Circular Vacationing

Copyright John Dixon

George where are you? I hear you — but I can’t see you.

I’m by the crooked tree!

Which one?

The one shaped like an S.

But they’re all shaped like an S.

I’m by the one that has a curlicue branch growing out of it.

But they all have curlicue branches growing out of them.

It’s wizened!

Oh wizened. That’s helpful, George.

Hey! You’re the one who insisted on vacationing at Macramé World, Marge!  Marge?  Marge?

I’m over here, George!


By the crooked tree!

Which one?

The one that’s shaped like an S.

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If you would like to participate in Friday Fictioneers, go to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple, write a 100-word story inspired by this week’s picture and  link up.  It’s fun!  It’s refreshing! You’ll like it! 

Until next time . . . I love you


Friday Fictioneers: Babette Bladderini Gets a Better Part

Guess what Dear Readers?  I was running in the house yesterday and somebody left a calendar on the floor and I tripped over Tuesday and landed flat on my Wednesday.  Luckily, I was able to hobble to my keyboard and cobble together a 100-word story for this week’s Friday Fictioneers.

Björn Rudberg provided the picture this week.  He’s a really wonderful writer and you can magically materialize over at his blog and check out all his great stuff here   → Yes! I want to magically materialize over at Bjorn’s Blog!

Little Village
Copyright – Björn Rudberg

Babette Bladderini Gets a Better Part

The day Babette Bladderini was killed in a landslide was a strange blessing. Babette was born between bullets exchanged by the Bladderini clan and their mortal enemies, the Parcheesi’s.

While being born, a bullet grazed Babette’s head, leaving a permanent part in her hair a little too far to the left, and Babette’s fate was sealed.  She lived her entire existence never knowing a good hair day.

Then, a landslide.  The Parcheesi house slid over the top of Babette’s head, killing her instantly while simultaneously parting her hair right down the middle.

Oh that fate.  Always a day late and a dollar short.

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Until next time . . . I love you

If you would like to try your hand at  Friday Fictioneers, pop over to our Friday Fictioneers’ hostess’s blog at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple and Rochelle to get all the details.  And don’t worry, she won’t give you an apron and a big stack of dishes to wash.  (I think she finally got her dishwasher fixed).

Friday Fictioneers: Newberry’s Ambition

Welcome Dear Readers to this week’s Friday Fictioneer 100-word story, picture prompt.  I’m mighty glad to be participating this week, having had to sit out last week’s fun due to shoelacing difficulties.   As always, thank you to our hostess, Rochelle, at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple.

Copyright - Sean Fallon
Copyright – Sean Fallon

Newberry’s Ambition

Plastic men have ambitions too.  Newberry’s ambition was flight.

Newberry was originally meant to be an angel, but careless removal from his mold snapped off his wings.

So, when no one was looking, Newberry tried to achieve flight by flapping his arms.  One day his arms came unhinged, slipped to the floor through the dark-blue sleeves of his casual, button-down cardigan and collided with a pair of four-inch heels — launching the occupant therein airborn until she finally came to rest on the makeup counter two isles over.

Newberry had achieved flight!

Armless ergo handless, Newberry gave himself a mental thumbs up.

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Until next time . . . I love you

Friday Fictioneers: Harvey and Delores Buy a New Rowboat

Welcome Dear Readers to Friday Fictioneers where participants write a 100-word story about the picture below, while at the same time going over Niagara Falls in a barrel with nothing but a laptop, a flashlight and a deep desire to be creative.

Here’s this week’s cool picture taken by Janet Webb over at her blog, This That and The Other Thing:

Copyright Janet Webb
Copyright Janet Webb

Harvey and Delores Buy a New Rowboat

“I just love Global Warming, Harvey!  I’ve lost ten pounds already on my all-fish diet!”

“You look great, Delores.  Love your shoes!”

“Thanks. I got them at Just Galoshes!”

“Oh no!  Delores!  Our new rowboat’s sprung a leak!”

“What? Where’d you get it? Oh don’t tell me!  Al Gore’s Rowboat Palace and Oar Emporium?”


“Please say you got a life-time warranty, Harvey.”


“A two-year, no-leak service plan?”


“A 30-day guarantee?”


“Did you get anything?”

“Just a pat on the back and two-week’s free Internet service.”

“That’s it?”

“And Al’s personal assurance.”

“Which was?”

“You’ll never Tipper!”

"Come buy my rowboats!"
“Come buy my rowboats!  Yeah!”

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Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields over at Addicted to Purple for faithfully hosting this super-fun challenge each and every week.

And if you haven’t tried your hand at Friday Fictioneers, Dear Readers, I highly recommend it  —  if you’re a bit squeamish about going over Niagara Falls in a barrel — I’m pretty sure that part’s optional. (But double-check with Rochelle, just to be on the save side, huh?)

Until next time . . . I love you

Friday Fictioneers: Trevor, Satan’s Admin Guy

Welcome Dear Readers to this week’s Friday Fictioneers’ 100-word story picture-prompt challenge!  Here’s this week’s picture prompt:

Copyright – E.A. Wicklund

Trevor, Satan’s Admin Guy

Come into my office, Trevor

Yes Mr. Satan.

Call me Beelzebub. 

Yes Mr. Satan.

What’s on today’s agenda?

Shoveling the good intentions off the road, sir.



I hear the Lord’s creating seagulls today. We need to sabotage that effort.  Ideas?

Annoying squawks, sir?

I like that!

They could love eating garbage, sir.

Sweet! What else?

They could pester the hell out of picnickers.

Perfect!  Take the afternoon off, Trevor!

Thank you!

And Trevor?


Pick up my blue dress from the cleaners on your way home, but keep it on the down low, huh?

Yes Mr. Satan.

If you want to join the Friday Fictioneers story-writing challenge fun, check out the details at  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog Addicted to Purple. where a wonderful group of supportive writers hang out.  Write a 100-word story about the picture she posts each week!  It’s a whole lot of fun and I highly recommend you give whirl!  

Until next time. . . I love you

Friday Fictioneers: On Day Down at the Cannery

Welcome Dear Readers!  Well it’s Wednesday again.  Unless I somehow went into a parallel universe just as I was making my bed this morning.  In which case, I’d like to give a shout out to the “you” in the parallel universe and wish  “you” a lovely HorsD’oeuvresday.

But whatever universe you’re in, it’s still time for Friday Fictioneers — which means it’s time to write a 100-word story about the picture below — furnished by our lovely Friday Fictioneer hostess Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at her blog,  Addicted to Purple.

Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


One Day Down at the Cannery

The day Irene got a microscope was the day Irene began to loath large and began, instead, to fall hopelessly in love with little.

Nothing escaped Irene’s microscope slide –wood shavings (she loved to whittle), vitamins (she was fit as a fiddle) and even Jello (she was hooked on its wiggle).

Irene often pretended her Cheerios were donuts, and that she was eating them with The Incredible Shrinking Man.

Then one day down at her job at the cannery, she saw him!  Mr. Jolligreen Gyant!  And just like that, Irene began to loath little and began, instead, to fall hopelessly in love with large.

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Until next time . . . I love you

100-Word Friday Fictioneers’ Challenge: Midlife Crisis

Hello Dear Readers.  What do you want to do today?  Maybe you feel like writing a 100-word story explaining this:

"look I even put in this arrow
No not this arrow. The picture below it!
Friday Fictioneers Linda Vernon Humor
Copyright -John Nixon


Midlife Crisis

He was in the process of changing careers?

Yes, Officer, he couldn’t take the clowns anymore, or the cutbacks.


They stopped providing seltzer and Bozo uniforms.


I mean, have you seen the cost of clown shoes lately?  We’re still paying off his clown-school student loans for godsakes!

So he enrolled in–

Human cannon ball college, yes, that’s right, Officer.  It was his final examination.

What a pity!  But I didn’t realize there was a human cannon ball college in town.

There isn’t.  This was an online human cannon ball college.

Probably not a good idea.

In hindsight, no.

Word count:  Exactly. 100. Words. Yay!

This is the Friday Fictioneer Challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple.  To participate, all you have to do is look at the picture.  (You don’t have to look at the picture, but it’s easier when you do) and then write a story with a beginning, a middle and an end in 100 words or there abouts.  And link up over at Addicted to Purple.

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Until next time . . . I love you

100-Word Friday Fictioneers: The Honeymooners

Hello Dear Readers.  In keeping with the Creed of the Blogger:  Sometimes you just have to make stuff up writing-wise, it’s time for the Friday Fictioneer writing challenge where Writing-Guantlet Thrower-downer, Rochell Wisoff-Fields, provides a weekly picture prompt for which writers are challenged to write a 100-word story. Go here if you want to join in:  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Addicted to Purple Blog and you should because it’s a whole lot of fun!

Here’s This Week’s Picture Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers Linda Vernon Humor

Copyright Kent Boham

The Honeymooners

“Oh Roger! I can’t believe a week ago I didn’t even know you, and now we’re on our honeymoon.”

“Isn’t it wonderful, Juanita, my love?”

“But one tiny thing, Roger.”


“My name’s not Juanita.”

“What?  Oh.  Well, I knew that . . . uh . . . Margarita?”

“That’s a drink Roger.”

“Anna Maria?”

“My dog.”

“Ha ha!  I was just teasing you . . .Hen . . . Henrietta?”

“You have no idea do you, Roger?”


“It’s Matilda, Roger.”

“Matilda my love!  Let’s go check in.”

“Okay, and Roger?”


“I love you.”

“I love you too, Juanita.”

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Until next time . . . I love you