Light at the End of the Tunnel

I sent this photo to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for her to use on her Friday Fictioneers 100-word fiction challenge, which I see she did. I thought it was a good photo prompt. However, I myself, being a lazy SOB, didn’t write any story to accompany it. OK, better late than never. The light ahead was finally visible, within reach. Only a few steps more and Morris … Continue reading Light at the End of the Tunnel

The Beach House ——-Friday Fictioneer’s

Every Friday on Friday Fictioneer’s the gracious Rochelle Wisoff-Fields provides us desperate writers and/or bloggers (Which is more desperate? A writer or a blogger?) with photo prompts for 100 word stories, which are linked to the Friday Fictioneer’s site. So check it out. This week’s prompt is “Beachfront Property Available” read the real estate ad. The real estate agent drove north on the Pacific Coast Highway … Continue reading The Beach House ——-Friday Fictioneer’s

Members Only

This week’s Friday Fictioneer’s photo prompt is this not very charming sculpture. It reminds me of belonging – or rather it reminds me of not belonging: the theme of my contribution to Friday Fictioneer’s – hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Marcus looked up at the entranceway to the Athletic Club. He actually held in his hand a free pass to enter this exclusive white-men-only club. For … Continue reading Members Only

The Three Doors

Thanks to Rich V for this week’s photo prompt for this week’s Rochelle Wisoff’s Friday Fictioneers’ 100-word Challenge. The photos is – Poor Bumba could only think of titles for stories. Or captions for the photo. No text, just titles. Please forgive him if he got silly, but it was Friday. 1. The Doors – without Jim Morrison 2. Behind Closed Doors: A Field Study 3. … Continue reading The Three Doors

Museum Pieces

Our thanks to Rochelle Wisoff for hosting another Friday Fictioneers 100 word (or thereabouts, there’s no sense getting compulsive about it!) Challenge. This week’s challenge is prompted by the photo below: Bumbastories has been out of action for the past week or so. Readers will be reassured that the weekly As I Sat On The Bus Invitational will be back and running on (Sunday) schedule. … Continue reading Museum Pieces

The Assessment ————–Friday Fictioneers Challenge

Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff for challenging us writers to come up with a 100 word story each week. Aristotle said that all drama, all stories, must have a beginning, a middle, and an end. Good advice. But last I heard, Aristotle is dead. All the same it’s good advice. Prompted by this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo, and flying in the face of Aristotle’s dictum, see … Continue reading The Assessment ————–Friday Fictioneers Challenge

Library Blues

This week’s Friday Fictioneers (100 words or less) photo prompt, courtesy of Rochelle W, is this lovely bookshelf, which bears a strange resmblance to our friend’s George Packard’s personal bookshelf.  So….so prompted: George Packard, retired schoolteacher, straightened out the books in his bookcase. He stepped back to admire his collection. He basked in a familiar feeling of satisfaction: a lifetime of reading, of learning. What happiness these books … Continue reading Library Blues

Friday Fictioneers

Here’s the photo prompt for this week’s Friday Fictioneer challenge, which I confess I haven’t done for a good month of Fridays…Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Marcus staggered toward the farmhouse. Since last night he had barely stopped running. Perhaps he could lie down for an hour. Maybe pick up some food. Quietly he slipped inside the musty barn. He was greeted by a small child. “Who are you?” … Continue reading Friday Fictioneers

That Cat Is Looking At Me

This is the photo prompt for this week’s Friday fictioneers 100 word challenge. Click to see the other entries or to make your own. The cat looked at old Mrs. Bender with that vacant yet interested gaze that cats seem to own – as if the animal was thinking of something, or sizing her up. “Hell, I don’t need no dumb-assed cat judging me today. Or any day for … Continue reading That Cat Is Looking At Me

Friday Fictioneers Challenge

My entry for Madison Woods‘ 100 word Friday Fictioneers Challenge (with a nod to Leo Tolstoy): General Kutuzov leaned forward on his horse Blanca and surveyed the steep valley below. This heavy fog concealed the French perfectly. Lucky bastards! Surely they were moving through that fog right now. Right under his nose! They would escape and join LeMarc’s division at Mattersberg. His left flank would … Continue reading Friday Fictioneers Challenge