If you find yourself at a dead stop behind a non-moving vehicle in the middle of parking lot, there's a good chance the operator of the vehicle is playing Pokemon Go. This happened to me and my son the other day. The woman was staring down into her lap, obviously trying to hide something, her … Continue reading Pokemon, where have you gone to? – Part 2
It's time for Friday Fictioneers, even when it's Saturday. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this group and to Kent Bonham for sharing his cool picture with us. The challenge is to write a 100-word story based on the photo. My story follows. Genre: Humor (98 words) Insufficient Backup Storage Error "Have you ever noticed that … Continue reading Insufficient Backup Storage Error – 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 … Continue reading Road Fever – Friday Fictioneers
It's time for Friday Fictioneers, a writing community that is lead by our gracious host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Every week, we are challenge to write a 100-word story based on a photo prompt. I had fun with this prompt. Thanks to Marie Gail Stratford for providing the photo. This weekend happens to my birthday when once … Continue reading Household Name – Friday Fictioneers
Have you ever felt that you needed a life coach? Not someone to help with the fancy decisions in life, but the day-to-day tasks such as eating, getting dressed, organizing your to-do list. Your life coach would sit by you, patient, forgiving, non-judging. S/he/it would watch you closely, let you make choices first. As it watched, … Continue reading Life Coach, Anyone?
This past weekend, I desperately needed to breakaway from the walls of my house. I can be a slave to my computer if I allow myself. My back aches from all the sitting I do. It was high time I stretched my legs. I pleaded with my family to join me on a walk to … Continue reading Walking Alone with Nature
She turned her wheel looking at me in my rearview mirror. What did she expect me to do? Who made eye contact for Christ’s sake? Doesn’t eye contact mean anything to anyone any more? Bitch. My hands shook while I poured my coffee. Fucking bitch. I burnt my toast. My stomach grumbled. Fucking, self-serving bitch. Did she … Continue reading confessional.com