WHISTLE WHILE YOU WORK

Posted on March 4, 2015 by hafong

It’s only Wednesday and I’m ready for Friday Fictioneers! We gathered every week to share stories of 100 words. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. Here’s my 100 words inspired by the photo prompt from Erin Leary.

PHOTO PROMPT – © Erin Leary

She knew exactly what she was going to do. She opened the fridge and set the ingredients on the counter – sirloin steak, bacon, pearl onions, sage and thyme. Last but not least, the precious white mushrooms. She will cook him the best sirloin beef burgundy of his life.

She had found them on her walk, their white heads poking through pine needles. She knew enough to keep Hunter away from them. That dog will eat anything.

A smile broke out on her face. Her eyes shone. Happy at last! She started slicing the white magic, whistling as she worked.

SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW

Posted on February 4, 2015 by hafong

It’s Wednesday and I’m ready for Friday Fictioneers and our stories of 100 words. We’re hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. Here’s my 100 words for the picture prompt. I hope you will enjoy them. These are hard times and we need a little wizardry and lots of rainbows in our lives.

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Melanie Greenwood

Dorothy wondered what had happened. Last thing she remembered was feeding the chickens for Aunt Em. Uncle Henry was cleaning the barn.

She gazed around, her mouth opened, her eyes round in wonder. She saw the rainbow. She was dazed and amazed. She remembered being swept up by a big wind.

She felt something squirm in her arms. Toto! Oh thank God! At least she was not alone in this strange place. She put the little black dog down. They have to find their way back home.

She saw the yellow brick road. With Toto following, she headed towards it.

THE SWITCH

Posted on January 30, 2015 by hafong

It is Friday again and time for Friday Fictioneers with our stories of 100 words from the picture prompt. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. And here are my 100 words for this week.

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright Ted Strutz

Perspiration beaded on her forehead. She felt the sting of it in her eyes. She wished she could rub them. They were itching like the dickens. She could just scream. Her arms and legs were bound to the chair. Was she sorry? No, damn it! The woman had it coming.

The clock was ticking. Her heart pounded, the heat rushing up her face into her head. She squeezed her eyes shut. She heard the switch click. Warm liquid ran down her legs. Oh no! She was falling. Her eyes flew opened. Dazed, she looked around. She was in her bathtub!

THE LAKE

Posted on January 23, 2015 by hafong

So it is Friday again. Time for another tale from this Friday Fictioneer. This is my story of 100 words this week from the photo prompt below. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple.

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Georgia Koch

She remembered the night well. The water was so black. The boat bobbed gently up and down on the waves. A lump caught in her throat. She hoped that she wasn’t going to throw up. She was so afraid. Her teeth chattered and rattled. She shivered, wrapping her shawl around her shoulders.

The water gleamed in the moonlight. All was silent around them as they rowed further and further into the lake. Finally they stopped. They could no longer see the shore. It was safe now. They held their breath, steadying themselves momentarily and heaved their burden into the water.

THE TABLE IS SET

Posted on January 16, 2015 by hafong

It is Friday and time for Friday Fictioneers with their tales of 100 words or so. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. You can join in if you feel so inclined. This is my 100 words this week.

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields

The sun had set. Shadows danced on the walls in the gathering dusk. He looked out into the empty courtyard. The geraniums still bloomed a brilliant red but the trees were shedding their leaves.

The table was perfect – the crystal glasses, fine bone china, napkins, candles. Champagne was chilling in the ice bucket. Everything was ready.

He paced back and forth in front of the window. Where was she? Why can’t she be dependable or be on time for once in her life? He was fuming inside. He looked at his watch again.

A sense of unease came over him.

THE MILK TRAIN TO TOKYO

Posted on January 11, 2015 by hafong

It is Sunday and way late for Friday Fictioneers. It is still better late than never. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. It is cold here in Saskatchewan and it must be freezing the creative flow. I loved the show Route 66 with George MaHaris and Martin Milner. The prompt reminds me of my road/train trip in Japan.

PHOTO PROMPT – © Copyright Jean L. Hay

She should have taken the Bullet train. Instead she’s on the overnight train to Tokyo. She thought it would be romantic. So here she was on the top bunk with barely enough room to sit up without hitting her head. The air was so stuffy!

Thank God they had extra compartments! For $50 extra she got herself moved. She looked around the small compartment. At least there’s room to breathe and she could stand up. The room came with a 7-minute shower card and she got to use the American toilet instead of the squat. Nothing romantic about squatting in pantyhose. Whew!

THE GRASS IS GREENER ON THIS SIDE

Posted on December 28, 2014 by hafong

So here it is on a Sunday. It is still a good day for a Friday Fictioneer tale. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. Here is my 100 word story from the photo prompt.

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright -Björn Rudberg

Rose pushed her chair back from the table. She heaved a heavy sigh. She looked around the table and listened to the chatter and laughter. Everyone wore their Christmas sweaters and their best behavior. No drama and food thrown.

She got up from the table. The boys had already left for the livingroom. She watched their glowing faces as their new train clacked along its track, blowing out smoke and then choo choo! as it came out of the tunnel.

The world might be crazy but here in her home, there was peace.

“God bless us, Every One!” She murmured.

DEPARTURES

Posted on December 13, 2014 by hafong

It is Saturday, a little but not too late for Friday Fictioneers. We gathered each week to share our stories of 100 words. Our gracious host is Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. And this week’s picture prompt from Sandra Cook. Today I dedicate my story to the memory of Christopher Scott who departed from us a few days ago. Rest in peace. You made a difference. You matter.

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Sandra Crook

It was high noon. She went down to the ocean – to the pile of sandals that had washed up on the beach. Gathering them into the pail, she trudged through the hot sand.

She stopped, breathless and perspiring. She wiped her face with the back of her hand and saw her footprints behind her. It was her last day in Africa – her last day at the center of the earth.

Will anyone remember her presence here? Will anyone care?

She slowly walked on, putting down sandals from the pail – marking her steps across this earth. She was here. She mattered.

COLD MOUNTAIN

Posted on December 4, 2014 by hafong

It is almost Friday and time for Friday Fictioneers and their stories of 100 words. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. And here is my story of 100 words. Here is a little explanation for my story. If you don’t know already, I am Chinese. My ancestors dream of a better life in America. They refer to Canada as Gold Mountain and United States as Beautiful Country.

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright Janet Webb

Sally pressed her nose against the window. She breathed onto the glass, then wiped it clear with her sleeve.

She looked out into her garden. The branches bared their arms to the sky. A fine layer of snow covered the creeping juniper. The little blue pergoda stood cold and lonely underneath a cluster of frozen golden petals.

She rested her cheek on the cool pane, sighing softly. She was remembering her dream of coming to Gold Mountain. Her dream had come true. She has been here in Gold Mountain for 30 some years. She didn’t find any gold, only the cold.

SWEET DREAMS

Posted on November 27, 2014 by hafong

So it is almost Friday and time for Friday Fictioneers and their stories of 100 words or so. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. And here is this week’s photo prompt and my tale of 100 words.

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Randy Mazie

“Oh my gosh!” Alice gasped. “The book is here. MY book is here.”

She stood in the middle of aisle C. She walked closer to the shelf in front of her. Slowly and lovingly she ran her hand down the spine of the book.

“The Devil in the Blue Dress by Alice Craig,” She mouthed silently. “That would be me! It’s real. I’m published! It’s already in the library.”

She gave a whoop and a leap in the air. She came down with a crash. “Ouch!”

What happened? She opened her eyes. She had fallen asleep on the library lawn.

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