Ice Ain’t Nice

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, when writers from around the world post 100-word stories based on a photo prompt provided on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.  You can read other Friday Fictioneers’ work by clicking the link that appears below my story. Enjoy!

Ice Ain’t Nice (with apologies to Steve McQueen and Kevin Dillon)

by Jan Brown

It was a viscous combination of sleet and snow, and it was coming at us horizontally. Each icy fragment hit our unprotected faces with the force of a miniature missile. We ran as fast as the slippery street would allow, finally reaching safety inside the diner.

We couldn’t resist staring out the window as it was pelted with the same sideways slush. Then we realized that safety was just an illusion. With a deafening crack, the glass fractured and the slush quickly coated every available surface. The Blob was back, and this time it wasn’t afraid of the cold.

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Toys that Fly

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, when writers from around the world post 100-word stories based on a photo prompt provided on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.  This week’s photo is by Ted Strutz. You can read other Friday Fictioneers’ work by clicking the link that appears below my story. Enjoy!

Toys that Fly

by Jan Brown

Jason Cooper couldn’t wait to show his dad the tiny spaceship. He dragged him through the fairgrounds by the hand, but Dad was reluctant. He was a NASA scientist and had scowled at Jason’s claim that the spaceship was real.

They finally reached the vendor’s tent. The bright yellow banner said, “Toys that Fly.”  Jason selected a saucer that resembled a prop from a 1950’s sci-fi movie. At his touch, the domed top creaked open. A miniscule human popped out, looked at Jason’s dad and said, “Dr. Cooper! Have you finally found a way to restore us to normal size?”

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