Friday Fictioneers

The Distance so Close

Even here, far away from their everyday life, he found the time and a place to make a call. Nothing important, in just a short while he won't remember who he talked to. His eagerness to stay connected with the world had turned into an addiction. Soon he would be back, and she would smile… Continue reading The Distance so Close

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The Perfect Surprise

Blindfolded, with kids laughing around her, she won't see it coming, they had made sure of it. "Now or never," the moment had come, it would change their family forever -there was no going back. Slowly she reached behind her, made sure nobody was watching. The last thing they needed was a witness. Finally, the… Continue reading The Perfect Surprise

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What it takes to be a big girl

30 minutes swimming in the deep end and a jump from the 3-meter diving board, that's all she had to do. Iris looked down on her bathing suit and touched the little white patch with her wet fingers. This one, THE FREISCHWIMMER (Free Swimmer,) had been easy, only 15 minutes of swimming and a small jump. But… Continue reading What it takes to be a big girl

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Lesson Learned

"If you think it can't get worse," Petula sighed with a heavy heart.  "Com' on, it's not that bad. Somehow we'll always make it work," Clark tried to cheer her up. "I don't want to be here," Petula sounded like a spoiled child. "I want to be in the next picture."  "It's not up to… Continue reading Lesson Learned

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Give and Take

The Jewish Sabbath is important to Stan, he spends all day at the temple. Fully armed, he stays in the back and watches out for the congregation. He had been hesitant at first. Had sworn he would never set foot in a church, ever since she left him at the altar, but things are different… Continue reading Give and Take

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The Ugly Picture

'Write an essay until the end of the day,' she had said with a smile and gave me the ugliest picture I had ever seen. My future depends on this story, lays in the hands of a teacher, who will either show mercy or let me fail. How can I dream if there is emptiness? How… Continue reading The Ugly Picture

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Masterpieces

It's late. The streets are empty and quiet, people are at home sleeping. Now it's time for me to get out. Freezing, I walk the streets in my old neighborhood. The corner store had been sold last week and I can't wait for the grand opening. Finally, there will be a gallery in my street… Continue reading Masterpieces