In Which A Father Attempts To Teach His Daughter To Swim There are black-and-white photos of my dad as a teenager having fun at the beach in Italy. He wanted the same for me. He’d take me out into the Atlantic and let go. I’d cling to him each and every time. “You know how … More Life Lessons | Friday Fictioneers December 19, 2025
In Which She Finds Nobody There There was nobody there. She checked the address Timothy had texted her. She heard distant laughter. Google maps showed this was the right place. But, nobody was there. Two picnic tables were at the ready, eerily unoccupied. The place was deserted. She texted Timothy, “where are u?” Three dots … More Sparkling Alley: Friday Fictioneers 2025-12-12
a Drabble in which a wife buys feta at the market … More Feta | Friday Fictioneers December 5, 2025
Today is Sunday which I keep thinking is Saturday and then panicking when I realize it’s Sunday and it’s back to work tomorrow and I have piles and mounds of stuff still to do such as to sit and write a micro-fiction which I’ve been intending to do since Wednesday, I’m finally accepting the fact … More Rerun from March 2016 for Friday, Fictioneers Nov 21, 2026
A 100-word micro fiction, or a Drabble, for the 11/14/2025 Friday Fictioneers challenge … More Individual Medley | Friday Fictioneers November 14, 2025
Fiction/word count: 100 When You Married Was a light snow falling when you walked through the streets that early morning to City Hall? And did the snow drive down as you said “I do,” so that when you walked out of the building as a married woman the snow was piled high in the streets? … More When You Married |Friday Fictioneers October 24, 2025
word count: 100genre: Fiction On The Tree Top After fleeing, I wandered in the forest leaving behind a widowed mother and an aggrieved brother. Exhausted, I settled under a giant tree. I prayed for sleep. A chorus of night noises and birdsong cried out. The wind blew through the tree calling to me. I began … More On The Tree Top: Friday Fictioneers 17 October, 2025
Genre: Historical Fictionword count: 100 Reform “David, what are you saying?”David, illuminated by a golden beam shining from the second-floor loft window, said “Take it down.” A wizened older man stepped into the light between the two men.“I concur with David, it is but a custom not mandatory at all,” Isaac smoothed his mustaches and … More Reform | Friday Fictioneers October 11, 2025
I am finally back on a Wednesday with a Friday Fictioneers story! It’s been many months, and I am grateful that Rochelle is still here on the interwebs and hosting Friday Fictioneers. I’ve been writing in real life, but not online. There have been many false starts and failed attempts, but today I am here … More Travelling Swiftly Towards The Sun | Friday Fictioneers September 25, 2025
I’ve fallen out of a routine with my writing. I’ve been THINKING about writing, I’ve penciled time to write into my daily calendar, I’ve checked out prompts and thought some more about writing. But getting my rear in a chair and doing the thing? Hasn’t happened in awhile. I missed Friday, again, but it’s a … More A Beacon | Friday Fictioneers May 23, 2025
Red box of flowers — Perfect public private nook A pigeon at home /Haiku for poetry month and Friday Fictioneers Written for Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff Fields, where the challenge is to write a story in 100 words or less based on a photo prompt. All photos are the property of … More Pigeon at Home – Friday Fictioneers April 8, 2025
There are board games and bingo. Lots of activities to do. There they are: boxes piled up on shelves, left out on tables. A list printed on paper with a bright spring flower border. Also on screens that adorn the walls, abutted with uncontroversial works of art. There he is sitting slumped in his wheelchair. … More Lost Time With Dad: Friday Fictioneers April 4, 2025
Wind feeds the fires and grounds aircraft. Fires jump and roll through neighborhoods. Amidst smoldering devastation, people -some at a safe distance – drop to their knees counting prayers out on beads. The winds shift. Billowing pink clouds in the air – spraying, showering, smothering, stopping: A cotton-candy pink colors the landscape, slows the blaze; pink … More EXACERBATED CONDITIONS: Friday Fictioneers January 10, 2025
Hesther looks in the mirror, applies lipstick in two strokes, and puts the tube back in her purse. She picks up her purse and car keys, carefully locks the door, and walks to her car. After a cup of coffee at Starbucks, which was once called something different, Hesther goes to the bank, and the … More Daily Routine: Friday Fictioneers December 13, 2024
The fire flickered as a pig roasted. A beautiful woman danced around it, her hair as red as the flames. Three small boys circled her. Each face mirrored the other two. Their feet stepped in time to music that I could no longer hear. Mother and sons blurred into the fire until I could no … More A Magical Time: Friday Fictioneers Nov. 01, 2024
My fingers, raw and achy long after Tim and I had let go of the tarp which blew away with the wind into the night, held tight onto Belinda’s crate – the hammering of the rain that was no longer there echoed in my ears. At dawn the sun rose in a clear sky. Tim … More Rescue: Friday Fictioneers October 11, 2024
The sea was still; it’s deep blue reflected in the sky. Two figures walked along the shore separating themselves from the family like a clutch crabs on the beach. Do you remember when we were little.., he began to ask …you’d ask me to build castles in the sand, she finished. He looked out at … More A Proposal: Friday Fictioneers Sept. 27, 2024
Sarah in her new home contemplates unpacking her belonging. … More A New Home: Friday Fictioneers Sept. 13, 2024
Instead of writing, this is how I’ve been filling in the time.
The Savory Scone was the town’s anchor. The community came for coffee, fellowship, and gossip. Rumor had it Irene was going to blow into town. Many reckoned she wouldn’t bother to show. Her kind didn’t usually come this far up the mountaintop. Irene came, and she was wanton and wild. She roused the waters out … More When The Waters Rise: Friday Fictioneers 2024 August 6
This Obscure Life 