I swear that I didn’t intend to write on a similar theme as my last post: The Birth of Dandelions, written by Kazakhstani writer Anel Fuller. But when you sit down to write and a story pops out, that’s what you get. The Greens Shall Inherit the Earth We were assigned four plots, so we…
Tag: Friday Fictioneers
Dinner at Maison Centrale
Dinner at Maison Centrale “Do you think it’s safe?” Chantelle asked. She rapped the clear table. Tabitha sipped her wine. “Undoubtedly.” She smiled at the prisoners gazing up through the table from the floor below. “I feel bad for them.” “This is your civic duty, darling. Let them continuously see and smell wonderful food just…
Letter Hats
Letter Hats Culture is unusual. People in other countries might look the same, but they do things you wouldn’t expect. Like a stop sign I saw with ARRET on it, but with a little hat on the “e”. I asked Camden, the neighborhood Google. “History,” he said. “They started dropping the “s” from words and…
Waterfell
This story is part of a weekly story challenge called Friday Fictioneers, where participants write a 100-word story based on a picture. Thank you to Fictioneers queen Rochelle for choosing my picture this week. This is from the Iguazu Falls on the border of Argentina and Brazil. I want to apologize for not being able…
Limited Sky
Limited Sky “You’re applying for a game developer position?” The manager flipped through my application in confusion. “Yes.” “Your background is law, though.” “I am a lawyer currently, but I’ve been studying coding for several years. If you look at my portfolio—” “No, it’s great.” The manager looked uncomfortable. “I’m just afraid you’re a bit…
Self-Delivery
I got the idea for this story on Wednesday, but I got COVID earlier in the week, so this is the first I’ve had the strength to write it down. You could chalk this up to my fevered brain, although I write this kind of thing all the time, so I guess that’s no excuse….
Morning, Joe
Morning, Joe These days, every school has a “Joe”: someone to provide a sly shot of the banned pick-me-up to keep you sharp. I did business in the basement art room, killed years ago by budget cuts. Just before first period Principal Singh walked in. My heart raced but my expression remained bored. “Morning, Joe.”…
Phere
Phere Phere. It was the intersection of fashion and horror. Fifth Avenue meets Fear Factor. I gingerly put on my lacquered wasp earrings. The millipede bracelet came next. Then my masterpiece, a necklace made of a live de-legged scorpion I put on with bomb-disposal meticulousness. I had more than the normal blind-date nervousness. What if…
The Neighbor We Love to Hate
The Neighbor We Love to Hate The two women watched the old man lounging in his front yard amid heaps of dirty snow. “Why won’t he leave?” one said. “He’s hurting property values.” “Right? Do you know he destroyed all my flowers last night?” “You sure?” “Who else would it be?” “He should retire to…
Hotel Limbo
Hotel Limbo At least two of the hotel’s 4 stars must have been photoshopped. Towels worn, dirty bathroom, shampoo bottles refilled. I sat on the bed, frantically searching flights. I had 36 hours to travel 2700 miles across Central Asia to make my next connection after my last flight had been cancelled. COVID Ugh, I’d…
The Green-Walled Treehouse 