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Friday Fictioneers! 11/20/20

PUBLISHED NOVEMBER 18, 2020 BY ROCHELLEWISOFF

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Too Scared

I haven’t taken a step outdoors in months. What if the virus is just floating in the air around my home? The plants are growing in my walkway, a walkway that hasn’t been used. The sun is shining, I should be outdoors. Is it safer in the sun or in the shade? Does sun kill the virus or does the lower temperatures? Is it here on the railing, where the postman placed his hand as he delivered my letters yesterday? Although I stand here, door open, sun shining, I cannot get myself to step onto the stoop. I’m too scared.   (100 words)

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The Boy’s Boat

Mom, mom! Look, it’s the boat I want! 

Jimmy, first of all, that boat isn’t for sale. Secondly, do you really want a pink boat? 

Mom, It is beautiful. It is the color of a precious rose or a newborn baby girl’s blanket! 

Jimmy, when have you seen a rose that color? 

The last time Dad brought you roses. 

Um, I don’t think you were even born then… 

Okay, it’s like the roses Dad pointed to and said you would like. 

Well, that sounds closer to the truth! Now, what about this baby blanket? Since when were you paying attention to the “blue is for boys, pink is for girls” stuff? 

I’m not. Why? 

You said pink like a newborn baby girl’s blanket. 

Oh, yeah well, I’ve never seen a baby boy. 

Ah, anyhow the boat isn’t for sale. 

Well, someday I want a pink boat just like that someday! 

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For Rochelle’s challenge: https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/10/07/10-october-2020/

The Venue

As we pulled up to the restaurant our mouths hung open. The travel agent said this was a five star restaurant. What were we going to do now? This was supposed to be the venue for Megan’s wedding. 

David and I looked at each other. We were in shock. We would now have to scramble to find a place to feed the families.  

Megan pulled up a few minutes later. “Mom, I love it! This is perfect! Look at the view of the water. You both are the best parents anyone could wish for!” 

David and I were happily surprised. 

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The Gift

Marcel wanted to surprise Maria for her birthday. He had the idea to cook her favorite roasted garlic..  

Marcel wanted only the freshest garlic, so he went to the farmer’s market in town. Upon arriving home, Marcel hung the garlic in the kitchen. Within minutes he was in the bathroom, throwing up. He knew he must have caught a bug at the market. 

Maria stopped by to check on Marcel. As she was putting some ginger ale in the fridge, she noticed the garlic.  

“Marcel, did I already tell you I think there is a vampire in my neighborhood?” 

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Written for Rochelle’s challenge: https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/08/19/21-august-2020/

Come on in

“Do you really think someone is in there?” 

“My mom said an old lady lives there but said not to knock on the door because she can’t get out of bed anyhow.” 

“How does your mom know?” 

“I don’t know, she just told me.  The lady’s name is Veva. Mom said that Veva was married and when her husband died, she put him in a freezer then went about her life.” 

“Ew, that’s creepy. What if she asks you to come in and offers you an ice cream?” 

“If she asks I’m going to tell her I’m allergic to milk.” 

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Lainey’s job

Lainey walked to the coop. There were at least a dozen chickens so collecting the eggs required a basket. Of course, like almost every morning, Lainey forgot the basket in the shed and would try to carry them without dropping any. She knew her dad would count how many there were. He said he didn’t do it to check on her, rather he did it to make sure all the hens were still laying. Her dad told her that after about two years, maybe three, most hens stopped laying eggs, sort of like women getting too old to have babies.  

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