Tag: childhood

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Switching Tactics

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“We almost there, Mom?” Teddy asked again.

“What do you think?”

“Maybe…if we’re about to enter a PORTAL that’ll drop us off in grandpa’s backyard!” Teddy pressed his nose against the window. “Look at those clouds! Bet you could hop across them, like stepping stones in a stream! ‘Course, that’d make us the METAL-PLATED fish, swimming around. Do you think there are little cars driving FISH around like submarines in the ocean!?!”

“Where’s your Switch?”

“Away.”

“You’ve got one more hour.” 

“Really?!?”

Mom sighed. “Let’s think of it as career training.”

“What for?”

“Your future as a game designer.”

As always, many thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers! Stop over and read a wonderful array of 100-word-fiction pieces based on this photo prompt!

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Making a Break

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Making a Break

Alissa always imitated the neighbor kids. She liked what they liked and played what they played.

When the tiny library appeared, they wandered over and she followed. Turning pages, Alissa felt like heaven had opened. They would come here every afternoon from here on out. How could they not?

But the next day the kids voted to play soccer. Soccer. For the first time in her life, Alissa was torn. She trudged after her friends, paused, peered backward, then made her decision.

“Hey, Alissa! Where ya goin’?”

Sprinting toward the library she shouted over her shoulder. “I’ve gotta read!” 

As always, many thanks for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers! Stop over and read a wonderful array of 100-word-fiction pieces based on this photo prompt!

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Across the Generations

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Across the Generations

“I WON’T sleep! Never. Not without DEAR Mr. Bear.” Penny dropped her flushed cheek against the rough quilt and wailed.

“We forgot to pack him, hun. You’ll have to manage.”

“I WANTED to go back. He’ll NEVER forgive me! Oh, Mr. BEAR.”

Mother’s lips danced and she quickly looked away. 

Grandma’s silhouette filled the doorway. “Like mother, like daughter.” 

“Hmmm.” Mother stood and poked her head into the closet. 

“Mr. Rabbit has sat here alone for 20 years, Pen.”

“Whoaaaaa. That’s forEVER.” She exhaled loudly. ”Okay. I’ll take him.”

“You’re a trooper.” Mother kissed Penny’s cheek. “You, too, Mr. Rabbit.”

To read more 100 word stories based on this photo prompt, hop over to Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.