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What I Want for Christmas

December 25, 2015

Magi

What I Want for Christmas

the gift of love

and health

and time

and money

not necessarily in that order

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a chance to see peace

to see justice

to see the end of xenophobia

to see Donald Trump withdraw

which would, of course, be prerequisite to the above

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a fine bottle of wine

and friends to share it

a low carb Christmas dinner

a recliner to welcome my aching bones

Christmas jazz and family chats

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let me hear

angels singing of good will

let me witness

modern wise men–and women–acting on faith

let the world be filled with the hope He gifted us so long ago

and loving hearts to share it

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The Nativity scene.

The Nativity scene at the Grotto in Portland

Happy Ending?

December 17, 2015

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers! My story is a little different this week. No one gets assaulted or killed. No one commits suicide. No one is buried in the back yard under the magnolias. Hmmm…something must be wrong with me! Maybe next week I’ll be back on track ;-)

Here is the photo prompt from our fearless leader, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you’d like to participate in Friday Fictioneers, please visit her website for more information.

kitchen window rochelle

Photo Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Happy Ending?

by Jan Brown

Sarah knew it would be hard to leave her home of twenty years. She had been awarded the house in the divorce, and she considered herself lucky–at first.  But her heart was broken. She thought they’d write the story of their romance there. A story to last a lifetime. 

Now she saw their lives from a more realistic perspective. The nights alone wondering if he was really “working late.” The anger, the shouting. The questions from their kids. The broken dreams.

Her heart raced as the moving truck arrived. A tentative smile crept across her face. She was ready for the next chapter.

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The Funeral

November 11, 2015

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, where every story is a surprise.  We are a community of writers from around the world who post 100-word stories every week, based on a photo prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.  This week’s photo was provided by fellow writer, J. Hardy Carroll.

Photo Copyright: J. Hardy Carroll

Photo Copyright: J. Hardy Carroll

The Funeral

by Jan Brown

Annie stood looking over a sea of dark suits and black dresses. Someone at the podium was expressing high praise for the talents of their late colleague, a young IT analyst named Eric Barber. Too young to die.

She turned and saw a familiar figure. It was Henry, their corrupt former boss, and the cause of Eric’s death.

Annie stepped back, sneaking what looked like an e-cigarette from her purse. She blew hard through the hollow cylinder, and a tiny dart shot out.

Slowly, Annie walked out the front door. Two seconds later, Henry crumpled onto the floor.

Rest in peace, Henry. Or not.

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Kip and Dredge in Outer Space

November 5, 2015

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers!  We are a community of writers from around the world who post 100-word stories every week, based on a photo prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.  This week’s photo is graciously provided by the wife of fellow writer, Russell Gayer. Thank you, Connie!

Photo Copyright: Connie Gayer

Photo Copyright: Connie Gayer

Kip and Dredge in Outer Space

by Jan Brown

The landing module began its approach to Mars’ surface.

Kip pointed to the viewer, excited. “Look! The settlers are welcoming us. They painted a smiley face on the landing site.”

Dredge groaned in response. “Don’t be an idiot. That’s a cable. It feeds electricity to the underground city.“

“Then why is it above ground?”

“My guess would be erosion. Our settlements have had adverse effects on the planet’s surface.”

“If we’re living underground, who cares if we mess up the surface?”

“Look, moron, we colonized Mars to get away from the Earth’s poisonous atmosphere. We ruined Earth. Now we’re screwing up Mars, too!”

“One planet at a time….”

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Anniversary

October 15, 2015

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers!  We are a community of writers from around the world who post 100-word stories every week, based on a photo prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.

Photo Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Field

Photo Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Field

Anniversary

by Jan Brown

Driving through freezing rain and streaming tears, Jenna approached the site of last year’s crash.

This must be what it’s like to go insane.

She swerved sharply, plowing through the barrier and plummeting down a steep incline. Momentarily lifeless, she eventually rallied and climbed out of a shattered window.

The rain stopped. Shimmering sunlight blocked her vision. Jenna felt a warm hand wipe the tears from her cheek and looked up to see her husband’s smile. The small hand tugging on Jenna’s belonged to their daughter, no longer bloody and broken.

This must be what it’s like to come Home.

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The Day We Decided to Adopt

September 18, 2015

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers!  We are a community of writers from around the world who post 100-word stories every week, based on a photo prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog. This week’s photo was taken by David Stewart. Thank  you, David!

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The Day We Decided to Adopt

by Jan Brown

We were photographing abandoned houses that day. My husband’s campaign for alderman was based on a promise to “clean up” the drug infested areas, and abandoned buildings were magnets for crack and heroin addicts.

A sad little boy came out of a vandalized doorway. He was holding a small box.

In the box was a kitten, tiny and perfect. Even my husband’s vast reserves of political phoniness melted at the sight of its big green eyes and furry little body. “Let’s adopt him,” he said, heading for the car with kitten in tow.

“Me too?” said the sad little boy.

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Lost and Found

September 4, 2015

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers!  We are a community of writers from around the world who post 100-word stories every week, based on a photo prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.

Photo Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Photo Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Lost and Found

by Jan Brown

Bella was a hoarder of monumental proportions. It started with her son’s suicide, which she blamed on her husband, Bill. The boy couldn’t take his constant abuse. He hanged himself in the shower.

Bella was profoundly affected by the loss. She was terrified of losing anything else; nothing could be thrown out. Every object, no matter how insignificant, took on enormous value. Except her husband.

She lost Bill when her hoard finally reached the ceiling. She barely acknowledged the loss until years later when, to her horror and delight, she uncovered his mummified remains under a mound of decade-old newspapers.

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