Category Archive: Friday Fictioneers

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

The Diner

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. She brings him the “Vermonter Special” without being asked.                                  

Dark Winter

This post submitted for Friday Fictioneers.   The lake is beginning to refreeze. The new ice will bond with the existing base and very soon they will be locked in until the spring… Continue reading

Just One More Trip Please

This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers. There was the green and yellow walking stick one of the Masai warriors had presented her on their trip to Kenya. On that trip she was… Continue reading

Orlando

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. It was to be a fun night with friends. Fernando, Riccardo, Sweet Rodriguez, all together for one fantastic evening. Dancing in the freedom of the nightclub… Continue reading

Wasps

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. My little story follows the picture prompt below. Wasps used to build their nest under the eves in late spring and early summer where I lived… Continue reading