Raining Apples – Friday Fictioneers

~ Amy Reese

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, where writers across the globe accept the challenge of writing a 100-word story based on a photo. Thanks to our lovely hostess, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who also provided this week’s photo prompt.

My story this week is semi-autobiographical. I hope you enjoy it.

Feel free to join in the fun and write your own story. Here’s are instructions.

rainy-night
PHOTO PROMPT -© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

(100 words)

Raining Apples

The rain cascaded out the sky like coins clattering the windshield.

Irene felt the presence of her father next to her, who only cautioned,”Slow down. Careful.” She gripped the steering wheel tighter.

Finally, her dad broke the wipers’ mad rhythm and said, “It doesn’t rain like this in California.”

“I can’t see a thing!” Irene laughed and pulled over.

“Hey, any apples left?” he asked.

Earlier they had picked apples, but her father’s bucket had fallen to the ground, bruising most of them.

Who knew they would eat those raining apples in the pouring rain? They couldn’t have tasted better.

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53 thoughts on “Raining Apples – Friday Fictioneers”

    1. Oh, how fun you went apple picking, Kelly. I love apple picking! We have some good spots here for that and so far we haven’t been this season. It’s never rained like that in CA…well once in a blue moon. 🙂

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      1. So now I have to get some recipes together because we have so many! Don’t want them to go bad. Have a wedding and homecoming this weekend… making apple sauce as I type this! lol Hope you have a good weekend xoxo

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      2. What a coincidence that I wrote about apples this week, Kelly! How funny. It’s cosmic. It sounds like a fun-filled weekend and busy. Have fun. Take time out to eat an apple for yourself! xoxo

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  7. Dear Amy,

    I love father-daughter memories.

    As a matter of fact it was a father-daughter activity responsible for my cake decorating career.

    Thank you for sharing your memory in such a sweet way.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Rochelle, thanks. Every now and then, a memory comes into focus. Oh, really about your cake decorating? I’d like to hear how that came about. Whenever I hear you talk about cake…I want a piece! Can you still eat cake or are you done with that?
      Thanks for your lovely comments, Rochelle. I appreciate them.

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      1. If I could beam them around half the world, they’d be yours. They are older varieties, tasty, but also wormy. 😀 We’re drowning in apple sauce, pies and strudels.

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    1. Thanks, Dawn. Remembering. It didn’t happen quite like this, but we did pick apples together the morning of a stormy drive! I remember feeling nervous, because it was a little scary. I was relieved to pull over, Dawn.

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