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.”
So glad you decided to play, Mark!
And what a fabulous “first” Friday Fictioneers story.
I feel for Sam…
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.
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.
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.
That’s cool. Anything that gets those juices flowing, I say!
Oh and yeah, Sam is not going to get good news.
No, I fear not…
He’s going to dump her in the middle of a restaurant? The cad
Maybe. That’s the logical route for the story to take, but it’s always fun to go away from the logical route.
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.
I love the name “Kingmidget” and the way you got it. My email address is “runtshell”…a nickname given to me by someone even shorter than I. (And I’m just under 5 feet) 😉
It’s always good to hear the stories behind the nicknames.
Thank you. But now I’m wondering if something else needs to happen. Dumping her is the logical route. Maybe it’s something else???
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!
Thank you. Always good to hear that I drew a laugh from somebody.
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Uh-oh. Words of certain doom, “We need to talk.” Very well done, this opus for FF. I hope you’ll come back:)
I plan on it. Maybe not every week, but whenever the urge is there.
But first, I have to figure out the ending to this one.
Yep, our narrator’s attitude tells me that things are about to go wrong for Sam. Quite a cliffhanger!
I liked your PSA on the calamari. Welcome to Friday Fictioneers!
Thank you. Don’t know if it’s urban legend or real, but there is a rumor out there about calamari. 😉
🙂 You are welcome.
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!
Thank you. Happy to be a part of it.
I think you’ve got the writing gene still going – I’d like to know what happens in the story AFTER 100 words – – LOL
Gotta work on that. 😉
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.
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.
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.
About the calamari… I may not ever eat that again.
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 ….!
Now that everybody expects that, I’m going to have to switch things up. 😉