#FridayFictioneers – Location, Location, Location


With effort, Carlos relaxed a white knuckled grip on the railing and debarked on shaky legs.  He resisted the urge to kiss the solid deck-boards beneath his feet.

One look around, and his nausea doubled.  He had bought this.  This?  “Location, location, location,” he heard his agent chirp in the back of his mind.

Easing down to sit on the dock, he breathed.  Breathed in clean ocean air.  Waves sang in the distance among a chorus of birds that soared high overhead.  Mountains framed the distant horizon.

Things began to take shape in his mind.  Location, location, location.

WC: 98

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#FridayFictioneers – Got Gas?


“…Should have stopped in the city,” Mandy huffed. “Didn’t I tell you.”

“No worries,” Stanley replied. “There’s a place… I think.”

“That place?”

“Besides, this thing is great on gas. We’ve got miles in the tank.” Tapping the gas gauge, it fell past E.

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#FridayFictioneers – The Ride

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

“That looks fun.  Can we ride daddy?”

“Sure Chelle,” he replied while licking the last of the funnel cakes powdered sugar from his fingers.

“Tickets?” The attendant queried as they approached, handed over two tickets, and took a seat.

They rocketed into the air, twirling about.  Chelle screamed with delight as the lights flashed in time with the music.

Daddy screamed too.  “Stop this thing!  I’m going to be sick!”

The ride sped on however, his words lost in the cacophony of the carnival.

“Are you okay daddy?”

Nodding a blue face, gritting teeth, he prayed for the end.


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#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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Artsy Perspective


“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

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#FridayFictioneers – Last Light

It’s funny, the things noticed at the end of the world.

The sand on the floor beneath your jeans, pictures of people you never met adorning the house you’re holed up in, and reflections in a well oiled double barrel.

The last working light on the street flickered to life as the day failed. Darla checked her bag again for shells and peered through the crack in the curtains.

They would come soon, but the light would hold them off.

Low gutteral growls signaled the beginning. Darla stilled her racing heart, and peered through the window.

The light winked out.

WC: 100