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Not Love at First Sight

March 26, 2015

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers!  This week’s photo prompt inspired me to think about the admiration I have for so many musicians. There seems to be a universal reaction to music as the language of love, or at least the language of infatuation. Are you old enough to remember the crowds of screaming young girls at every Beatles concert?

In the world of opera, as well, there is no shortage of passionate tenors, powerful baritones and handsome basses. I remember my reaction to a shirtless Samuel Ramey as Mephistopheles. Oh. My. God.

As I looked at this week’s prompt, I wondered about the reverse situation. Do men fall in love (or fall in lust) with their favorite female opera divas? This is the subject of my 100-word story, below.

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields leads our international band of fictioneers by providing a photo prompt to inspire us each week. Writers from around the world post 100-word stories, based on the prompt. You can see them all here, and you can post your own story, too!

Many thanks to David Stewart for this week’s photo.

Photo Copyright: David Stewart

Photo Copyright: David Stewart

Not Love at First Sight

by Jan Brown

He was drawn immediately to her mezzo soprano voice. It was love at first hearing, not love at first sight. He pushed his way through the throng of admirers to introduce himself.

She was drawn immediately to his fawning adoration. To know that her voice stirred something in his heart—what an ego boost! He professed admiration, but hinted that it was love. She was deeply moved. For her, it was love at first conversation, not love at first sight.

But–was this really love?

Twenty-five years later, they were still married, she was still singing, he was still admiring.

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Star Trek Redux

March 19, 2015

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers!  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields leads our international band of fictioneers by providing a photo prompt to inspire us each week. Writers from around the world post 100-word stories, based on the prompt. You can see them all here, and you can post your own story, too!

Many thanks to Rachel Bjerke for this week’s photo.

Photo Copyright: Rachel Bjerke

Photo Copyright: Rachel Bjerke

Star Trek Redux

by Jan Brown

“Why are the days so long?” Jenna wondered aloud. She did not expect an answer. There was no one there.

She had freed the green Orion slave girls, only to be repaid with this—this mossy mess she once called home. She looked down at her limbs, covered, like the trees, with green slime.

If there were any justice, the newly liberated ladies of Orion would return and save Jenna from her soggy fate.

“Before I mildew!” she hollered to nobody.

But they had been corrupted by their beauty, by their hypnotic power over that pathetic human male, Captain Kirk.

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Author’s Note: The stories of Star Trek are peppered with references to green Orion slave girls. “Orion” is a rather vague description of the girls’ origin. It’s a constellation, not a planet. Perhaps the girls hail from multiple planets that orbit round Orion’s many stars.

Extra Nerdy Author’s Note: The beautiful ladies of Orion are not actually slaves; that’s a ruse. My protagonist in this story fell for it, and freed them. At least, Jenna thought she freed them. I doubt they were very pleased.

The “slave girls” emit powerful pheromones to manipulate the will of the “masters” to whom they are sold. In this way, they further the goals of the Orion trade syndicate, as well as their own greed. It’s what men have feared about women since recorded history began. Surely we must all be sirens and succubae, using feminine wiles to subjugate our men. Yeah, sure :-)

Thanks to screenwriter Roberto Orci, the green Orion Starfleet Cadet of the 2009 Star Trek movie was not the evil manipulator of previous Trek history.  However, according to her roommate, she did bring too many men back to the dorm room late at night, including a very young Cadet Kirk. No surprise there!!!

A Field of White

March 13, 2015

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers!  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields leads our international band of fictioneers by providing a photo prompt to inspire us each week. Writers from around the world post 100-word stories, based on the prompt. You can see them all here, and you can post your own story, too!

Many thanks to Sandra Crook for this week’s photo.

Photo Copyright: Sandra Crook

Photo Copyright: Sandra Crook

A Field of White

by Jan Brown

Michael woke to the sound of men’s voices out back. He looked out the window, only to watch in horror as his daughter’s frail form swung from the old cottonwood tree. He rushed to her, but she was already gone. He hefted her naked, bloody body from the noose and sent his son to fetch the undertaker.

After the funeral, Michael cut down the tree as it shed its soft white buds in the spring breeze. The field was as white as the Klansmen’s robes. But the blanket of cottonwood could not cover the precious blood that was spilled there.

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4th Blogversary

March 12, 2015

Today is my fourth blogversary.  Thank you, dear readers, for letting me know I am not merely talking to myself!

I am celebrating 417 faithful subscribers and other readers who have been gracious enough to read my 345 blog posts and provide 4,192 comments.  The blog has had 11,935 total views.

My heartfelt thanks to each and every one of you! May we enjoy another year of each other’s company :-)

Kip and Dredge Get Down with Science

March 5, 2015

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers!  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields leads our international band of fictioneers by providing a photo prompt to inspire us each week. Writers from around the world post 100-word stories, based on the prompt. You can see them all here, and you can post your own story, too!

Many thanks to Erin Leary for this week’s photo.

This week my favorite slackers, Kip and Dredge, found some back issues of Science and Discover magazines while dumpster diving. Fortunately, there are lots of cool pictures in these publications, which helped the guys get through all the science-y stuff.

Photo Copyright: Erin Leary

Photo Copyright: Erin Leary

 Kip and Dredge Get Down with Science

 by Jan Brown

“Hey, Dredge! It says here they found a mushroom on Mars!”

“Read the article, dumbass. It’s just a rock.”

“Well, this other article says they found meth on Mars!”

“I think you mean methane.”

“They say it could have come from Martian bugs.”

“What kinda bugs are on Mars? I thought it was all frozen.”

“I dunno, but they must be HUGE. Look at the size of the hole they made!”

“That’s a crater, dumbass. Anyway, it’s not living things that make methane. It’s their poop.”

“Where do bugs poop?”

“On Mars, apparently.”

 

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There has actually been a frivolous, but amusing, lawsuit filed against NASA for “covering up” the existence of the alleged mushroom. See the links below for more info about some of the Curiosity rover’s discoveries.

NASA Mystery Rock Lawsuit

Curiosity Detects Methane Spike

 

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TGIF

February 25, 2015

The first week on a new job can be so difficult–for you as well as your loved ones. Especially if they don’t love you back.

This is the theme of my story for Friday Fictioneers.  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields leads our rowdy band of fictioneers by providing a photo prompt to inspire us each week. Writers from around the world post 100-word stories, based on the prompt. You can see them all here, and you can post your own story, too!

Many thanks to Dawn Quyle Landau for this week’s photo.

Photo Copyright: Dawn Q. Landau

Photo Copyright: Dawn Q. Landau

TGIF

by Jan Brown

Monday:

Promotions were announced at the precinct. My husband, Jack, got his gold shield. I didn’t.

He always has to be one step ahead.

Tuesday:

A wasted evening listening to Jack bitch about his new job in Homicide.

Seriously?

Wednesday:

I dissolved my monthly supply of lithium into his coffee.

He forgot his thermos.

Thursday:

I bashed his brake line with a chunk of asphalt.

He didn’t take his car.

Friday:

I made breakfast for Jack and his new partner.

Delicious.

Saturday:

I reported him missing.

The next spring:

I hiked along the tracks, smiling as I passed their graves.

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When We Were Young

December 11, 2014

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers! We are a community of writers from around the world who post 100-word stories between Wednesday and Friday each week. The stories are all based on a photo prompt provided on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.  Please visit Rochelle’s blog for more information…and join us if you wish!

This week’s photo is by fellow writer Sandra Crook. Thank you, Sandra!

Sandra Crook river img_0818

Photo Copyright – Sandra Crook

When We Were Young

by Jan Brown

When we were 20, we met by the river. He was fishing; I was birdwatching and practically tripped over him. He said I was the finest thing he had caught all day.

When we were 30, we bought a raft and paddled our way through whitewater rapids and waterfalls.

When we were 40, we bought a canoe and glided through still waters. We lay on the side of the river, making love under the stars.

When I was 50, I drove back to the place we met, but the river was filled with trash.

I could not scatter his ashes there.

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If you missed my blog post on the Pacific “trash vortex,” (and you probably DID miss it!) you can read it here.

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