Well, hello there.  It is Thursday and I have a story for Friday Fictioneers. We gather each week to tell stories of 100 words or so according to a photo prompt. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple.  Anyone can join in if so inclined.  Here’s my 100 words.

PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford

It was a long ways down.  Her hair fluttered across her face. The moving traffic below made her dizzy.  She pulled back from the edge, stumbling.  Her heart caught in her throat and she had to bend over to catch her breath.

Tears streamed down her face.  She was not good for anything.  No brains.  No looks.  No money.  No courage.  How was she going to face everyone, anyone? She was such a failure.  Now what?

She stood and wiped her eyes and blew her nose.  An anger rose in her.  She had, still has something after all.  Her stubbornness.


It is Friday again and time for Friday Fictioneers to tell their stories of 100 words or so. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple.  This past week marks her third anniversay as host of this group of fictioneers.  Thank you Rochelle for your dedication and hard work.  And now, my 100 words inspired by this photo from Ron Pruitt.

the bus

The line inched slowly forward.  She hoped there was room for her. She craned her neck to see ahead of her.  Please! She whispered to herself.  She shifted her weight to one crutch, then to the other.

It was hard, but she had to get away fast.  She glanced furtively backwards.  Someone tried to move in front of her.  She quickly thrust her right crutch out.

“No, you don’t!”  She cried out.

Finally she was there.  She felt arms behind her.  Good, someone was going to help her get on the bus.  Then she heard his voice.

“No, you don’t!”





IMG_6381I am afraid today is another  Day – waking up to the same grey and cool morning.  No snow though, thank the lord for small – no big mercies.  I’m starting to feel like Bill Murray. Desperation is nibbling on my edges.  I cannot afford to let it all hang out.

I am hanging in/on or whatever.  I’ll put on my Wonder Woman IMG_0515outfit and let it do the magic.  Today I have my tiara AND my lasso.  Look out!  I have magic and power.

I can bite the bullet and do all those hard to do things that I’ve been putting off.  What better time to do them than on a grey and cold day?  I do not need to move mountains, only piles – and piles.  I only have to move one of them at a time.

And at the end or in the middle, there’s those sweet buns I made yesterday and IMG_0608a cup of sweet spicy hot chocolate.  I am feeling energized and ready to tackle IMG_0587anything .  And Sheba is poised to help.