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.
(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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Oh, I fall in love with the opening sentence here. Perfect flow and lovely dialogues.
Very creative piece of writing 🙂
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Oh, thank you for your kind words, Madeeha. You just made my day! 🙂
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🙂
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Always good to have some emergency food. 🙂
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Definitely, Carrie. And it wasn’t even planned! I guess luck was on their side.
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What a cute slice of life. I love the relationship you painted here.
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Thank you, Melanie. Glad you liked it.
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Awww it’s so nice to see the lovely relationship between father and daughter!
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Thanks, Solo. A pleasant memory, but a dreadful ride. 🙂
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A lovely peek into your life. What a dear father-daughter relationship. Much love shown in your words.
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I’m glad the love showed through. Thanks, Alicia. 🙂
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Went apple picking last weekend! Great story as usual – sure doesn’t rain like that in CA, right?!
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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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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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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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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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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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Nice story! Hope I can be that patient with my boys when THEY drive! 😉
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Thank you. I know what you mean, Dale. I hope it doesn’t come up too fast. The thought of my kids driving is just too much at the moment. 🙂
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That’s really sweet 🙂
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Thank you, Louise. 🙂
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Such a quaint picture you paint: well done.
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Thank you, Mick.
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Nice! I’m picturing them sitting in the car, eating their apples and waiting for a break in the weather 🙂
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Exactly, Ali. They needed the rain to clear. Thanks!
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That’s lovely. It used to rain men I believe. I think I’d prefer apples though.
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No raining men that night, Rosie.:) Just the apples. Thanks so much.
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Great opening Amy. I could almost hear that rain.
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Thanks so much, Sandra. It is my favorite sentence. 🙂
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The dialogue flows beautifully! Nice story, bet those apples tasted good!
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Thanks for the kind words, Emma! Apples and rain are a good combination after all.
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Can see you both cocooned in that car. Nice story.
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Glad it prompted a visual. Thanks so much.
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Here’s hoping that El Niño brings more rain to California and Nevada.
Thanks for sharing your sweet tale.
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Let’s hope, Tracey! That would be so nice. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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What better reason to make use of bruised apples? Very sweet.
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Indeed. Bruised apples aren’t so bad. Thanks, Bjorn.
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Great story, Amy. I’ve been in rain that hard, when you can’t see anything at all. Great time to pull off and eat apples. 🙂
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Thanks, David. Sometimes you have no choice but to stop and surrender to the weather…and eat apples instead. 🙂
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You’ve made me miss my daddy with this sweet story.
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I love the description in that first line. This could be me and my dad easily. Love it
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Thanks so much, Boomie. That first line is my favorite. If I write just one line I’m proud of, I’m pleased with myself. 🙂
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Absolutely!!!!
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🙂
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One of so many lovely memories I know you have. So nice that you could weave it into Friday Fictioneers and share it with us!
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Thanks you, Jan. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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What a lovely memory. It’s raining apples in my garden right now, want some? 😉
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Yes, I do, Gah!! Thanks for offering. 🙂
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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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Apple sauce, pies and strudels. Oh, yum!! I wish you could beam those things around the world, too. I’d gladly take them off your hands. 🙂
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Such a sweet, tender story, Amy. Remembering your father? Or just inspired by him? Really lovely.
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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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Sounds like those apples offered a welcome break. Sometimes when it’s raining that hard, it’s better to pull over and wait it out if possible. Well done, Amy. 🙂 — Suzanne
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