A Light Caress – Friday Fictioneers

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and for a wonderful year of leading this group. Thank you, thank you!!

Thanks also to Roger Bultot for contributing his photo for this week’s prompt. I just love diner stories.

A little sci-fi/romance this week. Sure, why not? Hope you can make sense of this.

And good news…this just happens to be my 500th post!!

Photo Prompt © Roger Bultot

(Sci-Fi/Romance: 103 words)

A Light Caress

His head felt foggy. Patrons shoveled food in their mouths and didn’t look up from their plates.

“More coffee?” The waitress was already tipping her pot.

Jake nudged the cup toward her and dropped a dollar on the counter.

She grabbed it instantly. He’d never seen a waitress so desperate for a single dollar bill, only she look displeased by the whole thing.

“What did I do?”

“This don’t work here. Your scan?” The waitress turned over his arm. “You need to go.”

Jake wandered the barren street, thinking only of the waitress and her light caress. He had to see her again.


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A bit of a Charlie Brown tree this year (long story), but still shining bright with a little love and some lights. 🙂


Wishing everyone safe and happy holidays!!

Accompaniment – Friday Fictioneers

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers. Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting and to her husband Jan Fields for the wonderful photo.

All are welcome to join this challenge, which is to write a 100-word story based on the photo. Here are instructions. Give it a try. My story follows.

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan W. Fields

Genre: Realistic Fiction (102 words)


Liza pounded the piano, the way her mother told her not to. It had been Mr. Stevenson’s cue to play.

Mr. Stevenson, a pianist for mama’s ballet class, was so good you hardly noticed him. “Like a waiter in a fine restaurant,” mama had told her. But mama had noticed because they had done the fine dining together.

Sweet music filled their small quarters like jasmine on a summer night. Liza and mama danced with roses in their hair. At night Liza heard a more percussive number, what Liza determined could only be 3/4 time.

“I miss the music,” said Liza.

“Me, too.”


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Dance on a Moonlit Porch – Friday Fictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Dance on a Moonlit Porch

Gliding on the porch swing, breezes tickle my neck. We sit close, our legs dangle, our fingers connect.

Sweat on my brow, a kiss on your tongue, we dance on a moon-lit porch to a timeless song.

It carries me like petals floating out of reach.

Our feet light, you lift me and dip me before the door, then bundle me and love me until a quarter to four.

We drop and curl, our chests rise and fall, the glow of the moon in our faces. Together we meet in each other’s dreams and dance by the light once more.


Genre: Romance (100 words)

This story was written for Friday Fictioneers 100-word photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting and for the photo this week.

I just love porches. I’ve always wanted one. I’m feeling love in the air. Happy Valentine’s Day to all!

I have a big weekend of water polo ahead of me. So no candlelight dinners, but I’m looking forward to this tournament. I will do my best to read your stories when I can. I may be a bit delayed.

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After Hours – Friday Fictioneers

After Hours

Couples drunk with love hear the music as they wander cobblestone corridors, not knowing what they will encounter. The music draws them there, into a courtyard of glittering lights, some chairs, and a strumming guitar duo. The guitarists practice to their own rhythm, unbeknownst to the crowd that gathers and dances. The warm sounds of the vibrating strings swell and float in the air, as more families and friends converge, and strangers meet, a gentle smile resting on their faces.

The duo smile at each other. The older plucks a few notes, and they join together. The night has just begun.



Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields as always, and to Bjorn Rudberg for the beautiful photo.

I’m caught up this weekend in many activities, so I may not be able to read stories until Sunday evening. But, I promise I’ll get there.

This photo put me in the mood for romance. I hope I captured that in my story. Thanks for reading. Why not give it a try yourself.

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Genre: General (100 words)

Copyright – Björn Rudberg

Alley of Enchantment – Friday Fictioneers – 11/15/13

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers. I’m piggybacking onto David’s story, because it was so enchanting.

This alleyway looks like it belongs in Europe, where I have never been. Sigh. Someday. I imagine little alleyways like this one.

Rochelle and Janet, I hope you’re having a wonderful visit and maybe even share a memorable culinary experience of your own. Thanks to Kent Bonham for the photo.

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Genre: General (99 words)

copyright – Kent Bonham

Alley of Enchantment

Cradling my waist, he whisked me into the alley. His musky scent mingled with mine while we lingered, his breath on my cheek. I forgot about my aching feet searching for the restaurant with no street name.

“I think I’m hungry,” I said.

“We’re lost. Let’s skip it,” he said, nipping my neck.

Cupping his chin, I whispered, “They say this is the best restaurant in the world.”

He sighed. “It better be.”

In our candlelit corner, we savored a culinary experience that could not be matched. We returned to it in our future visits, pretending to be lost.

Another One Bites the Dust – Friday Fictioneers – 03/15/13

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers. Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for leading this fine, growing group of adventurous writers. This week’s inspiring photo was provided by Lora Mitchell.

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Genre: Humor (100 words)

Copyright – Lora Mitchell

Another One Bites the Dust

“What’s your poison?” asked Bill, blowing smoke in her direction.

“Huh?” she wilted. The avocado-lime fuzz on the wall bled into the orange shag, her stomach queasy at the sight of it.

“To drink. You need to lighten up.”

Serena sunk into the rust couch. “Why is the TV on?”

Bill sat down next to her on the couch a little too close, with a yellow cocktail in hand. “It’s our view, darling. Who needs a penthouse?”

Reaching over her, he proudly presented a planted Lily. “For you.”

It was fake like his online profile. “It’s ugly and I’m leaving.”