep. It’s the bread… That’s right, the bread. Fresh baked every morning, it
makes the sandwich.”
not make a sandwich.”
“No. And yes. Anybody can stuff fillers between two pieces of bread. Everyone
has the same fillers off the same truck. The bread is the difference. People show up for the bread.”
“You are passionate about this bread.”
“Just wait, and you’ll see. Here it is now.”
“Place looks closed.”
“No way! What happened?!”
“Don’t know. Maybe they quit making dough.”
Continue reading “#FridayFictioneers – It’s All In The Bread”