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Morsels for Max

Posted on by R.M. Carlson

Friday Fictioneers – March 8, 2024

Photo Prompt @ Rowena Curtin

”Gran, we should plant the flowers sitting on the deck. It’s such a beautiful spring day.”

”We will, Thelma,” replied Gran. “That will give us time to spend with Max.” Max was their dog who lived in a kennel behind the house.

Thelma looked out back at Max’s kennel.

”Oh no, Gran,” Thelma exclaimed. “Max is gone! He isn’t in his kennel.”

When they walked onto the deck, there was Max. He had turned over his bowl and the watering can. The flowers were out of their containers and chewed into pieces. Max looked at them with a satisfied grin.

100 words

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Revenge

Posted on by R.M. Carlson

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Claire saw the old vehicle being lifted from the bottom of the lake. Her mother had drowned in that car and it was her fault. Her mom was teaching her to drive. She lost control of the car and they landed in the roadside lake.

The accident was months ago and she could see the damage to the car. Rust and a crooked door where her mom fought so hard to get out. Claire smiled, then looked around to see if anyone saw her. She had finally paid her mother back for all those injustices she’d suffered in her childhood.

100 words

Thanks to Rochelle and Friday Fictioneers and to Fleur Lind for the photo.

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The Ruins of Our Lives

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By R.M. Carlson

Photo Credit @ Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

She lifted the baby out of his crib. As she raised up, she smelled something burning. She took a quick look around her apartment. She heard the commotion in the street and walked to the doorway. There, in the middle of the usually quiet suburban street, was a bonfire. The fuel was books and the soldiers were gleeful.

Laying her son back in his crib, she started gathering their things. She didn’t know where they would go but away from here. Her son would have a chance at a good life and freedom.

Thanks to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers.

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On the Run

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”Where can we go to hide?” Amy Wu asked her fellow escapee, Chien-Chi.

”I know just the place where we can get lost,” Chien-Chi replied. “Follow me.”

Amy had escaped the mob who wanted to use her tiny Chinatown store to store weapons. She had refused. Her friend, Chien-Chi was trying to help.

Amy followed Chien-Chi as he sprinted through Chinatown, He skidded into a Chinese restaurant and she followed. It was busy and a maze. Easy to get lost.

Amy followed the owner to the back of the restaurant. There was the freezer. Her purserers stood right beside it.

For Friday Fictioneers. Thanks, Rochelle!

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The Best of Times

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She only saw the ocean once in her 78 years. A few years before she had to leave home, her brother-in-law arranged a trip to the beach for she and her sisters. They spent a week at the seashore and it was a glorious time. They had their coffee on the beach in the mornings and their nightcap at night,

She spent time collecting sea shells. She kept them in a glass dome after she returned home.

When she had to leave home for good, she took her shells. She thought of her sisters and remembered the best of times.

For Friday Fictioneers. Thanks, Rochelle!

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The Migration

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PHOTO PROMPT @ Bill Reynolds

He hated to be the first one to leave, the first generation not to work the family farm. He had no choice because farmers had to have another job to survive. There were no other jobs where he lived in West Virginia.

The last time the greenhouse had been active was when his grandfather worked it. HIs father died young and didn’t have the chance. Now, to survive, he had to go to the city. No remote work either.

He took a last look at the old greenhouse. For an instant, he saw it thriving, but then it was gone.

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Bad Luck

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PHOTO PROMPT @Fleur Lind

“Congratulations and best wishes to the bridge and groom,” the best man toasted at the wedding. ”May you have a long and happy marriage!”

As was their custom, the best man smashed his champagne glass in the stone fireplace. One by one, the wedding guests made a wish for the happy couple and then smashed their glasses. The father of the groom shouted, ”May you have many children,” and followed suit.

After everyone left, the best man saw the champagne glass that was left.

”Oh no,” he said. “They will have 25 years of bad luck.”

For Friday Fictioneers. Thanks, Rochelle!

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Freedom

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PHOTO PROMPT @ Dale Rogerson

“Mama, I want to go out and ride my bike.”

”No, child, it isn’t safe. The government forces may do a surprise check. We aren’t supposed to be on the streets.”

”But why, Mama?”

”Darling child, we live under something called martial law. They have imposed a round-the-clock order that we must stay indoors.”

”Here’s Papa. Can I go outdoors, Papa?”

“No, child. For now, we just have to remember how it was when we could elect the government officials we wanted and when we lived in a free society and work to get back there.”

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The Spinning Woman

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Spinning wheel in Appalachia
PHOTO PROMPT @ ROCHELLE WISOFF-FIELDS

Mary sat at the old spinning wheel that was passed down to her from her grandmother. Spinning wheels were formerly used to make thread that was then used to make clothes. Mary lived deep in the hills of Appalachia and she was preparing to start making the family’s clothes again.

The children couldn’t find jobs. The new autocratic government cut off unemployment benefits and all financial assistance. Her grandmother had taught her the basics of life, just for fun then. Now, she was glad she knew as her fingers flew on the spinning wheel, making magic.

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The Flower Girl

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PHOTO PROMPT @ Jan Wayne Fields

The old man and the little girl parked at the farmer’s market. The old man sold flowers, although in the desert, they were hard to come by. His granddaughter helped him pick and arrange them. He often wondered where she found them. All his customers said that she could make a bedraggled bunch of flowers beautiful.

As they were driving home, he asked the little girl where she found the flowers. She pointed out the spot. It was sand. She jumped out and as she walked, the flowers popped up with every step she took.

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