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)

©2020 CBialczak Flash Fiction

Friday Fictioneers 16th October

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https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/10/14/16-octobetr-2020/

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! 

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Friday Fictioneers 9th October

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. 

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Friday Fictioneers

Rochelle is the host of Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/09/23/25-september-2020/

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?” 

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Friday Fictioneers

Written for Rochelle and Dale: https://adelectablelife.com/2020/06/24/city-mouse-goes-country-friday-fictioneers/

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.  

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

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From Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at InLinkz: https://fresh.inlinkz.com/party/b451d401e5c84eb9a7b37608d503c2c0

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Becky stood on the balcony of her city apartment and looked out over the city she loved. From her balcony she could see the city skyline and the cross upon the church’s steeple. She loved living in the city, with the hustle and bustle every day. When she decided to rent the apartment her parents warned her she would not be happy with all the noise and lights. Nights wouldn’t be dark like in the country. Food wouldn’t be fresh out of the garden each morning like in the country. There would be no peace and quiet like in the country.

Becky couldn’t understand but she felt more like the city mouse rather than the country mouse. She was happy, that’s all that mattered.

Friday Fictioneers

Jacqueline’s Car

Jacqueline stared in disbelief. How did she get her car stuck up there? All she could remember was leaving the house, heading to the market to stock up on toilet paper and canned soup, and then nothing…At this point she has three bags of groceries, paper products, and vitamins but no car and no idea how she got home if her car was now balancing on the top of the marquee in front of the supermarket. Did it matter how the car got there if she is home safe and sound? She might never know the truth at this point.  

©2020 CBialczak
100 words

Written for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/03/18/20-march-2020/

Friday Fictioneers

For: https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/02/26/28-february-2020/

Before I insert my contribution, I want to put a smile to at least one person’s face when I say I had to look at the calendar because I couldn’t believe it is already Friday! Oops, it’s not! Phew!

I couldn’t believe I missed it! One quick trip to the restroom turned into a nightmare and on top of it all, I didn’t get to see the end of the play! That’s what I get, I guess. Eating Indian Cuisine before an on-stage production may not have been the best idea, but who knew? If only that other woman hadn’t clogged the toilet. I could have run in, done my business and left, but instead I had to sit in my stall, quietly, controlling my bowels, while the custodial crew came in to fix her toilet. My bad timing.  

©2020 CBialczak

Friday Fictioneers: 100 words

Hope

As she opened the door the smell of dust and sheetrock spread over her and in her. She knew it was not going to be done, the job was never done, was it? She just hoped that there would be enough completed to move back in. It wasn’t. She stood, open mouthed, taking in the mess, the broken walls, the debris, all there to make something more beautiful? Disgusted, she backed out into the hallway and shut the door. She would pretend none of this had happened. She would come back in one week and hope to see improvements. Hope.