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Friday Fictioneers~ 3/26/21-Known Criminal

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Had she not waited for the cover of darkness, her presence in the neighborhood would have brought in the authorities.
She was an easily recognized opportunist.
Cutting patterns close to houses during the winter, was less perilous and more productive, but it took her longer to get home. Pilfering heavy prizes was strictly out of the question.
A motion activated light or two sent her running into the shadows but an open garage door was the perfect find!
She stealthily rummaged awhile then made off with some goods.
Her crisscrossing prints couldn’t possibly be followed.
All coyotes know that.

(99 words)

Dale’s Halo | Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
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Friday Fictioneers- 3/19/21


The red squirrel raced under the canopy of a tree into a preselected secluded spot and immediately transformed into its basic, but Earthly unnatural, design.
A wind was created as the alien sucked into being.
It immediately rooted its many appendages deeply into the soft ground to prop it upright in Earth’s imposing gravity.
Freedom from the shapeshifting ‘squirrel form’ gave Splogg a moment of peace that he was only allowed to exercise once a year.
He’d done this one hundred twenty-two other times and STILL wasn’t able to identify any sign of intelligence.
How he hated this frickcacking assignment!

(100 words)
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple | Growing older is inevitable. Growing up is optional.

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Friday Fictioneers~ Contemplations



He enjoyed this part of the day, alone with his contemplations,
and always stood to the right of the stairs.
It gave his left-hand more visibility waving to other early morning ‘dreamers’.
They were often the same people and all, but one, were also left-handed.

Perhaps, there is some credibility to the theories of left-handedness and its correlation to deep contemplation?
Or, does left-handedness inspire love of solitude?
The ocean; are left-handed people naturally drawn to it?

Presently, a new group of six came down the steps. All of them immediately appeared right-handed.
He waved and wondered why they’d come?

(100 words)
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple | Growing older is inevitable. Growing up is optional.

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Friday Fictioneers ~ 3/5/21

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the delightful Rochelle.
There’s a weekly challenge, a standard, and a prompt photo.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture below.

© Roger Bultot

“What the holly hell?!”
The two teens eyed their restitution assignment.
“All we did was open a fire hydrant to cool off! There must be six floors of stairs here.”
“We have ONLY one gallon of paint. The judge must think we’re magicians!”
Thomas reexamined the directions.
Berkery, off the street, 4 doors down.
“Berkery street alright.”
They rolled up their sleeves and started painting running out mid-way up the second flight.
“Now what?”
As they rested on the stoop a baker waved from his shop across the way.
“Hey! You boys here to paint my stairs?”
“Flippin’ typos!”

(99 words)

5 March 2021 | Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purpl

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Friday Fictioneers ~ Difficult Arrangement

100 word story for Friday Fictioneers

The Smith’s owned adjoining property to the Joneses. (What are those odds?)
Mrs. Smith cultivated a beautiful rose garden along the property line. As luck would have it, her most prized specimen tipped its bounty into the Joneses yard.
Seven stunning blossoms now enhanced a foreign property.
Proper etiquette frowned upon Mrs. Smith trespassing to claim her beloved beauties and
Mrs. Jones felt she shouldn’t cut them unless she equally shared them with the plant’s owner.
So they hang there still; uncut and unadorned in any vase.
If only there’d been an even number, an arrangement may have been made.

(100 words)
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Friday Fictioneers~ 2/19/21 Graveyard Shift


Jackie was on hour 16 of an 8 hour shift. Covid-19 had reduced Post Office #2166
to a skeleton crew.
She was on autopilot, alone on the graveyard shift, listening to heavy metal on her headphones.
Suddenly, all went silent. Jackie dropped her headphones.
Something brushed her leg!
Jackie froze. Nothing was there.
“Okay Jackie, get a grip.” she mumbled.
After a few jumping jacks, she was back at sorting.
She heard a cat then came another rub across her shins.
The top package label jumped into focus.


Jackie’s squeals echoed through the empty building.

19 February 2021 | Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple

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