Hello and good Friday to you! Thanks for joining me for another Friday Fictioneers.
THE CHALLENGE:
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and an end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.
THE KEY:
Make every word count.
Thank you again for hosting goes out to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, she’s a great hostess.
I have to admit when I first saw the photo for this week I was stumped. I saw it on Wednesday and today I’m still stumped. I will give it a shot though as I do love a good challenge. All comments are welcome, except for downright rude ones. So please feel free to say what you feel. Other than that have fun!
Genre: General Fiction (100 words)
Hester McPherson pulled her proper green sweater closed as she stood at the crosswalk. Her proper dress and low heeled shoes were the proper attire to do errands.
She noticed the young woman, twirling and smiling wide. She grinned at Hester and exclaimed, “I got the part!”
Hester stared ahead ignoring the improper young lady.
A long-buried memory seeped inside Hester. Young Hester begging her parents to let her audition for a play. All she had dreamed was to be an actress.
“It isn’t proper!” Her parents told her.
“Congratulations my dear!”
Hester giggled improperly as she smiled at the lovely young lady.
The Last Chapter 
Just one – brilliant!
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thank you Frances. 🙂
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Wonderful that she wasn’t too “proper” to encourage the younger one who went after her dreams!
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I think deep inside she’s still the ‘improper’ younger version.
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Sweet. What a nice reminder that we all could use a little loosening up.
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Oh yeah, so true. Thanks for reading!
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I’m glad she remembered. Poor dear.
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I’m glad she remembered too and seems to embrace the memory. Thanks for reading!
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awww i’m also glad that she remembered. and that she was at least able to share that girl’s sweet triumph 🙂
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Thanks kz, I love happy endings. 🙂 Thanks for reading
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I’m afraid I’ve never been very proper. I enjoyed acting in high school. I probably would still enjoy it if there were any opportunities.
Dancing, on the other hand–well, not unless you’re looking for slapstick!
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I’ve always been too shy to try acting, and dancing, well only in my living room. Thanks for reading!
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Happy story but Hester is carrying a lot of baggage, poor thing. Very well told.
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Hopefully she will drop some of that baggage now. Thanks for reading!
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Dear Jackie,
Your story put me in mind of my aunt who abandoned her dream of becoming an actress because my grandfather thought it improper. Perhaps it’s not to late for Hester.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Ouch! That should be “too late” not “to late”
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I have found Rochelle, one is never too old for dreams, or following them. I think Hester will be ok.
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Dear Jackie,
Memory seepage? With the exception of this (for me) train of thought derailing description, this story was good. An old dog can teach herself new tricks. Uplifting.
Aloha,
Doug
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Dear Doug,
Have you never had a memory just kind of seep into your mind? That’s what I was trying for. Ah well, I tried. Thank you for reading.
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I like the emotional contrast you gave us between the two characters. Nice. Randy
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Thank you Randy.
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It’s funny how seeing dancers help us recall childhood dreams. I think it’s true. Nice piece, Jackie!
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Thank you Amy!
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Embrace the memory.
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Oh this was great… how she remembered and hopefully reconsidered what’s really proper…
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thank you so much! I actually have hope for her.
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Oh such a sweet sad story! You did it. You made a novel out of nothing with 100 words and an imagination. Good job!
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Thank you so much. 🙂
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Jackie -this is a proper story! I hope Hester manages to finally wrestle free of her parents idea of what’s proper and live her life that way she wants to live it.
Dee
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Thank you Dee! I’m thinking she will do just that.
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