The Snow versus The Photographer

The photographer knew he’d have to work fast. He’d have to get everything setup and test shots taken before the sun started warming the branch. And he had to do all the work in the cold, freezing his fingers.

3-spp-184-12-december-4th-2016Once the camera cools off it has to stay in the cold, bringing it into the warm studio fogs up the lens. So he filled a thermos with lots of hot coffee, donned his parka and a scarf to cover his mouth and nose – he didn’t want to breath on the equipment or the snow-covered branch.

Once he was all set a disaster started, a breeze started blowing. First the branch moved making the focus change. But he was able to get one test shot. Then the wind really came up. Only quick reflexes save the entire setup. He grabbed the tripod and camera before they dumped into the snow bank behind him. “Maybe tomorrow morning,” he thought, “the forecast is for a light dusting of snow, and no wind.”


One more entry for Sunday Photo Fiction – December 4th 2016 writing challenge

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Interrupted Dream

3-ff-12-2Glyde wasn’t sure what woke him from a dream of riding his Beemer along the Blue Ridge Parkway. He soon realized the sun was just about to appear over the distant hills. Trying to catch forty more winks he was soon roused by the sound of two Ring Neck Pheasants ruffling their feathers. He couldn’t get out of his sleeping-bag quick enough to see them. “Well someday I’ll see them,” he thought.

Since he was up, he put water on the stove to get coffee started, and started packing his tent – it had to fit into the Small trailer he towed behind his motorcycle. He could wait for breakfast at the Village Book And Table *, about half an hour away.

Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers – December 2, 2016 challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields . The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt

Thanks © Jan Wayne Fields for the photo

* Author’s Note:

The Village Book and Table really exists, in Fairfield, Pa. Some people just call it the Book & Table, but no matter what you call the establishment I have been known to drive 1-1/2 hours to get breakfast. It’s not large, with about half a dozen tables you may have to wait for one especially on weekends during the summer. I’ve eaten there for over 40 years, the staff changes but the good service with a smile has never changed.

Thinking of it is making me hungry, I just might head there sometime this week.

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Grey Smudge

Blue Paint, Check!
Masking Tape, Check!

And so Willie worked down his shopping list for the last job of the week. After this he would have a long, well-earned weekend. Later when he arrived at the office building he found soot and grime covering everything, not to mention what the local birds had left. This wouldn’t do. Masking tape would not stick to dirt, neither would paint stick on the mullions.

He climbed back into the truck, back to the shop for window cleaning stuff; hoses, squeezes and extra rags. Loaded, he returned to the job site and began the job of getting the window to something he’d work on.

Windows and mullions cleaned, he was able to attach the masking tape and begin painting. The first coat of blue paint went on quickly then the grabbed a quick-lunch, well just some sandwiches he had in the truck. When the first coat was dry Willie was able to get the second coat of paint fairly quickly, then waiting for it to dry he stepped back to admire his handy work. “Great, after this I will be able to get a few more jobs like it.” ran through his head.

3-spp-183-11-november-27th-2016After an hour he peeled the tape from the glass, and took a good look. “Darn it!” he yelled to himself. There was a dark smudge on the building, it stood out and was really noticeable. Nothing he’d done, just some water stain, but the building owner might notice it, so back to the shop for some touch-up, he wouldn’t charge for that, but it would make his job look so much better.

One more entry for Sunday Photo Fiction writing challenge – November 27th 2016

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A Daydream – almost


As the horseman rode his steed down the tree covered lane, Jayne opened the message he’d delivered, This was unexpected, but not really unwelcome. Robert proposed marriage. It was years in the making, their parents arranged first friendship then pushed then into romance.

Waking from the daydream Jane realized she must get on with either an acceptance or a graceful refusal. Accepting the offer of becoming the CEO of a small start-up would drastically change her life. First she’d have to move half way across the country, and give up close friendships, including one especially close that she had dreamed of marrying someday.

Here’s another entry in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers for Nobember 29, 2016 in 100 words.
Thanks The Storyteller’s Abode for this week’s photo.

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A Job Well Done

James was never seen again after setting off down the rutted, puddled road. He had some difficulty dodging around the puddles, but his truck made it. He turned right on to the road toward town, He thought of the two women stopping him every few minutes offering more iced tea and cookies.

Meanwhile Amy and Abigail, twin spinsters turned and admired the mansion. Seemingly in unison they turned and said “Wasn’t James a nice young man.” Then Abigail mused, “I wonder if he’ll still be in business in 50 years when we need the house repainted?” Amy replied, “We’d be close to 143 then.”


It’s Finish off Fridays (FoF) time again . “I provide the picture and the opening sentence, you write an additional 100 to 150 words to complete the story.”

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The Gatekeeper

6-11-25-ceayr-purple-doorIt was close to midnight when Jan and Rob finally cleaned the kitchen after Thanksgiving dinner with their kids and half a dozen grand-kids. They slumped over the small breakfast bar, then decided to get some sleep.

When Rob finally opened his eyes a bit he realized the sun was shining, he would be late. A hasty shower, then headed to the kitchen. He started the coffee maker and toasted a couple pieces of bread – butter and jelly will do.

When Ron reached the shop no one was waiting in line. Ron relaxed a bit then unlocked the chain.

Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields challenges writers, or wannabe writers to create a 100 word story based on a photo prompt each week.
Here’s another entry in Friday Fictioneers Nov 23, 2016
Thanks © CEayr for the photo above.

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