Tag Archive: Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneer: Dinner

“What a day. The only thing that kept me going was your love,” he said. “I’m starving. The kitchen is the center of the house. I remember many happy days in my mother’s… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: Glasses

Mimi stood on the porch patting her head. “What?” Tom asked. “I forgot where I left my glasses.” “Where were you last?” “Kitchen.” Kitchen was clean except for one cup of tea. “Found… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Yes

“What happened to it? It didn’t look like that when I gave it to you.” “It’s grown since then.” “A sign of our love?” “A sign that even when I ignore you, you… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: Distraction

They did it for fun, pushed their friend in a wheelchair uphill. It became a distraction to those who gathered to watch. I felt the hand reaching to pickpocket. I grabbed it, twisted,… Continue reading

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: Colorado Mountain

“Where is this train going again?” “Town of Silver Springs, abandoned silver mine now a tourist town.” “Okay.” “What are you doing?” “It’s 8 in the morning in the Colorado Rocky Mountains. I’m… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Goddess Sleeps

She was never supposed to tell, but the secret was too great. She covered her eyes and slept. They built a town around her in her honor. Now it was time to wake… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: The Plug of Life

“I am ZXEARTUS. Come to stand at the Plug of Life, annihilate scum called life, and start over.” “NO! I’ve come to stand at the Plug of Life to start over with a… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: Thank You

I said the pledge of allegiance as a child in school. I didn’t know what it meant until I learned how women are treated in other countries, and how dictators treat their people… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Old Joe

“Remember old Joe?” “That happy old timer who was always looking for the next big deal? He must have lost thousands.” “Well, he chased after so many of them he finally made it… Continue reading

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