Friday Fictioneers-Garden of Stone


I stand in the garden of stone at the south end of our estate, home to the ancestors that came before. An array of gray monuments stand tall around me, stained by years of harsh winters; baked by summer sun.

The air contains the tang of autumn, and the ground beneath me is freshly turned. The heels of my shoes sink into the earth as I remember your struggle to stay alive.

You said you’d fight, and you did. You said you’d beat it, but you didn’t.

My task now is to grieve, and find a way to carry on.

Genre: Romantic Tragedy (?)

Word count: 100!!!!

Thank you Ms. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this wonderful photo prompt called Friday Fictioneers. I just love when a story rolls out of my head in a matter of minutes. Not sure if you’ll like it, but at least I tried.

Please go to Ms. Wisoff-Fields page to read the multitude of other flash fiction posted by her and other WordPress writers.



Five Sentence Fiction-The Pianist’s Fire


Talent is only the flame, genius is the fire.-John Reyes

Michael pounded the piano keys so furiously, his fingers bled. The flame within him burned and as he played, it radiated throughout his entire body. He wrote the music notes down and  fingered the keys one-handed. To anyone else the scribbled composition would have been gibberish, but not so for him.  It was the language of his heart, passion, and his muse.


This is done for Lillie McFerrin–Five Sentence Fiction


Friday Fictioneers-We’re Not Broken, Just Bent


Just give me a reason, Just a little bit’s enough

“Alice? Will you be able to love me even though I’m broken”

“Who says you’re the only one that is, Evan?”

“Answer me.”

“Yes, I will love you.” “When together, we’re not broken, just bent.”

Thunder rolls and the lights flicker out as they stand in the kitchen. He lights the lamps and adjusts the wicks. She grabs a vitamin from the cart and takes water from the sink to wash it down. Evan stands behind her, removes the glass from her hand, and kisses her neck. Alice leans into his warm body and lets his arms engulf her.

100 words (Genre: Romance)

P!nk and Nate from Fun! have been running through my sparkly brain all week. Then I saw Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s photo prompt and the story fell out of my head. Hope you like it. If not, tell me. I might take your advice, but I’m stubborn so I might not.

Have a great weekend my friends. It’s Easter and the kids are coming home. I’m going to take off my blogging hat and put on my momma one. I don’t get to wear it very often anymore, so when I get the chance, I do. It’s time to make Easter Baskets, clean house and get food items together for a sumptuous dinner. Happy Passover, or Easter. Whatever you celebrate, enjoy it.


Friday Fictioneers-Whisperer


“Annie looked into his eyes with their blood-crazed whites and for the first time in her life knew how one might come to believe in the devil.”
Nicholas Evans, The Horse Whisperer

Genre: general fiction


Melissa ambled toward the mare. Star instantly agitated, flared her nostrils and exhaled gruffly. She was not deterred in her task.  With hose placed in the trough, water spluttered from the end. Melissa advanced toward Star with purpose. She saw fear in her eyes, but didn’t falter. Star whinnied violently.

Melissa cooed, “hush beautiful girl.”

The animal reared up. Melissa, her hand out, connected with warm flesh. Star staggered and landed on all fours. Then leaned in and nuzzled Melissa’s neck.

“Good girl,” she sighed as she caressed her mane. ” It’s okay.”

The horse’s eyes softened and her body relaxed.

100 words

This was a tricky one for me Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and Doug McIlroy. I hope I did the prompt justice. We’ll see.