Small Town Vibes . #fridayfictioneers


“So, if the place is decrepit and unsafe, why does Henry still live here?”

“He runs the fuel station beside it.  Sells bait out of this window and sorta stopped keeping the place up when his wife died.”

Bingham squinted.  Too bad Jones would be retiring soon.  Bingham still had a lot to learn.

Just then, Henry opened up his bait window.  “Oh, it’s you guys.”

“Mind if we come in?”  Jones gestured.

Bingham felt nervous. Suddenly, jazz music started playing upstairs.

“Gotta go.”  Bingham slammed the window shut.

“His wife loves jazz.”

“His deceased wife?”


“Loved jazz?”


~100 words

“Small Town Vibes,” (c) Pamela Schloesser Canepa, 2018

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Flawed Magic Men. #FFfAW #amwriting

Flawed Magic Men, (c) 2018 by Pamela Schloesser Canepa

When I was little, if you told me Papa could catch the sunlight in his little hands, I’d believe it.

I believed it when he caught a firefly.  I’d never seen one before.  And then, he made the light disappear.  Years later, I figured out why he was tugging at his sleeve.

“All gone!”  He held up his hands.  Nothing.  I thought he was some kind of magician.

Truth be told, he really could make the light disappear.  He said something to make Grandma cry so bad one time.  It was like he sucked the light out of her soul.

Mom just said he had too much to drink.  When I looked at her questioningly, she answered, “Sick juice.”  Those were the words for the drink left on the coffee table that I shouldn’t touch.

Several times, it did make Papa really sick.  I’ll never touch the sick juice.  It seems even magic men have a flaw.  Sick juice was Papa’s Kryptonite.

~162 words

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Living a Loop. #FridayFictioneers #amwriting

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

“Living a Loop,” (c) 2018, Pamela Schloesser Canepa

Looking back, he remembered.  He was six, she was eight.  Of course, she’d be older.  They’d followed each other around, their families silently watching, neither approving nor disapproving.  Everyone needs a friend.

Later, when they met, she was a bracelet laden, long-haired young anthropology major who went by the name of Feather.  He was smitten.

He was also subsequently dumped.  Their relationship was a whirlwind just like the whirly-gig of their youth.

Years later, at 29, he couldn’t believe it was her in that hospital bed, gray-haired and tired.


“Don’t worry.  I’ll be back.”  She smiled.

~96 words

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Swindled. #FFfAW #amwriting

Photo credit, J.S. Brand

“Swindled.”  By Pamela Schloesser Canepa, (c) 2018

“I’m telling you, he’s got the ring!”  Kaitlynn’s face grew more flushed as she spoke.

“So that’s why you’ve plunged in after him!  Wait, the $500,000 ring from the Count?”

“Yes!  Why else would I be standing here soaked?”

“I hope Vende can’t see you.  He expects you to go back to the yacht, you know.”

Kaitlynn bristled.  “I have no intention.  I’d just hate to lose the product of all my hard work.”

“Yeah, your schmoozing,” Henry laughed, trying to hide his jealousy.  Not only had she been more successful this time, she’d practically given herself to this “Count.”  It seemed both of them may be going a little too far these days.

“Come ‘ere, you bugger!” Kaitlynn went in further, just as the bird flew off.  “Argg! He’s probably got the thing down his digestive tract now!  That arse!”

“Kaitlynn,” Henry breathed deeply.  “I think we should reconsider our goals.”

Wading back, Kaitlynn sighed, partly in agreement, and partly out of frustration.  “Yeah.  Okay.”

**165 words

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Monument. #amwriting #flashfiction


Monument.  (c) Pamela Schloesser Canepa, 2018

“And here, ladies and gents, is a monument to bygone transportation and musical devices.  It is simply called, ‘Round.’

Little Tommy gazed in awe, imagining a time when humans did not know how to use air currents to get them moving.  When the tour guide’s head was turned, he spun one of the wheels.  Sure enough, it moved around.  He blew on it to make it continue.

“Wrong,”  Grandpa whispered loudly.  “There were pedals on each side you’d move with your legs.  So you’d get exercise.  No atrophy problem.”

What’s that?  Tommy wondered, pushing the button on his hover-cart.

~99 words~

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Adapting. #amwriting #FlashfictionforAspiringWriters

Photo credit, @yarnspinnerr.  Thanks for the image prompt!

“Adapting”, (c) 2017, Pamela Schloesser Canepa

Katarina Jenkins sat the plate down.  She had eaten the meat and left what looked like bones.  She was still unsure what kind of meat it was.

Still, any food was a plus right now.  The ship carrying her mother, father, and her had been smashed against the rocks.  She arrived alone at this island full of purple people, wary, fearful, and starved, her parents carried away on the waves.

These people were nice enough to offer her food.  Now, they stared with eager eyes, and one of them pushed the plate back toward her.  Am I supposed to eat the bones too?  Who are these people?  Where is home?

Another, painted with war stripes like a leader or hero, pushed the plate away gently.  Thank God.

Instead, he offered a seashell full of  purple moosh, pointing at it, then motioning to spread it on her face.

Gladly, Katarina accepted.

*150 words

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Excess. Friday Fictioneers, #flashfiction



He’d spent years collecting these things and never used any of them.  Today he was going to make use of them in the best way possible.

Dwight gathered several of the clothes on the shelves and placed them in a bag for the shelter downtown.  Among them, the sweatshirt from his birthday, never worn.

The excess of his family was embarrassing.  This was a sort of rebellion; they’d either praise him for a newfound generosity or chide him for being reckless. Yet, this wasn’t reckless.

He grabbed the old clock.  Mr. Brewer next door would love tinkering with it.


*100 words*

P.S.- When I pondered the many objects here, my mind went to Chris McCandless,  subject of the movie and non-fiction book, Into the Wild

It is a true story of his longing to give up a privileged life of excess and of his travels from California to the Alaskan wilderness, living off of nature along the way.  There is no happy ending, as he went to such extremes. The book seemed to really dive into his psyche and speculate on why he went to such extremes.  We may never know, but this book really made me think.  It’s quite interesting that this photo prompt was offered around Black Friday!

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