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NO TWITCHING ALLOWED

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It’s Wednesday, the start of another week of Friday Fictioneers. We are led by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple.  Our assignment is to tell a story of 100 words according to a photo prompt.  Here’s my 100 words of make belief.  My mission here is to have fun and s-t-r-e-t-c-h my imagination and let the words flow.

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Photo Prompt – C. E. Ayr

Samatha’s nose itched like the dickens.  She wanted to twitch it so bad but she had promised Daren.

She could see into her neighbour’s kitchen window.  Her heart ached for Cindy.  Such a nice and hard working girl!  That awful stepmother treated her like shit.

Wait!  She could call up her aunt.  Clara would be glad to help out.  Samatha smiled as she folded her arms across her breast.  With a brisk nod of the head and a blink of the eyes, Aunt Clara stumbled through the kitchen door.

“W-w-what happened?”  She muttered, dazed, hair on end.  “Where am I?”

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The shoe brought up Cinderalla’s slipper and the ball.  I like to believe in good witches.  Thus my story.

THE TABLE IS SET

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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.

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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.