Friday Fictioneers: Those Americans Again!

Rochelle is the host of Friday Fictioneers where we are asked to write a complete story in less than 100 words: https://rochellewisoff.com/2022/08/03/5-august-2022/

Those Americans! They don’t give a hoot about property, they only want to see what they want! 

For God’s sake, Fern, it isn’t that big of a deal. They didn’t park on anyone’s grass!

Not this time. But if someone would say something then maybe it wouldn’t be a problem. 

What are you going to do, really? Have a giant sign at the airport and border entries telling people to be respectful of our property? 

Well, yes, that would be a start!

Fern, no one is going to listen when they can get a clear image of that old castle. 

©2022 CBialczak Fiction

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge

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For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of an elderly lady with a look of concentration on her face. Her arms are stretched out in front of her and she’s holding a camera in her hands attempting to take a photo with it.

Come on you nincompoop, I said to smile. What the heck is wrong with you? Your lips turn to stone?

Bethel, will you give me a minute to think here.

What the heck is there to think about? You turn your lips up and voila you have a smile. Now hold still so I can get this picture.

Bethel, you don’t understand me.

Aw, that’s all you ever say. Bethel, you don’t understand me. Bethel, you don’t listen to me. Bethel, you don’t cook my favorite foods…

Okay, okay. Here, how is this? (Bernard turns and pulls down his pants to show her a full moon)

Dirty old man is what you are! Now turn around and smile!

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #166

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The photograph below is from ninerio at DeviantArt.com.

For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows a couple embracing in front of a large, illuminated clock, as well as other smaller, x-ray-like images of the mechanical components of clocks.

Okay so mine isn’t prose, although it could be considered fiction.

First Kiss

Dancing in time
holding the moment
lives intertwined
loves bestowment
love will not fade
where it does exist
until the very end
from when we first kissed.

©2022 CBialczak

I suppose I could add a small fiction piece:

The Dare

Milly had dared Bernadette to do it and she couldn’t believe that her best friend went through with it!
The day before Bernadette was telling Milly how in love she was with Brandon.
If you’re so in love, Juliet, why don’t you show it at the drive-in tomorrow night!”
“What?!?! You want me to prove my love at the drive-in? That is disgusting. There is no way I am taking off any of my clothing in the back seat of Brandon’s car, let alone anyone’s car. If we do it it’s going to be in a bed. Jeez, Milly! I can’t believe you would even want me doing it in public like that!”
“Bernie, that isn’t what I meant! I meant, drag Brandon up onto the platform and kiss him in front of all the cars. I’ll be there with Jack and who knows who else will be there! Are you afraid your mom might be there?”
“Milly, first of all, my mom doesn’t do drive-in movies. Second, I’ll take the dare! I think it will be fun to get up. there. I just have to hope that Brandon will go along with it.”
“Well, just prove that you made your greatest effort and I will give you credit! But, you really have to try and convince him.”

Later that night, as the movie began to play, Milly, who was sitting with her head resting on Jack’s shoulder, sat up abruptly!
“Oh my God! She is doing it!”
“Doing what, Mill?”
“I dared Bernadette to drag Brandon onto the platform and kiss him in front of the whole drive-in theater and she is doing it! Aw, look how cute they both are!”
“I’d have done it,” Jack responded.
“Well, I know that. It wouldn’t have been much of a dare. I would definitely do it! Maybe we should surprise the crowd and get up there too.”
“Let’s not and say we did. Give them the limelight for now. I’m happy with kissing you right here.”

Fandango’s Story Starter #42

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This week’s Story Starter teaser is:

I would have happily married Darlene if it weren’t for her…issues. There were only a few that I will mention and maybe I am just being picky or overreacting, but I didn’t want to start my life with a woman who already made me cringe. For example, she refused to cut her toenails over the garbage. Instead she must, she says, cut them in front of the TV. Then when I get home from work and want to kick off my boots and relax I nearly cut my foot open on the spare claws that get hung up in the carpet. Another example is her “dirty tissue receptacle”. Darlene doesn’t believe her DNA should be so available in her garbage so she purposely gets rid of her snotty tissues in one container she keeps in the kitchen, on the counter no less! She says she must throw the tissues in the special “tissue garbage” so as to limit her DNA left in the main pail. The other third, but not last, issue that just keeps coming up is the bathroom. Now, before you stop listening to me, hear me out. I need to get this out of my head and this is the only way I know how and it may help some poor soul in the future. So, the bathroom. She refuses to flush anything but bodily waste down the toilet. That means no paper and no tissues! I get it! No clogs! But I am willing to use that cheap, super-thin paper just so I can flush it! I don’t know if this is the same for anyone else but if you meet Darlene, run the other way!

©2022 CBialczak Flashfiction

April 4 Story Challenge in 99-words

Straight from Carrot Ranch: https://carrotranch.com/2022/04/04/april-4-story-challenge-in-99-words/

April 4, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story to explain “baby ducks ate my lunch.” How did that happen? Who is the protagonist? Where did the baby ducks come from? Go where the prompt leads!

Trip and Fall

Walking from work was better for my wallet. Sometimes I would walk through the park. Today was one of those days.
I didn’t see the root sticking up from the sidewalk. Next thing I knew I was falling forward, hoping to catch my fall, watching all of the contents of my bag fly out in front of me. Without a minute to think a baby duck rushed to my bag, and grabbing the sandwich with its tiny beak, ate my whole sandwich! Luckily I was headed home. Now I needed a few bandaids, a nap, and a new lunch!

©2022 CBialczak flashfiction

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #163

Fandango is the host: https://fivedotoh.com/2022/04/04/fandangos-flash-fiction-challenge-163/

For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of an older couple sitting on a park bench on the top of hill overlooking a blue sky with fluffy white clouds. Next to them on their left are two electric bicycles. Also, that is not Fandango and his wife! Lol!

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Martin, what do you think is in store for us now?
I don’t know Elaine? Isn’t that a bit of a deep question after an exhausting bike ride up here?
Well, I just thought I would ask. Being tired makes me think of stuff like that.
Like what?
Like the meaning of life. Our purpose. Setting out to do what we are supposed to while we are here on earth.
I know I’ve done what I was supposed to do. Now I’m done. Why do you think I bought an electric bike? I’m tired of working so hard.
Well Marianne said Walter still wants to get a lot of his bucket list checked off.
My bucket is empty Elaine. It’s been empty and I’m leaving it empty. You see that cloud over there?
Which one? The one that looks like a boat?
No, the other one, next to it.
I don’t see anything in that shape, what do you see?
Nothing! More of nothing and that makes me so happy! Now let’s go home.

©2022 CBialczak Flashfiction

Friday Fictioneers!

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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Hidden

A shadow lurked in the hidden recess of the abandoned doorway. No one would see him here, nor would they think they had to look for anything. He had the city glued to his every movement, his every activity but they hadn’t been able to find any clues as to who this man was who was taking innocent women from their homes and leaving them for dead in the ruins.
What he didn’t foresee was what would become of his next victim. She was stronger than most and she would survive his torture, so that she could bring him in. 

©2022 CBialczak Fiction

Fandango’s Story Starter #38

Fandango is the host of Story Starter: https://fivedotoh.com/2022/03/22/fandangos-story-starter-38/

This week’s Story Starter teaser is:

I heard a sound outside, so I turned on the front porch light, opened the front door, and…

My turn!

I heard a sound outside, so I turned on the front porch light, opened the front door, and there sitting on the small table was a note. It was a simple white envelope and it had been placed under my “centerpiece”, well it was just a small bucket for rocks and other treasures I found on my walks with the dog. I looked around but couldn’t see anyone near. How had someone gotten away so quickly?

My first thought was of those letters, back in the 90’s, where envelopes were being laced with powdery poisons so that the people who opened them would inhale the contents and drop dead. But who would want to poison me, and why that way? It made no sense. Then I thought it was some sort of chain letter, the kind where you have to send it back to the person who sent it and ten other people or else you’ll have bad luck. Ugh, I don’t even know ten people I could send it to so this would be a chance I couldn’t get away from.

Standing there looking at the note I found myself smiling and chuckling softly as I wonder why my mind goes to evil and death when it could just as well be a winning lottery ticket or an envelope with some cash in it. Maybe whoever stole my wallet has decided to give me back the contents, sans the money, and knew where I lived since they had my driver’s license. Oh, that would be a great surprise.

I walked forward and gingerly picked up the paper folded beneath the bucket. I turned it in my hand, wondering whose spit was on the envelope and had they known they would leave behind DNA by licking the glue on the envelope. If this person was taking that kind of risk then I can risk opening it and seeing what is inside. I eased my pointer finger under the corner when the glue was not stuck and pulled the envelope open.

Oh my goodness! I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing.

March 2022 Writing Prompts

Week 3 (March 15-21) – Paper stars and green fizz

Find this writing prompt here. Setting the timer for ten minutes and here I go…….

Molly couldn’t believe it had finally come! Her tenth birthday. Finally double digits and summer vacation. She wondered what she would get for her birthday this year. Last year, she remembered with a grimace, had been colorful face masks for the upcoming school year. That stupid virus made that birthday really lame. But this year she was having a party! There would be paper stars hanging from the ceiling in the living room and green fizz in the punch mom promised to make. Grandma was bring a giant cake and Uncle Bill said he had something really special for her special day.

Molly wasn’t one to care much about presents, she really had everything a kid her age could ask for, except for a pony. Dad said they didn’t have room for a pony but she knew the old pasture out back would be perfect. Mom said we didn’t have time or the understanding of how to raise a pony but Molly knew she could learn. She hoped she got this wonderful gift but she didn’t want to get her hopes up. She didn’t want to be disappointed like last year, but then again nothing could be as bad as a party on Facetime and face masks as the big gifts.

Molly walked to the closet to pick out a great birthday outfit. She wanted to wear her favorite dress, the one with the little flowers on it and the belt, but she thought maybe, just maybe, she should wear pants in case she did get a pony. Then she wouldn’t have to waste any time going back inside to change her clothes. What would Mason say? He had a horse at his dads but always complained because he couldn’t ride him by himself. Mason’s horse was huge. Molly tried to think, did Mason say he used to be a race horse or a work horse? Aw, that didn’t matter. What did matter was what she would have her pony do.

Molly sat on her bed and imagined looking out her window to see a pony waiting for her in the pasture. She could open her window and called down to it, that she was coming, that she would bring carrots and apples. She had thought about names but hadn’t totally decided. If it was a boy pony she might call him Hunter or