The Spy Who Could Not Dance #Friday Fictioneers

The Spy Who Could Not Dance By Tracey Delaplain Sara, no longer sensible and bland, teetered towards the Pink Pussycat in her stiletto boots and leather miniskirt. Her spy instructor had assured her in his best mafioso voice that the mission would be, “A piece of cake sweetheart, just deliver the mouse”. Spotting her target…

Mr. Edwards and the Open Road, #Friday Fictioneers

Every time I think I can’t possibly find a story within the photo prompt, Mr. Edwards, my novel time traveler, nudges me and begs for another 100 words.  The poor man tries to squeeze every last thrill out of his 100 word life.  We should all do the same. Will he ever get the girl?…

Nom, Nom: Friday Frictioneers

Sensible shoes and a rather bland appearance made Sara the perfect courier. Strolling past the fence with forced yet stellar nonchalance, Sara pulled the letter out of her pocket discretely and smoothed the creases. She took a final whiff, the perfume had been her brilliant idea, and wedged it in the crack exactly as instructed….

A New Normal #FridayFictioneers

A New Normal “Dad wanted to be buried at sea?” you asked as we wrestled the mahogany canoe to the shore and waited for high tide to carry us out. I couldn’t find my voice, but nodded in reply. “Did he really carve this boat?”

A Novel Romance #FridayFictioneers

If you missed the story of Mr. Edwards and his stumble into a new century you can read about him here. For more entertaining flash fiction please follow the link to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, the weekly host of Friday Fictioneers. Genre: Novel Time Travel A Novel Romance by Tracey Delaplain Mr. Edwards, having recently jumped to…

Saving Happiness

Casey handed the death certificate to the vault matron in exchange for the safety deposit key. Baffled, her father was not the type of man to have secrets, she allowed a few tears and sorted through his memories: two sets of dog tags, an unused train ticket to Denver dated June 4, 1943, a tiny…

An Emptiness – Friday Fictioneers

An Emptiness Max lie awake, restless, the campfire crackling, sending sparks towards the clouded moon. He wondered about the new kid’s story, “Idiot, nearly got his self killed falling off a west bound.” Max gathered stories and every hobo had one, it always came down to gnawing hunger. Truth be told, an empty belly wasn’t…

Whiskey For My Men

PHOTO PROMPT © G.L. MacMillan Whiskey For My Men “Whiskey for my men, beer for my horses,” a sleeve against his mouth Max swallowed the fire and reached for his guitar. The usual camp noises were muffled: a rustling of bedrolls and saddles, the horses chewing on the day’s events, a soft bellow from a…

A Party for Annie

A Party for Annie “Annie wants a birthday party with balloons. Six year olds like pink cake and ballerinas,” Jill instructed, her voice trailing off in a drug induced slumber. Owen peered over the bed rail at his crumpled wife and he dialed his sister’s cell phone. Answering on the first ring Cheryl’s speech was…

Exit The Page – Friday Fictioneers

Mr. Edwards stumbled over a capital letter as he retreated. He had been written as a one-dimensional minor character and the dusty pages had tormented him for a century. A hasty decision, he exited exactly 100 words past his introduction.