Widow Margie

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PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young

 

‘Oh, man, lookit… Old Widow Margie has gone and tied one on again.’ Chief Stein said as he pulled the cruiser up in front of the house.

‘Isn’t she the lady who dressed like a corpse last year…scared those college girls spitless?’ Deputy Fine asked.

‘Yep.’ Stein shook his head. ‘Every year…sigh…’

‘Don’t see no harm.’ Fine shrugged.

‘Just watch…’

The girls giggled as they came around the house to view the cage. Inside, Widow Margie held a bag of candy. A sign said “Take One Piece ONLY…”. The girls reached in the cage…

“BOO!”

The girls screamed. Margie cackled.

WC: 100 words exact.

Author’s Note: My self-proclaimed mother, the real Widow Margaret, was well known for her Halloween pranks on the college students in my home town. Oddly, I think they looked forward to seeing what new prank she’d come up with every year… a rite of passage for the poor unsuspecting Freshman, and a source of entertainment for everyone else. The police would sit a few houses down and watch, but I think they did more laughing… Hope you got a chuckle, too.

This work of fiction is written for  Friday Fictioneer ‘s 100 word writing challenge hosted weekly by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-fields.  Come on out and join us at: Friday Fictioneer ‘s if you’re up to a good challenge, or even a really great read. These little stories are well worth your time! A Huge thank you goes to Liz Young for sharing this week’s photo prompt with us.We’d love to see you around the table.

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The leg in question

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

 

“The Leg in Question”

‘It makes a statement… I think.’ She spoke as she circled the prosthetic leg that stood on the sidewalk next to the busiest intersection in the city.

‘Yeah, but what?’ He shrugged.

‘That’s the question, now, isn’t it?’ She smiled as he stepped off the curb.

 

WC: 50, title included.

This work of fiction is written for  Friday Fictioneer ‘s 100 word writing challenge hosted weekly by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-fields.  Come on out and join us at: Friday Fictioneer ‘s if you’re up to a good challenge, or even a really great read. These little stories are well worth your time! A Huge thank you goes to  J Hardy Carroll for sharing this week’s photo prompt with us.We’d love to see you around the table.

Sunlight, Stained Glass, and a Sinner Sanctified – COMPLETE!

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photo: Google Images

 

Dear Ones,

I apologize for being so out of the loop lately. As many know, I’ve been slaving away at a book – Christian Fiction, and it’s been quite a journey with many rewrites, plot twistings, etc, etc…. today, I finally had a chance (during rain delay) to finish typing up the last chapter. The book in it’s entirety (13 serials) can be found on my  “sister” page. I just wanted to keep them all in the same place and it has worked beautifully for me that way. Anyhow… now that it’s complete, here’s the link to the last chapter and epilogue. To read the others just search the archives starting at the bottom.

It’s been a long journey with this book, but a great one, too! So, enjoy the read…

https://bonniesbabbles.wordpress.com/2018/07/02/s4-13-chapter-11-epilogue/

 

 

Postcards…

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Photo Prompt by: Fatima Fakier Deria

 

Walking into the canal-side post office, he anxiously snatched a postcard from the display. Almost frantic, he wrote these words…

‘Dad, you were right. Love, Son.’

He dropped it into the out-slot, and turned.

The door opened. Two tall men in a business suits entered, their hands in their pockets.

‘Come with us, please.’

wc: 54

 

Authors note: Some of you know I am a collector of postcards. I especially enjoy finding old ones in antique stores that people have sent. Sometimes, the messages are so simple. Sometimes, heart-rending. Either way, this week the picture reminded me of a post card and so I sat and thought about it a while and decided to approach it from that perspective. Last week was Father’s day as well, so what could be more fitting than a postcard sent home to a father from his son.  Ah, but there has to be a twist, now doesn’t there… hehe! Hope you enjoyed this little open-ending.  Enjoy! Shalom to all!

 

This work of fiction is written for  Friday Fictioneer ‘s 100 word writing challenge hosted weekly by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-fields.  Come on out and join us at: Friday Fictioneer ‘s if you’re up to a good challenge, or even a really great read. These little stories are well worth your time! A Huge thank you goes to Fatima Fakier Deria for sharing this week’s photo prompt with us.We’d love to see you around the table.

She told me to…

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PHOTO PROMPT © Connie Gayer

She told me to dig her a hole, so, I did. It’s five-foot-six feet by two-and-a-half feet wide… six foot deep. I don’t think she suspects, yet.

‘Rus, I told you… Call before you dig! Now look at this mess!’ She stood, hands on hips.

‘Nope, doesn’t suspect a thing.’ He mumbled with a smile.

wc: 55.

 

Author’s note: When I first saw this photo, I looked up and out the window to see surveyors marking the location of buried utility lines. The phrase “Call before you dig” popped into my head. I looked back down to the pic, and just had to use it. Giggles. Sorry for your soon-to-be “demise” Ms. Gayer… just kidding! Thanks for the pic this week! On a personal note, those who know me on Facebook… I suddenly can no longer access my page. I went in and left a link to my new fb page in a comment on the bottom of the storm warning. Go figure, it tanked at the same time the storm hit and took out the power grid….

 

This work of fiction is written for  Friday Fictioneer ‘s 100 word writing challenge hosted weekly by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-fields.  Come on out and join us at: Friday Fictioneer ‘s if you’re up to a good challenge, or even a really great read. These little stories are well worth your time! A Huge thank you goes to Connie Gayer for sharing this week’s photo prompt with us.We’d love to see you around the table.

 

 

Laced with Love

 

A generation ago, her family left their homeland.

A new life in a new country.

Today, her generation was returning.

For her entire life, she’d watched the aged hands of her Grandmother as they twisted and knotted threads to make beautiful lace. All the while, her Grandmother had told her stories of the homeland so far from the country and city where they now lived. Grandmother had told of the castle that overlooked the world. One day, she had vowed, she would see that castle of dreams and marry her prince.

Today, as she stood in the castle tower and looked out at the world, she smiled a smile that came from her very soul. Today, she remembered each and every story as her fingers gently glided over the treasured lace. Today, she would wear the wedding gown her Grandmother had so lovingly labored to make. Today, she would marry her Prince.

wc: 152

My humblest apologies for going over the word count this week by 2.  “What Pegman Saw” is a grand writing adventure taken via Google maps. It is hosted each week at: https://whatpegmansaw.com/ . The goal is to write a 150 word or less story that corresponds with the location of the week, taken from either the street view, or google images. If you care to join us on the adventure, feel free to follow the link!

 

Author’s Note: Sometime back, I was looking for a lace-making video for another form of lace, when I ran across this video series on how to make Armenian Needle Lace. I have often seen such laces in the antique stores and always admired it’s intricate details. I am easily fascinated by such “lost arts”. I haven’t tried it, yet… always and ever forgetting to take my needles and thread with me when I go out for internet. So, today, when I saw Pegman was taking us to Armenia, I just couldn’t resist writing a story about lace. My own Grandmother was fond of crochet and I learned the craft from her. I still have a small doily she made that I carried wrapped around my bouquet at my own wedding to my “Prince’.  So, just in case you might be interested in learning an old, beautiful craft, here’s a Youtube Video for you …  https://youtu.be/KXfR81nMlTU

 

Hope chest…

 

 

 

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

My hope chest…

The first piece, the only one from my Great Grandmother’s hope chest. Her daughter, my Gran gave it to me when I was twelve…

Thus began a journey of visiting antique shops that spanned the years until my wedding day…

Looking for all the pieces of the set…including the punch bowl!

My most prized possession…

I wept as I wrapped the last piece in newspaper and placed it in the box.

No job. No home. Hubby in need of medicine to live.

The only treasure left.

Now, sold.

A life means more than a piece of glass.

wc: 100 exactly

 

 

This work of fiction is written for  Friday Fictioneer ‘s 100 word writing challenge hosted weekly by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-fields.  Come on out and join us at: Friday Fictioneer ‘s if you’re up to a good challenge, or even a really great read. These little stories are well worth your time! A Huge thank you goes to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, our illustrious hostess, for this week’s photo prompt.We’d love to see you around the table.