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The Old Homeplace – #FridayFictioneers – April 12, 2024

Posted on by R.M. Carlson

Photo Prompt @ Susan Rouchard

The old house was going to be destroyed. Industrial development. She barely got there in time before it became a victim of the wrecking ball. 

They stopped work for her so she could retrieve what she wanted. She had to be quick. She ran from room to room, snatching and grabbing.

She ran into the nursery and there were her books. Her childhood lived in those books. One of the workers helped and she packed them up. Nancy Drew. Huckleberry Finn. More.

She loaded them in her car as the memories battered her brain. Thinking of her family, she cried.

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff for hosting Friday Fictioneers!

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Fire!

Posted on by R.M. Carlson
PHOTO PROMPT @ Lisa Fox

The older lady was only trying to cross the street..A nice gentleman came up along side her to kindly help. As they stepped up on the curb in front of her apartment building, like a flash, a young man flew by and snatched the lady’s purse.

The kind man who helped her cross the street took off, chasing the boy. Gretta waited in front of her building, hoping he’d catch him. Out of nowhere, something came flying through the air. It was her purse, thrown off the fire escape. He was trapped atop the fire escape.

Friday Fictioneers. June 3, 2022. Thanks, Rochelle!

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The Good Samaritan

Posted on by R.M. Carlson
Photo Prompt @Brenda Cox

Clara stopped at a nearby gift shop to find out who owned the self-service vegetable stand down the road. The clerk said, “An old man is the owner. He struggles to make ends meet from just that income from that stand and it is the end of the season.” The wheels in Clara’s brain started to turn.

The next morning, on her morning drive, she stopped at the stand. The old man was there, singing and whistling. He said to her, “We have a wide selection today. A Good Samaritan has assured that I will make it through the winter.”

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Absconded

Posted on by R.M. Carlson
Photo prompt by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

See that picture on the wall of the girl with the flaming hair? She’s my sister. She was my roommate, but now she’s gone. She left without warning me that she was going to bolt.

Look at the mess she’s left in my apartment. It’s appalling that she left me with this mess without telling me. How could she do this to me? How could she just abandon me? One day she just didn’t come home. I waited, but all I got was that terrible phone call. I can visit her, but I don’t like to go to the cemetery.

For Friday Fictioneers, May 22, 2022