EYES AND SECRETS

Posted on December 17, 2015 by hafong

Another week, another story as Friday Fictioneers gather here to tell the tales of 100 words. Our host is Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. Thanks for this week’s photo prompt, Rochelle. I love windows and kitchens. Kitchens are good places for story telling.

PHOTO PROMPT- © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

If the eyes are the window into the soul, windows are the eyes into the universe for her. She loves sitting here in the mornings. The world is still asleep but the darkness is lifting. First a faint grey, then a haze of soft buttery yellow. Now the orange is streaking through.

The kettle is whistling. A breeze comes in the window. Contentment sighs through her. She makes her tea and takes it over to the table. She gathers her pens and pads. She is ready. Ready and willing to tell the story. The drama, lies and all the secrets.

ON THE BLOCK

Posted on December 11, 2015 by hafong

So here it is, another Friday, time for Friday Fictioneers. I’m slow to show this week. Such a busy schedule being retired and all! But here I am with my 100 words. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. We like to tell tales according to a photo prompt.

PHOTO PROMPT © Luther Siler

Two pairs of arms lifted her up, one at her shoulders, the other at her feet. She was light as a feather. What was happening? She felt limp. Her head was all fuzzy.

She felt the arms lowering her. It wasn’t soft, that’s for sure. It wasn’t wide either. She felt her arms dangling down both sides. Oh, yes, she was in the OR for her surgery.

“I feel like a slab of meat!” She giggled.

Blurry faces in green masks loomed above her. “It’ll be over soon” She recognized her doctor’s voice. “Start counting to ten.” Said another. One…

THE SLIPPERY SLOPE

Posted on November 26, 2015 by hafong

It’s Thursday. I had a day of rest yesterday from writing but I’m back today with Friday Fictioneers. We make up stories of 100 words or so to a photo prompt. As you must know by now, we are hosted by the gracious Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. Here’s my 100 words. I hope they are worthy of your attention.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

She was at crossroads. She surveyed the situation. She had tried. Even read Brene Brown’s Daring Greatly. It was a steep climb and a slippery slope. If she fell….

Oh, the pain! She shuddered and shook her head. Not going there, she muttered under her breath. She paced. Back and forth. Back and forth. Yes! No! Yes again.

Did she have what it takes? Was she a coward, hiding behind her nonchalence? Why take risks? She could hurt herself. She could be humiliated.

Exhausted, she sat down. She had to do it. She had to write even if she fails.

from brenebrown.com

WHO’S SORRY NOW

Posted on November 4, 2015 by hafong

It’s Wednesday again and time for Friday Fictioneers and their tales of 100 or so words. We’re hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. Here’s my 100 words inspired by the photo prompt. I’ve been reading murder mysteries. It might have affected my imagination somewhat.

PHOTO PROMPT – © Connie Gayer …(Mrs. Russell)

He had made a mistake. He could see that clearly now. If he could hang on and figure a way out of this, the bitch will pay – big time. He had underestimated her. She was awfully lucky or smarter than he thought.

He better not struggle too much, no sudden moves. It would be disastrous. He took a slow breath, trying to relax his arms and shoulders. Yes, that’s a bit better!

Perspiration ran down his forehead. His eyes stung from the dust and sweat. His throat was dry and scratchy. He was sorry now.

“You’re too late!” She yelled down.

MURKY WATERS

Posted on October 28, 2015 by hafong

It is Wednesday and good enough for Friday Fictioneers. We gather each week with our stories of 100 words or so, inspired by a photo prompt. We are happily hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. Here’s my story to the photo prompt from Dale Rogerson.

PHOTO PROMPT – © Dale Rogerson

Dang! Wanda swore to herself. The lake was getting harder and harder to swim in. She wished people wouldn’t be so careless. It used to be so good here. The water was pure and clear. You could see to the bottom. You could drink all you want. It was that sweet.

Now look at it! Full of junk and algae. And the smell. Never mind the taste. She could just gag. She hope that they would wake up soon before it was too late. What could one do? She swims away from debris.

Oh dang! She’s snagged her fin again.

AND THE BEAT GOES ON

Posted on October 16, 2015 by hafong

It is exactly Frinday and time for Friday Fictioneers. We gather each week to tell our stories of approximately 100 words inspired by a photo prompt. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. Here’s my 100 words this week. My story is inspired also by being lost most of my life. I have no sense of direction. Sometimes it makes for good stories. Thank goodness for Google map.

PHOTO PROMPT -© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The rain came in torrents, drumming down on the roof. She could hardly think. She covered her ears with her hands, lowering her head on the steering wheel. Thank God she was alone! There was no witness to her inepitude.

She sat. There’s no need to rush. There’s no place to go. She was lost! Worse, she couldn’t figured out which button/lever to turn on the wipers. There was no manual. She checked. She couldn’t find the radio either.

She should have checked it all out before she left the rental place. Should have, could have. The beat goes on.

LIKE A CAROUSEL

Posted on October 8, 2015 by hafong

It is Thursday evening, not quite Friday but it is good enough to tell tales of 100 words on Friday Fictioneers. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. Here’s my 100 words prompted by this week’s photo.

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Her head was spinning like a carousel out of control. Her heart pounded. Lub dub! Lub dub! She crossed her arms across her chest as if to hold the sound in. She bent over, taking a deep breath.

Her head cleared. She sighed in relief. She could think again. She was tired of being down trodden, being at everyone’s beck and call, pleasing them, cheering them on. There was no time for herself. There was no her.

“I’m tired of it. Damn it all to hell!” She muttered. “I’ll have no more of it. I know what I will do.”

LET THERE BE LIGHT

Posted on June 17, 2015 by hafong

It is not quite Friday but close enough for Friday Fictioneers. We’re headed by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. We tell stories of 100 words or so – inspired from a photo prompt. Anyone can join in, if you’re so inclined. Here’s my 100 words this week.

She was momentarily blinded by the light. In that moment, a memory of another light flashed through her mind.

She was six years old again. Her mother was shaking her.

“Wake up, May! Wake up!”

She opened her eyes. A naked lightbulb dangled from the ceiling, its light blinding. May stared in awe and silence. She did not utter any words or questions but did as she was told.

They took a taxi from the hotel to the station and boarded the train to Hong Kong. She will always remember that day when she first saw electricity and her father.

DOROTHY and TOTO against WICKED

Posted on March 19, 2015 by hafong

It’s time for storytelling on Friday Fictioneers. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. Here’s my tale of 100 words. I believe in fairy tales, princesses and witches.

PHOTO PROMPT – © Copyright – Rachel Bjerke

Dorothy shivered in the evening air. They had followed the yellow brick road. This was no Emerald City though everything was green with moss.

She scooped up some clean water from the fountain for them and sat down on the cushion of leaves beside Toto. They were exhausted from being whirled, twirled and dropped by the tornado.

They were pursued by the Wicked Witch of the West with her pack of wolves, crows and bees. Wicked was green like slime with a giant eye like cyclops. She was no match against Dorothy’s crucifix.

Safe! Now a fire and some food.

RUNNING

Posted on March 11, 2015 by hafong

It’s Wednesday and I’m ready for Friday Fictioneers. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. This is my story of 100 words to the photo prompt. This story is for Sheba (my dog) and I. We are both trying to work through our fears, both seen and unseen. Together we will conquer.

She was so afraid. Perspiration blinded her as she ran. Her heart was thumping in her chest. It roared in her ears. Her breaths came in jagged rasps. She could see them in the frosty air. She wiped her hand across her eyes.

She was almost there. She quickened her pace. Dusk was coming. The sun was receding beyond the bridge. She must be on it before it gets dark.

Please, God! She pleaded. I won’t ask you for another thing.

She gathered her strength, pumped her arms and stretched her legs. She was flying. Her foot touched down. Safe!

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