The Goddess

“Your abiding adoration will bless you with fertility,” she said.

“Yes, Mama.”

“Remember, gather fresh flowers into dainty vases even when money is sparse during your marriage allowing its beauty to enhance the devotion.”

“Yes, Mama.” Continue reading

Oh, Not Again!

“Mom, dad,” said the eager young child running toward the campfire with a jar filled with fireflies.

“Wow, cool nightlight, sweetie,” said mom, noticing her husband sitting apart from the family, distracted again with his cell phone.

“Honey, uh, who is that? You’ve been texting all weekend! Your daughter has something to show you. I thought this last summer camp-out would be strictly a family affair.”

“Sorry, it’s the office. Hold on,” he said without looking up.

Oh, god, not another, ‘What, you don’t believe me?’ line when I ask to see his phone, she thought, holding back her tears.

::: ::: :::

Another week with Friday Fictioneers, the weekly photo prompt, 100-word story challenge that opens on Wednesday each week. Just saying, this was a tough write-up this week…the story started one way and ended totally different. Sheesh!

Happy September everyone!

Photo Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields




The Cure

“Yes!” I said excitedly gently nudging Brad, my research partner of twelve years, as he tinkered over the laptop keys.

“One year remission and the big breakthrough we’ve been hoping for, right? Hey, what the hell, Brad? Why did you delete all our research notes? Have you gone insane? You know my . . .”

Brad cut me off mid-sentence. “You don’t understand all the ramifications if we disclose our findings. The government must never know we have the cure!”

Tears blurred my vision.

“Don’t worry,” Brad said. “Your brother will still get his daily gelatinous salve treatments but without government subsidies.”

::: ::: :::

Friday Fictioneers, the weekly photo prompt challenge to write a one hundred word story hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

Photo source: Madison Woods




Angel In Disguise

The woman beside me chuckled aloud holding up a comic book so her partner would engage in the same humor that was tickling her funny bone.

I wish I had more time, I thought, gazing out the airplane window, disheartened by my recent dismissal as vice-council of Lithuania. I hope those refugees can fill out my signed blank visa forms. God, please forgive me…help and give them your best.

With the couple now laughing uncontrollably, my heavy heart exploded mid-flight, blitzing the couple into surprise, as my heated words scorched, “why not set aside the funny book for now, huh?”

::: ::: :::

A fictional modern story, very loosely based on Chiune Sugihara (1900-1986), a Japanese Diplomat, who saved over six thousand Polish Jews during the Holocaust.

Mr. Sugihara did use the train system rather than the airways . . . he did disobey his Japanese bosses between July 31-August 28, 1940 by painstakingly hand writing eighteen to twenty hours a day, Japanese visas, for those in need.

For his action, he suffered imprisonment, disgrace and financial hardships.

“I may have disobeyed my government, but if I hadn’t, I would have been disobeying God.” – Chiune Sugihara

::: ::: :::

Join us with your story starting every week on Wednesday . . . Friday Fictioneers.

This week’s photo source:  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields



Storeroom Drama

Nudging another heavy box against a free wall with her right foot, she decided, enough is enough!

They cannot expect a marketing specialist, with a college degree no less, to be just a stupid receptionist! Answer phones, file these damn invoices, and oh, gawd, serve coffee at their client meetings. This job is so not worth it, she thought, almost aloud, flicking off the storeroom lights, shutting the door to part of her problems, but not before an anxious voice bleated out.

“Having a baaad-ass day, dear? Help me,” the glassy eyes winked in the corner, “and I help you.”

::: ::: :::

Inspiration comes from the weekly 100-word story with a photo prompt hosted by Rochelle over at  Friday Fictioneers.

This week’s photo submitted by Adam Ickes



It’s Only a Matter of Time

At first it appeared on outdoor inanimate objects. Specifically, beautifully designed statues found in botanical gardens across the United States.

“It’s a mysterious situation, Boss. We tried scraping, using lemon juice and the never-fail, bleach and water rinse, nothing. It resurfaces overnight totally disfiguring the statues in the process,” said the frustrated groundskeeper.

“Well, have the crew continue maintenance,” said the boss, “oh, and the bad news? Hospital emergency rooms are now seeing hundreds of new patients suffering the same mustard yellow fungal-like splotches with the black spores that emit a strong urine odor!”

“Uh, Boss, above your eyes, I see crusty spots.”

::: ::: :::

Inspiration: Friday Fictioneers with hostess, Rochelle Wiseoff-Offields. It’s a 100-word story based on the photograph chosen for each week’s challenge.

Photo Source: Claire Fuller

Feel inspired? Link your own story and enjoy all the creative link-ups! You’ll never be bored again. 🙂