Category Archives: 100 and Under

April 12, 2017

Cold Pizza

By Kat Myrman

PHOTO PROMPT © DALE ROGERSON

The boom of a trash truck outside startled her. Her head was spinning.

“Where am I?” she gasped, fumbling for her clothes. As she dressed the sound of someone showering hummed from the next room. 

“Why don’t I remember. Was I drugged?” she mumbled.

She grabbed her things and tiptoed past the bathroom; the front door in sight at the end of the hall, when she heard the water stop.

“You’re up! Where are you going so early?” his unfamiliar voice rasped from behind.

“Work. I have to go to work,” she whimpered not turning. The door was padlocked.

-kat – 12 April 2017
(99 Words)

For Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers challenge based on this photo prompt by © Dale Rogerson

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April 6, 2017

What Matters

By Kat Myrman

photo prompt by © Jellico’s Stationhouse

“What about that old bike?” the auctioneer asked. “Whippets draw a nice price. Collectors always looking for…”

“No,” Abby cut him off, “not the bike. Everything but the bike,” she turned away, tears burning down her cheeks.

“Whatever you say,” he retorted, “just trying to…”

“The rest goes,” Abby repeated. Mom’s china, the silver, Grandma’s Waterford stemware, Daddy’s ivory straight razors, century old heirlooms and the family homeplace; all would soon be cashed in to pay the medical bills.

Grandpa taught her to ride on that bike. His bike. She would ride again. “No, not the bike, Grandpa” she whispered.

kat – 6 April 2017
(100 Words)

For Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers based on this photo prompt by  © Jellico’s Stationhouse

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March 30, 2017

No place like…

By Kat Myrman

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria


I grew up on an island. My family’s business was fish.

All us kids had jobs. Mine was collecting fish guts, tails, heads in a bucket; bait for the next day’s catch.

I hated it; the salty air, the fishy smells and slimy ooze.

When I graduated from college I landed my dream job and settled in the city, as far away as possible from the coast.

My company recently transferred me to its new office. “You’ll love the view,” they said.

Funny! Ended up where I started but with a bird-eye view. Have to admit, I do love it.

kat – 30 March 2017

For Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers challenge based on this photo by Fatima Fakier Deria.

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March 23, 2017

once

By Kat Myrman
gateway-jhardy

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Once upon a time, my halls sang with laughter. My kitchen hummed, percolated and crackled, steamy and aromatic; hints of cinnamon, coffee, fresh bread and bacon.

Tea was served every afternoon in my parlor. Gossip dripped like venom from the rouged lips of fine ladies in flowery frocks, their white-gloved pinkies lifted properly as they sipped from china cups. My study still smells of sweet, fine cigars from nights when distinguished gentleman gathered after dinner to discuss the politics of the day.

These days people do their living outside my iron gates; sleeping with me, then leaving.

~kat – 23 March 2017
(97 Words)

For Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge based on the photo above by J. Hardy Carroll.

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March 15, 2017

Mr. Big

By Kat Myrman

PHOTO PROMPT © JENNIFER PENDERGAST


“Don’t get too close to that thing Ethan. Come back over here. He’s gonna be here soon.”

He was late. He was always late. Just this once, not for her but for Ethan, she had hoped he would come through. Ethan was getting older and needed to know his dad. 

After an hour she shrugged, “C’mon buddy, doesn’t look like he’s coming.”

“That’s okay mommy,” Ethan grabbed her hand sensing her disappointment. “He’s prob’ly busy saving somebody or something.”

She smiled, “You’re probably right Ethan.”

“It’s better this way,” she thought, “absent fathers are always bigger than life.”

~kat ~ 15 March 2017
(98 words)

For Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Challenge based on this photo by Jennifer Pendergast.

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