Before Social Media – Friday Fictioneers

I finally got my act together and put together a story for Friday Fictioneers. I love this prompt, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who also the lovely hostess of Friday Fictioneers. It also happens to be Rochelle’s birthday. Happy Birthday, Rochelle! I hope you’re enjoying yourself and relaxing. Rochelle’s book Please Say Kaddish For Me was recently published. It’s getting great reviews. Check it out!

The challenge is to write a 100-word story based on a photo. Why not give it a try? All are welcome.

PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

(100 words)

Lana loves to put on a show. Ivy and Alex put on shows for each other. William, a student, hides behind drawn blinds. Octavia, lost in her own apartment, is on a strict pill diet. Lloyd, the overachiever, wakes before dawn with his stocks and treadmill. Sheamus, this guy never leaves his apartment, never sleeps. He’s always watching; across, below, inside. Conveniently across from his vantage point, a reflective window shines light on their misery.

It’s the perfect mix of joie de vivre and desperation. With penthouse views, Lloyd sips his brandy, watching the watched. Misery is calling his name.


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Chess Piece – Friday Fictioneers – 06/21/13

Happy summer! It’s time for Friday Fictioneers. I always say, better late than never.

Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for your generous time in leading this group, and to Managua Gunn for the intriguing photo.

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Chess Piece (100 words)

The heat dried the sweat inside his helmet, and granules of sand flitted into his eyes. His heels dug into the grate, sending a piercing pain into his spine. His eyes focused on one object, arms cramping, with the dedication of corps de ballet dancer.

It knew it was only moments now and his shift would expire. He would hear sighing, the tipping of the chess piece, and then his Majesty’s whispered, “Check mate.” Today, there was only silence.

A bloodied man fell at his feet and cascaded down the hill. At last, he maneuvered into a slightly new position.