Category: Friday Fictioneers
Stories written for Friday Fictioneers
Friday Fictioneers: 30 Years into Boxes
Friday Fictioneers: What he can get away with…
Friday Fictioneers: What’s the Matter with You People?
Friday Fictioneers: You Can’t Prepare for This
Friday Fictioneers: Location Last Seen
Friday Fictioneers: Unfinished Business
Friday Fictioneers: Overworked
Friday Fictioneers: The Old Days
Friday Fictioneers: If I must, I must…
Friday Fictioneers: Just Another Legend
Friday Fictioneers: Reaching Nirvana
Friday Fictioneers: Attempting to photograph
Friday Fictioneers: Too Many People
Friday Fictioneers: Queenie Turns Bookworm
Friday Fictioneers: One Bright Business Man
Friday Fictioneers: Apart for Now
Standing in the shadows in ripped jeans and hoodie, she watched his boy entered the building and before long, the apartment became lit in a dim orange glow.
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Friday Fictioneers: The Worst Day
Sitting alone at the table, I check my watch, 6:10. Why are they always late?
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Friday Fictioneers: Wing Daughter
Emily tugs at her father’s shirt, “Daddy, who are you looking for?”
Her father smiles and picks her up, “Hey sweets, I was looking for you, who else? Did you enjoy story time with Ms. Rose?”
“Sure did, daddy.” Emily says then whispers, “Ms. Rose is over there, in case you’re wondering.” She winks.
He gives his daughter a look and wonders. How did my little girl come to know me so well? Before he can ponder further, Miss Rose strides over, “Hi,” she says.
“Uh hi.” He stutters. “I, I…”
“Daddy’s wondering if you wanna have coffee with him.”
(100 words)
Friday Fictioneers: Dreaming of Paradise
Where am I?
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Friday Fictioneers: Puzzled by Fascination
“Aren’t these wonderful? Wow!” Her daughter bends over to examine the paintings in awe.
She says nothing. The truth is, she’s miserable. What am I doing here? She keeps asking herself. Why is my daughter so interested in this stuff. She’s not an artist. She can’t draw to save her life.
She’s trying to spend time with you, you idiot. Another voice speaks in her mind. Smile, don’t be a sour-puss.
Reluctantly, she forces the corner of her lips to curl upward as she follows her daughter to the man at the table. She’s so fascinated by this stuff, why?
(100 words)
Friday Fictioneers: Hope for 2022
Sitting in his chair by the fireplace, Nicholas can’t help burst out laughing.
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Friday Fictioneers: 18 Christmases Later…
Angie stares at the Christmas lights in the rear-view mirror, waiting for the light to turn green, while a jazz rendition of “I’ll be Home for Christmas” plays softly on the radio.
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