Friday Fictioneer is where around 100 people write a 100 word story based on the same picture. It’s a wonderful way of honing your writing craft or just reading some great writers.
Rochelle is our fearless leader in this writing party. Thank you Rochelle! Click on Rochelle’s name and it will take you to her blog. That’s where you can read her amazing stories every week, or you can scroll down till you meet the blue critter, click on him and be taken to a land of many stories. Or even better join us!
Genre: Literary Fiction (100 words)
Julie looked inside her dad’s workshop and shook her head at the mess.
“Dad, I was after you for years to clean this place up! Now that you’re dead it’s up to me.”
As she looked around, still muttering sadly, her eyes fell on a plaque on a corner table. She stepped closer as she recognized the shells on it. Those were hers from when she was a kid! Her dad kept them all these years.
Julie picked up the plaque and saw written on the back in her Dad’s shaky handwriting.
‘To my daughter who always made an old man proud.’
The Last Chapter 
Lovely Jackie, what a great discovery to make.
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Thank you Michael. I think so too.
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Awww…that is SO sweet!
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Thanks Dawn!
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What a great find… worth all the work.
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Thanks. I think so too.
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*sniffles*
Very touching 🙂
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Awww thanks 🙂
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Indeed.. I have tears in my eye now… Love the transition from irritation to love.
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Thanks Bjorn. What a nice comment.
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That’s such a sweet story. It must be hard for people to clear up after a loved one is gone.
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I would think it is. Thanks for stopping in!
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Such a touching story, Jackie! Beautiful!!
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Thank you tiny! Have a great weekend my friend!
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Well now what a wonderful thing for a daughter to stumble upon! It’s like it was destiny. Great story, Jackie.
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Thank you Amy!
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Dear Jackie,
What a sweet story. Apparently her dad knew his time was short and left her a wonderful gift. I’m sure she felt much better about cleaning up the workshop after that.
On a teeny grammatical note…”now that your dead…” should be “now that you’re dead.” 😉
Aside from that, nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Ah how did I miss that! Thank you Rochelle! Glad you enjoyed it and I am off to correct that darn ‘your’. 🙂
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Very touching, Jackie.
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Thank you Sandra.
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I’m thinking you must be feeling better. Your writing has a softer edge in this piece. That sign and the saved treasures would turn around the most sour of children. I didn’t notice the grammar of it. It was just warm.
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A touching and eye filling with water story. Love it Jackie.
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My father, who is 93 years young tells me often now how proud he is of me. Warms the cockles as does your story.
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Aww that’s good. I like that. Thank you!
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Awww – this is beautiful, Jackie xxxx
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Thank you Dianne. xxx
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I really enjoyed this, Jackie.
I read a few of these, and it’s fascinating how different everyone’s interpretation of the same photo is.
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Samara! So nice to see you here. Thank you.
It is amazing how each writer puts their mark on the same picture. I never get tired of it.
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Sweet Jackie that is beautiful! Your talent amazes me. Hugs
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Thank you so much Mags! hugs!
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Ah, if only every adult could find a memento like this when a parent dies to receive that final approval. You are so talented with your stories.
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Thank you Lois. It would be nice.
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