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Friday Fictioneers ~~ August 30, 2013

I’m early this week with FF’s I know. This week has been royally screwed since Monday so I figured why not screw with it some more. 🙂

I have no idea what the rest of this week is going to be like so figured since I have a little bit of time right now I would get my FF’s fix in early. I am NOT missing it for anything! Even if my eyes are watering and I’m sneezing my fool head off! Allergies, ugh go away all ready!!

Ok, I‘m done whining for now. On with the good stuff!

I want to thank our kind hostess Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for putting up with us once more. If you want to read more great flash fiction based on the same picture just click on Rochelle’s name. That will take you to her blog where you can read her great story first (she is the greatest writer of these little shorts!!). Then scroll down and click on the little blue critter where you will fly off and land on a whole host of other great writers! Read people, read!

THE CHALLENGE:

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

THE KEY:

Make every word count.

Below is this week’s picture and my attempt at writing something cohesive. I am always open to helpful criticisms so come on, don’t be afraid to say what you want. I don’t bite, much. 😉

Copyright – Dawn M. Miller
Copyright – Dawn M. Miller

Genre/paranormal (100 words)

Paddy leaned on his broom, pipe in mouth, as he watched the people bustle about.  Bending slightly he pushed the broom a few feet further down the way.

A gnarled finger pushed his newsy cap further back on his head as he looked around once more.

Yep, he thought,  I seen a lot of people come and go through this station through the years.  Love this station I do.

Paddy continued pushing his old broom. People went by him without seeing. Though some swore there was a chill in that part of the station.

Paddy’s form shimmered as a commuter rushed through him on his way to catch the train.

Yup, he’d been here a long time now.

(A newsy cap(or newsboy cap) was popular not only with newsboys of the early 20th century but also with lots of men during those times.  I added the link in case you want to read what it is and what it looks like.)