#FridayFictioneers – Web of Lies

PHOTO PROMPT © Victor and Sarah Potter

“What a nice web you have,” the fly said to the spider.

“Well thank you,” replied spider, innocently. “Won’t you come over and rest a bit.”

The fly thought a bit.  The web was nice, gleaming in the light, and her wings were getting tired.  Though her mother had warned her against spiders, this one seemed so nice.

“I don’t know,” she said.  “I should be flying on home.”

“But it’s such a long flight.  A rest would do you good, besides I could use the company.  It gets so lonely up here.  Please.”

“Okay, but I can’t stay long.”

WC:  100

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#WeekendCoffeeShare – Mid-January 2018

cappuccino on tableIf we were having coffee, I’d offer you a cup of this nice fresh brewed Seattle’s Best that I’m sipping tonight.  It’s good coffee.  Is it the best Seattle has to offer?  Maybe, maybe not.  That probably depends greatly on who you ask, but I think it will do nicely for us tonight.  If coffee’s not for you, I’d offer up some tea or perhaps some water.  Almond milk?  I don’t know, but we’ll find something for you.

Now that we’re all settled, let’s talk about the week gone by.  It was a pretty good one, if not as productive as I would have liked.

On the positive side, I’m starting to get my wind back as far as running.  Since my calf healed well enough to start running again, I’ve been slowly upping my mileage.  Saturday was my longest run since coming back, yielding 7 miles on a cloudy Saturday afternoon.  It was great!

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#WeekendCoffeeShare – Baby, It’s Cold Outside

If we were having coffee, I would offer you a nice cup of instant since that’s all I have at the moment.

Not a fan of instant coffee? I do have some tea that I can offer in that case, but it may not have the kick of the coffee. Suit yourself though.

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#WeekendCoffeeShare – New Year’s 2018

wp-image-1093036968If we were having coffee, I’d say Happy New Year!, even if it is a bit early for that.  I’ve got us a fresh pot brewed, so help yourself and we can talk a bit of what’s to come.

The new year always brings with it thoughts of new possibilities, opportunities, and of course resolutions.  Now I’m not the resolutioning type, but I do have my goals.  They are just continuations from forever ago, but they somewhat renew on New Year’s every year.  They are to (1) be a good husband and dad and (2) maintain some level of fitness.

This year, I’m adding to that list.  This year, I want to actually finish a book, and then figure out the whole self-publishing thing.  Generally speaking, I don’t mind the writing of whatever, but the publishing part scares me quite a bit.  There’s just so much to figure out, so many platforms to work with, and if you do actually make a dollar or two, how does that even work with the taxes!?  It boggles the mind!

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Artsy Perspective

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

“What is that in the yard!?”

“Oh hey Sweetie.  You saw my new art.  What do you think of it

“Mom.  That is not ‘art.’  You are not an ‘artist.’  I can’t bring friends over with that ‘thing’ in the yard.  What is it even ‘supposed’ to be?”

“Supposed to be?  Hmmm.  It’s art.”

“Ugh.  Mom, you’ve got to stop this.  Really.”

“Well, if you don’t like it, don’t worry.  I’ve already got a sale for it.”

Shelley looked at her dumbfounded.  “A sale?  How?”

“Oh, I don’t know.  Maybe, I ‘am’ an artist.

WC:  98

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#FridayFictioneers – A Bit of Soul

PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg

Lanny scowled at the boy eyeballing her wares through the window.  Surely, he was thinking of stealing.

Snow fell lightly, but it was warm inside, and business was good.  All was well.

The boy shivered.  An act?  Probably.  Would he make it through another night?  Surely.

Turning a knitted toboggan in her hands, she considered, just for a moment, taking it out to the boy.  She imagined his excitement as he donned the cap.

But she was a businesswoman, not a charity.  Replacing the toboggan, she turned from the boy at the window, and a bit of her soul died.

WC: 100


#FridayFictioneers is a weekly writing post up hosted by Rochelle over at rochellewisoff.com/.  You should go check out her page and maybe even post your own 100 word story.