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.

BUGGED OUT

Posted on December 22, 2014 by hafong

It’s Monday and I’m very late for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. We like to tell stories of 100 words. This week’s photo prompt is from Douglas M. MacIlroy. Here is my story, a little late and a little lame.

Alice backed herself to the farthest corner of the bed. She curled herself into a tight ball, covering her face with her arms. She choked back a sob.

They were crawling out of the hole and across the mattress in droves. She felt their furry little paws scurrying up her feet, some working their way into her pajama legs.

Screaming, she jumped out and ran to the shower, turning on the tap to full hot. They fell like flies from her. She leaned against the wall, weak with relief. Her eyes fell on the drain. It was teeming with crawling bugs.

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.

A TIGHT FIX

Posted on November 7, 2014 by hafong

It is Friday and time for Friday Fictioneers. Every Friday we gather here to share our stories of 100 words from a photo prompt. We are hosted by the ever effervescent Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. Comments and constructive critiques are welcomed.

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Jean L. Hays

She squirmed uncomfortably in the back seat. She was tightly wedged in on both sides – a skinny Canadian expat on her right and a big American woman on the left.

Sally shifted herself, pushing up on the roof for support. She could hardly breathe. She tried to lean back but was met with their unyielding luggage.

How did she get in this fix? She would need the jaws of life to get her out of this. She dared not look at the woman. It would start another flood of conversation and tears about the boyfriend again.

She counted the hours.

Tête-à-Tête

Posted on October 29, 2014 by hafong

It’s not quite Friday but it’s close enough for me. I’ve missed Friday Fictioneers for the last few weeks. I miss the telling of a story in 100 words. Once again, let me thank Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple for hosting us. I hope I haven’t lost my words somewhere in the vineyards of France.

PHOTO PROMPT-Copyright-Melanie Greenwood

How dare you!” Alice huffed. She stood, pushing back her chair. Hands on hips, she glared down at the young woman.

Her eyes were met with cold stony blankness. She knew by the proud tilt of the head that she had gotten nowhere. She accepted the obvious. She was tired of it all.

Alice sighed heavily. She put the chair back neatly under the table. The young woman made no move. The tears were gone. Her face was smooth and calm like marble.

C’est la vie. Alice thought to herself. It was time to stop the words and just live.

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