Friday Fictioneers: batteries not required

March 2, 2016March 2, 201635 Comments

Inspired by the latest prompt for Friday Fictioneers from Rochelle Wysoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple I throw my hat into the ring and offer you my take on the prompt for 3/4/2016.

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Batteries Not Required

It was with great alarm that Joan found her two-year old son, Bobby, chewing on a AAA alkaline battery. Snatching the dimpled and dripping form from his chubby little hand she yelled,

“NO! This is not candy!!”

Bobby burst into tears.

Examining him closely she saw no sign of irritation and checking the battery saw no signs of leakage. She immediately started storing them in a tightly sealed jar on the top shelf of the pantry.

She went apoplectic when, at age three, she found him atop the pantry ladder, jar in hand.

The pantry door is now locked.

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WORDS: 100

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Friday Fictioneers: Silent Sentries

September 16, 2015September 18, 201532 Comments

My entry for Friday Fictioneers, September 18, 2015.

PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart

Thank you Rochelle for your time and efforts each week to keep our creativity sparked! And a special thanks to David Stewart for the featured photo offering.

Silent Sentries

Lowell knew the gate would be worth the challenge for the few extra dollars at the recyclers this week. He had seen it the last time he hit the alley looking for cans and other discards. He watched the house daily to note the occupants schedule and worked out when they were not home. Reveling in his own craftiness, he chuckled as he backed his truck to the gate, then set to work on the hinges. The gate loose he gave it a shove. It fell.

“Whoever heard of silent dogs?” He screamed, as they pinned him to the ground.

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Words: 100

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Forgotten

July 9, 2015July 13, 201512 Comments

My entry for Friday Fictioneers, July 10, 2015, is quite tardy this time! Usually I am early… Ah well, next time, eh?

Thank you Rochelle for your time and efforts each week to keep our creativity sparked!

PHOTO PROMPT © Stephen Baum

Forgotten

~Sunrise~

Julia never hesitated when the call went out for new volunteers. She grabbed her gear and headed up. The light was intense. She walked a bit, let her eyes adjust, then walked a bit further. It was a painful process.

~Midday~

The volunteers gathered to discuss their findings and what they knew of the surface history. All records indicated their elders ruined it. Their summation? They would likely do it again.

They voted unanimously not to return.

~Evening~

Speculation that night was that they’d been incinerated, poisoned or eaten. They would never know for sure.

The elders voted to reseal the tunnel.

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Words: 103

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An Irrational Childhood Fear

June 17, 2015June 17, 201547 Comments

After another long hiatus I return with a flash fiction offering for Friday Fictioneers! Thanks, as always, goes out to Rochelle at Addicted to purple!

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An Irrational Childhood Fear

Returning as an adult for the reading of grandmother’s will, Madeline recalled when Grandmother had ordered the heavy bronze chandeliers. She hated them at once, and had always imagined that they would lower themselves down, clamp onto her head, and suck her brains out. She’d always given them a wide berth.
Musing about her silly childish fear of the lights, Madeline now found them quite lovely. It was then that Charley, her six-foot-five cousin, twice removed, walked under the chandelier.
She watched in horror as his hair grazed the central rosebud. The chandelier dropped, clamping tightly onto his skull.