Friday Fictioneers

My good blogging friend, Dale, has been participating in Friday Fictioneers as long as I’ve been following her. Every once in awhile, what she comes up with prompts me to write something and I do so in a comment on her blog. She encouraged me to do more than that with this week’s prompt. And actually share it.

So … here it is.  The prompt is this photo. (I wish I could figure out how to insert the photo directly into this post.)  The story has to be 100 words. Exactly.

Here’s what I came up with…

“It’s so beautiful,” she said before taking a sip of her Chardonnay. “Don’t you think?” Sam turned to me then, waiting for a response.

“Yeah, sure,” I mumbled, toying with the calamari that I wasn’t sure was real or was pig anus. The dipping sauce was good though.

I looked out at the fresh snow that was lightly laying another layer of white on the outside world, and turned back to the dining room. The waiters were beginning to light the candles at each table. Our server was approaching our table.

“Listen,” I started, “ummm … we need to talk. Now.”

About kingmidget

About the name. I was the youngest of four. Until I got to kindergarten, I didn't have much to say. All I had to do to get what I wanted was to point, and a sibling, or loving parent, would fulfill my request. As a result, my father coined the nickname -- King Midget. At least that's the way the story goes. I am a father, husband, friend, and lover, writer, runner, pizza maker, baker, and many other things. What I am not is my occupation. It is my job that pays the bills and provides for my family. But, it does not define me.
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33 Responses to Friday Fictioneers

  1. Dale says:

    So glad you decided to play, Mark!
    And what a fabulous “first” Friday Fictioneers story.
    I feel for Sam…

    • kingmidget says:

      As I struggle with my bigger writing projects, I want to participate in things like this to try to keep my imagination going, to keep up with the concept of story, and writing, and creating. So … thank you for continuing with sharing your efforts. They are inspirational for me … to keep plugging away at it.

      • Dale says:

        It’s great. Plus, with the 100-word limit, we are forced to trim the fat. And one day, I might actually write more fiction than stuff based on real-life 😉
        All jokes aside, there are times I actually do have an imagination. Just not quite as developed as I’d like.
        Glad you were inspired to play along.

      • kingmidget says:

        Several local writers have been pushing me join one or more of the writing groups they are in. A number of weeks ago, I joined one of them. It’s basically a “prompt” group. A prompt is provided. Everybody writes for 20-30 minutes and then shares what they do for supportive commentary. Because of the Great Isolation, they can’t meet in person, so the prompt is shared by email and then the result is emailed to everybody for commentary. I’m planning on posting on my writing blog some of the things I’ve done as a result of those prompts. Maybe soon. It’s helped me recognize that I can still put something together.

      • Dale says:

        That’s cool. Anything that gets those juices flowing, I say!

    • kingmidget says:

      Oh and yeah, Sam is not going to get good news.

  2. neilmacdon says:

    He’s going to dump her in the middle of a restaurant? The cad

  3. Dear Mark,

    It’s about time you stopped lurking and joined. 😉 Welcome! Welcome! I like the way the story just left the reader wondering what he’s going to say next? Is he going to tell her it’s over? Is he going to pop the question? Or something else? Oh wait, I see what you told Dale. In any event, nicely done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle.

  4. Iain Kelly says:

    Welcome to FF! I laughed at pig anus – it says everything the reader needs to know about the mood she is in and the news Sam is about to get!

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  6. granonine says:

    Uh-oh. Words of certain doom, “We need to talk.” Very well done, this opus for FF. I hope you’ll come back:)

  7. Yep, our narrator’s attitude tells me that things are about to go wrong for Sam. Quite a cliffhanger!

  8. msjadeli says:

    I liked your PSA on the calamari. Welcome to Friday Fictioneers!

  9. toying with the calamari that I wasn’t sure was real or was pig anus ~ this made me laugh! And, those words, “We need to talk, NOW,” never bode well. Thanks for joining our merry band!

  10. TamrahJo says:

    I think you’ve got the writing gene still going – I’d like to know what happens in the story AFTER 100 words – – LOL

  11. Trent Lewin says:

    Trent likee! Especially the pig anus. That was unexpected. How does one write anything in just 100 words? I won’t even dare to try such a trick.

    • kingmidget says:

      That is a true challenge, but the thing is … in my writing struggles, it has an appeal to me. Because there is no larger thing, no continuation. Just write something, brief, and get it over with. In some respects, it seems to be the only way I can do this these days.

      But … I have something I’m going to try to work on. We’ll see if I can break through.

      • Trent Lewin says:

        You can do it, I’m sure of it. Once you break through, I imagine it’ll be like a flood. A beautiful, big flood. Bring a canoe.

  12. Sandra says:

    About the calamari… I may not ever eat that again.

  13. Nan Falkner says:

    It doesn’t seem like it is going to be a nice leisurely evening meal. The setting is perfect. But, wait for it . . . wait for it ….!

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