Category Archives: 100 and Under

The Power of Adversity

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“Closet-Shower by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Success is to be measured not so much by the position that one has reached in life as by the obstacles which he has overcome.  —Booker T. Washington

“Hurry it up Lucy! I gotta goooo!”

“Almost done, Stuuuu-eeey,” Lucy snickered, delighting in the thought of him dancing outside the door, clutching his groin.

“Okay!” Stuart squealed. He knew she didn’t mean it. She never did. His only goal was to avoid further humiliation by restraining nature’s call until granted access to the privy. He didn’t always win. Eventually he figured out that he could avert the entire ordeal by rising 15 minutes earlier every morning.

Years later at a family gathering Stuart thanked his sister for inspiring his success.

“What? Whatever Stu-ey!” Lucy didn’t get it of course.

~kat

Another 100 words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneer’s Challenge prompted by her photo of a closet-shower above. This week I had two different stories pop into my head.


Displaced

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Field

She winced at the bruised reflection emerging, scored by the shrill squeal produced by the slow, circular motion of her wet hand on the mirror.

“I loathe you, you know.  You’re weak. You’re nothing!” She surrendered to the voices in her head, letting them to spill through her lips, hot tears burning her swollen cheeks.

No one believed her; not even the women. He was an esteemed community leader…board chair for the battered women’s shelter, a church deacon, little league coach.

She packed a few belongings and disappeared quietly; no note, no goodbyes. That is how nothing leaves a room.

~kat

100 words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneer’s Challenge prompted by her photo of a closet-shower above.


You Can Call Me Terry

“Geologists have a saying – rocks remember.” ~Neil Armstrong

Photo by © CEAyr

“Hello there.”

“What?! Who said that? Who’s there?!”

“I’m down here.”

“But, you’re a rock!”

“That’s right! My name is Terrance A. Cotta, the 1003rd, but you can call me Terry…get it? Sheesh! Humans are so dense!”

“I’m going crazy!”

“Oh, get over yourself! You and I are made of the same stuff you know. You’re just mucilaginous. I was once a mountain. I soared so high I danced with the clouds.”

“Mucilaginous? What’s that mean? Never mind. I’m outa here!”

“Oh well, off you go then. But I could tell you things, if you’d listen. I could tell you things…”

~kat

100 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Story Challenge prompted by the photo above by CEAyr.


In Lieu of Flowers

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

“Why did I even bother stating “No flowers” in the obituary!”

“Flowers are pretty. And Red Ginger and Birds of Paradise were Nana’s favorites. I think it’s nice of people to remember her this way. What’s your issue with flowers!”

“Well first of all, they’re a waste of money. We were very clear. We said, “in lieu of flowers, please make a donation to Sunset Hospice. Why can’t people respect our wishes?!”

“I’m sorry. Why are you so upset?”

“Cut flowers die. I can’t bear to watch them fade, like Nana did. Take them somewhere…please!”

“So sorry. I get it.”

~kat

100 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Challenge based on the photo above by Dale Rogerson.


The Phone

photo by J. Hardy Carroll


Several times a day the old phone in the back corridor of the shopping mall rang, exactly 10 times. There were offices along the hallway; the back entrances to several shops, public restrooms, and an elevator. Once I saw someone crouched on the floor next to the booth, listening intently, the receiver pressed tightly to their ear. I laughed it off at the time as crazy. But I never stopped wondering about that old phone.

Then one day it rang and I raced over and lifted it to my ear.

“Hello?”

“Hi Kat!”

“Grandma?!” Grandma had died a year ago.

~kat
100 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers based on the photo above by J. Hardy Carroll.


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