Category Archive: Friday Fictioneers

The Begger

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. Back at the rehab facility, the night clerk was sitting behind her desk. She buzzed me in. I took off my shoes and lay down on… Continue reading

The Bear

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. I woke to the sound of fabric ripping. The sound of an angry bear accompanied the next slash. Evening light streamed through the opening. The front… Continue reading

You can lose your head for that.

This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers. No trees grew in this desolate part of the country. He knew this area well. Every year he made this trip to collect taxes due the… Continue reading

Culloden

This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers. The old stone Abbey loomed up suddenly through the early morning mist. A cold chill suddenly made my bones feel brittle. I knew I had been… Continue reading

Mackinaw Island

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.    PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz Sometimes we waited in line for over four hours to get our car on the boat to take us to… Continue reading

Little Brother

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.         Why didn’t you tell me Ma? Were you ashamed? I’m ninety-two and I’m  sitting here looking at your grave trying my best… Continue reading

Just Let Me Get My Shoes

This post submitted for Friday Fictioneers. “I’m told my wife is here. ” She has wandered off again. I wonder what she has told these people since she appeared out of nowhere.  Why… Continue reading

The Last Text

This short story is written for Friday Fictioneers. Another late night at the office was nothing new to her. As part of a high profile litigation team it was expected. The weather outside… Continue reading

Going Up

This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers. Photo credit goes to Sandra Cook. He could feel the leather straps tighten as he struggled against them. The strap they had placed under his head… Continue reading

Lisa

This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers. “Eight fifty-five a.m. you say? Why does it seem everyone dies in the early morning? Worse case of jet lag I ever heard of, heh? Mom… Continue reading

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