Category Archive: Friday Fictioneer

Friday Fictioneer: Don’t Seem Right

“Impatiens, that is an airplane.” “Oh, Grandpa.” “My granddad rode a horse across America.” “That would take years.” “Months, not years. He saw the plains, prairies, mountains, and all kinds of wild life.”… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Just Missed It

“I’m telling you.” “I don’t think so. It’s just an empty field in the middle of nowhere.” “But it will be worth millions in just a few years.” Hesitation. “Would I lie to… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: The Boots

“I wanted to go on vacation. He wanted to take the camper. I wanted to park in the open field. He wanted to park under the big old tree.” “The storm?” “It was… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: Moma

Moma taught me her ways. She saved her cures in a collection of colored bottles on the shelf. She cured their diseases, ulcers, arthritis, and memory lose. They thought she was a little… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: Her Father Smiled

“What happened? Where did all the flowers go?” “They built a bridge.” “Why? Why? Why?” “The bridge is a good thing.” “What? How?” “The park has been destroyed, humans don’t come here any… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Remembering

Instead of a story, I’m going to share a memory. In junior high school, my best friend was Karen. She had an older brother who was dying. Sadly, I don’t remember his name,… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: Ghosts

“Don’t go there.” “It’s condemned. You don’t want to fall through the floor and break leg.” “It’s haunted. Ghosts will get you.” Words JD had heard all his life. Now that he was… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: Walk Along the Beach

“Maaa… my clients are buddies of Pa,” Kayla laughed. Ma angrily confronted Pa. He sore didn’t know. Even if he had known, he would have stopped it. Ma was the only one Pa… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Brilliant

“He let you put them up?” “Yes. The owner likes me. He thought it was a great idea.” “Why?” “We’re here in secret.” “This I know.” She leaned in and softly said, “No… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: The Doll House

  “I thought you were going to sell that thing.” “I was, but it’s been in the family for generations.” “I’m the one who’s going to have to dust it.” “It will care… Continue reading