Rochelle is the host of Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle says: This week’s photo prompt, courtesy of © Dale Rogerson, is: Throwing a bag of body parts along a brightly lit alley in the middle of the city would seem to be careless, with certainty of being spotted; yet Melvin had learned decades ago that hiding things…
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Friday Fictioneers — Waiting
Rochelle is the “Lucky 7” host of Friday Fictioneers. I say Lucky 7 because she’s been with Friday Fictioneers for SEVEN years! Congratulations again, Rochelle. Rochelle says: The next photo is the PROMPT. Remember, all photos are property of the photographer, donated for use in Friday Fictioneers only. They shouldn’t be used for any other…
Friday Fictioneers — Justice
Rochelle is the gracious host of Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle says: PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio “Mama, what’s that smell?” Long before we reached the part of the well-known path that was lit, an odd aroma met our nostrils. We were half-running because it took longer than I thought to get the animals fed. We…
Friday Fictioneers — Ghosts R Us
Rochelle is the most gracious host of Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle says: As always, please be considerate of your fellow Fictioneers and keep your stories to 100 words. (Title is not included in the word count.) Many thanks. PHOTO PROMPT© Sandra Crook Ghosts R Us is an interplanetary enterprise that can meet all of your ectoplasmic…
Friday Fictioneers –Fun on the Ferris Wheel
Rochelle is the host of the fabulous Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle says: The story is in regards to this photo: PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson WARNING: may be trauma triggering to some readers Chicago’s city-wide curfew for a month due to a series of bomb threats is lifted today, and tonight is the carnival. Every ride…
Friday Fictioneers — The Pleyel
Rochelle is the host of the most lovely Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle says: Fryderyk Franciszek Chopin was born in March 1810, in Poland. In 1830, he left Poland for Paris. In 1848, this once proud Pleyel adorned Chopin’s conservatory there. Chopin called it “his own” and polished its keys as if it were a lover. From…
Friday Fictioneers — Maybe next time…
Rochelle is the host of Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle wants us to write a 100-word story to the following image: PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr Only six hours after Monte had picked George up from the inpatient substance abuse treatment facility, he was scouring the macadam streets of the small village for him. They’d gone back to…
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