Friday Fictioneers ~ Jan 18

Another Friday is here and so another Friday Fictioneers! It’s a fun challenge and well worth trying. It’s great practice to your writing. Give it a try! Go ahead. Click on the link and see what you can do! The people are great and helpful. No need for fear. It’s fun!

THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)

THE KEY:

Make every word count.

Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

 

Ethel watched her son draw with his Crayolas.  He looked just like his grandfather, a bit stern.

She picked up the ringing phone and heard the faint voice of her mother on the other end. She needed to come home. Father was dying.  The war made it hard so she hadn’t been home since her marriage. She had gas rations saved up, thank goodness.  She packed, bundled her son into the old Ford and hoped she got home in time.

She loved him. She felt the tears fill her eyes. She glanced back at her sleeping son. He looked just like his grandfather.

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44 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers ~ Jan 18

  1. JACKIE PPPPPPP!
    I love the old school name Ethel for this piece. The name fits the time period. A sweet and sad story all wrapped into one. Good work! I could see them in the car driving down the road and the mother looking back at her son.
    Tom

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    1. JackieP

      TOM!!!

      thanks for reading! I was hoping the name fit the piece. It was a hard one for me this week for some reason. Glad you liked it.

      Jackie

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  2. i love how you mixed the emotions and drew us first to a family memory from long ago, to sadness then wrapped us in a mother’s love for her child. ❤ glad i'm bundled up in my snuggie blanket–goes perfect while reading your story. 😉

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  3. Dear Jackie,
    ( I won’t scream your name)
    I’ll echo others in saying your story was moving. Also the subtle mention of her gas rationing card put me right there in the 1940’s. Well done.
    shalom,
    Rochelle

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  4. The family resemblance between the young and the old is such a nice touch–always amazing when you see your older relatives live on in the physical and mental attributes of a younger generation. Nice story, Jackie.

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