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Friday Fictioneers – Feb 1, 2013 – “The Symbol” – Genre: Humorous

Friday Fictioneers

“The Symbol”

“Oh, look!” Shellie exclaimed.  She was back yard of LeFount’s.  She was marveling at the sculpture. “It even has a small heart drawn in marker showing the love!”  She nearly swooned.

Ted had to admit it looked good.  Two heads together, one at the back leaning longingly on the other.

LeFount walked out.  Shellie almost squealed.

“Jean, who are they?”

Jean, pondered, then spoke, “He’s an Inquisitor trying to get a non-Christian to repent by pushing him under concrete.”

“Bu..but, what about the symbol?”

“A drawing of an arm muscle to keep me focused.”

Shellie lost the marvelous French meal.

A Brief Look Back…

I am hoping this is not a huge mistake.  I try not to go back to the past much in my blog.  IE: covering the same material twice.  However, in this particular instance, I noticed that a lot of people are viewing my blog that weren’t back when I put my 4-part story into posts.  Now, that I have sold 4 stories and they are, most of them, to be out in print (or Kindle) very soon, I thought I would give my new-comers a chance to see how I write.  It’s just one day.  All four links are below.  Do me a favor:  if you are upset that I did this, please let me know.  Just as if you are pleased.  There are a lot of times when I am not certain how to proceed and I go from my gut.  Something said this was what I should do, so I am.  But you, dear bloggers and readers, you get final say.

My story in four parts:

https://kindredspirit23.wordpress.com/2012/12/01/a-story-in-three-parts-valley-of-a-doll/

https://kindredspirit23.wordpress.com/2012/12/03/3149/

https://kindredspirit23.wordpress.com/2012/12/05/3178/

https://kindredspirit23.wordpress.com/2012/12/06/doll-story-conclusion/

Namaste,

Scott

Friday Fictioneers – Walkway to Wonder – Genre: Sci-Fi

Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt for 1/25/2013:

“Walkway to Wonder”

January 22, 2013:  Jordan stepped onto the bridge and crept toward the halo marking the midpoint.  When there, he took off his snowy gloves to “touch” the halo.  No sensation.  Glove in hand, he made his decision and strode strongly into the colorful aperture.

As Jordan stepped out into paradise, his first thoughts embarrassed him.  He looked at the beautiful palm trees, the blue ocean, and the nearly cloudless sky and could not help but see the T-shirt he had bought once.  Stated on the front:

“Hate Oz.

Hate you, too.

Took the Shoes. Find your own way home.

Toto”

 

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Namaste,

Scott

PS: true T-shirt, but don’t know the makers to give credit to.

Friday Fictioneers – Uncle Waldo – genre: humorous

Friday Fictioneers –

Uncle Waldo

Sally packed most of the things pulled from the house.  Waldo, her uncle on her mother’s side, had passed on at 81 three days ago from a heart attack.  He had been the love and laugh of her life. Always the jokester; he had lived frugally.  She kept the Hanukkah menorah, the old dial phone, and a photograph of her beloved uncle.  The picture was for tomorrow’s service.  She didn’t feel right.  She looked hard, then picked up a bright red crayon and drew a beard and mustache on her uncle.

“There,” she thought as she smiled, “Now it’s right.”

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Namaste,

Scott

Love, Memory, and the Bottle

Tonight, I have a story for you – a true one.  I got permission to share the story if I didn’t use any of the real names or places, so I won’t.  But, since I don’t know the real names, I won’t use any.

This is the story of Hubby and Wifey.  Now,  they had been married a long time and were rather up in their years.  Hubby was beginning to suffer from Alzheimer.  Wifey liked to drink a bit.  In fact, they were at the point where Hubby would get lost a lot and Wifey had 4 bottles of wine a day.  So, see?  Just your usual suburban older couple.

One day, Wifey got a bit tired of Hubby and when he went out into the garage, she locked him in.  He had his coat on, so the cold wouldn’t bother him.  After that, she kind of forgot about him.  Hubby, on the other hand, did not like being locked in the garage.  So, he pushed the door opener.  The door was slightly broken, so it only went up about 2 feet.  This did not deter Hubby, who merely lay down and crawled rolled out of the garage without Wifey even knowing.

He then began walking.  Now, after a bit, he forgot where he was.  He decided to stop at a house.  Wifey, knowing her Hubby was so forgetful, had gone to all the neighbors and passed out her business card and explained about Hubby’s problem.  This neighbor was such a one.  The neighbor was nice and helped Hubby get back home.

In the meantime, the garage door had never been lowered.  This, eventually, set off the house alarm system and called the police.  When said neighbor returned with Hubby, there were 3 police cars parked in front of the house and Wifey was upset and hollering.

Isn’t it wonderful that boredom will never gain a foothold in this house?

I will also mention here that other time when Wifey put Hubby upstairs and then, apparently, drank enough to forget where he was.  She called the police and, while explaining to them about the situation, suddenly heard him and told the police to nevermind, he was upstairs.

Yes, I am looking so forward to getting older!

Namaste,

Scott

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