Road Fever – Friday Fictioneers

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by our fairy blog mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s photo was provided by Al Forbes. Thanks, Al.

All are welcome to join in. The challenge is to write a 100-word story based on the photo. Give it a try.

I learned from a news story that driverless cars are not so far away. They say 10 years or less. Are you ready?

PHOTO PROMPT – © Al Forbes

(100 words)

Road Fever

The Otto-Moto Driverless Car was Kevin’s solution for his sanity. He could sleep, eat, read, text, whatever the hell he wanted. Simply stress-free. No more anger. Not to mention, no more annoying searches for lost keys.

His driver Otto was more than willing to please. Driven by voice command, Otto was keenly aware, if not downright clairvoyant. When Kevin was near, the doors unlocked.

“Drive to work,” Kevin said. Otto ignored him. “Hey, wrong turn. Where are you going?”

“None of your business,” replied Otto. He proceeded to ram another driverless car off the road. “Punk. Learn how to drive.”


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Check out my post about Rochelle’s novel Please Say Kaddish for Me. You’ll love this book! If you haven’t already read it, you really should. I know you’ll enjoy it.


Window to the Sky – Friday Fictioneers

It’s time for the Friday Fictioneers challenge, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Today’s amazing photo was contributed by Roger Bultot. Roger does not have a website, but has kindly provided this photo for our prompt.

As always, everyone is welcome to write their own 100-word story. Instructions are here. Why not give it a try?

Here’s my story. I’m aware the end is a bit abrupt. 🙂

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Genre: Speculative Fiction (101 words)

Window to the Sky

A patch of sunlight fell on Justine’s shoulders from a window to the sky. She dug at the concrete to extract its heat. Grime coated her throat, raw from screaming that pounded in her ears. Was she screaming still?

Her shivering did not move thick walls of dripping sea water enclosing around her.

It wasn’t a trick of the eye. In her mind she still saw the glare in the window and an opening door.

A voice commanded her. “This place doesn’t exist and neither do you.”

The ground gaped open and a rush of water flushed her out to sea.


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Message in a Blog

A Message in a Bottle

Some blogs have messages for the masses, which are embraced, shared, and circulated. Campaigns for cancer awareness, mental health, and peace come to mind. Who doesn’t want to be swept up in positive momentum of doing something worthwhile?

Other messages are like cries in the dark, like the suicide note I intercepted. Yes, this did happen to me. Unfortunately, there is not a happy ending to this story. In this case, the virtual realm met reality with tragic results. However, the saga continues. One courageous individual, perhaps, has met his destiny and offers hope and a new life for the two children left behind. This story deserves its own post.

In other cases, we as bloggers may want our messages to stay in our blogs. They may live in the hearts and minds of those who read them, but may not overlap with your functioning, daily life or involve further discussion past the comments section of your blog . You may, incidentally, mention a post to a loved one or a friend, who probably doesn’t have a clue what you’re talking about.

A few of my family members read my blog and occasionally I will have a friend say, “Oh, I read your blog.” Or, he or she might say, “I love your blog.” I love it when I hear that. For the most part, however, I feel that my blog is insulated in the WordPress environment, so while it is public, there’s this feeling of containment, and no intersection with my actual life.

I have come to adore my community of bloggers and, to some extent, may even write knowing you are my audience, hoping you’ll stop by once again. I do not take your visits for granted. I feel assured that if you’re reading my blog it is because it is a choice. You want to be here to listen.

As bloggers, listening is one thing we do well. If we want to share a memory, story, or a song, we can put that in our blog. A problem, a confession, a revelation, why not put that in our blog? Happiness, successes, insecurities, and failures, all of it, you can leave it for your blog. As readers, we’re here, we’re ready, we accept.

If you’ll bear with me, I have a message I want to leave in my blog today. About a month ago, my mom mentioned to me that she was printing hard copies of my blog, nothing I would ever consider doing. Bless her! She had left my printed blog, quite a sizeable stack now, on her countertop before leaving for errands.

My brother happened to be there and asked, “What’s that?”

“It’s Amy’s blog.”

So, when my mom left on errands, he started reading my blog, and when she returned he was still reading my blog. He never knew I had such a thing.

“I can’t put it down,” he told her.

This touched me immeasurably. When I heard this, I was positively glowing inside, and felt acceptance, and maybe a possibility to reconnect. Our family gatherings with so many people are often too chaotic for deep conversation. I’m sure in some family situations where you see your family once or twice a year, you may have a that period of familiarizing yourself with their lives.

Lately, with my brother, we all know it’s not going well. We don’t need to ask, “How are things really?” I have always wanted to take a walk around the block with him to ask, “How we can we make it better? How can we fix things?”

So, I hope he reads this, and that soon we take that walk. I’m here to listen.

P.S. I’m available to write your book. Count me in.

photo credit: Tom Gill. via photopin cc