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As my parents drove away, I felt the lump in my throat. This is what I had wanted but it was still scary. I was on my own. What if I failed? I couldn’t go back home. What would I do? I looked at the ancient buildings that had been a sanctuary of learning for a hundred years. I would be walking the same halls as presidents had walked. Could I do this? The self-doubt grew inside of me.

I breathed in deeply then let it out slowly, releasing the doubts. No time for that. I had things to learn!


Word Count: 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Amy Reese

Had it been that long since her last visit? She hadn’t realized but things had not looked like this the last time she had visited In fact, it looked like no one had been there in many months. Lulu climbed the steps, dodging trash and overgrown plant roots. She scolded herself  for not having come before now. Why had she stopped coming in the first place? This was inexcusable and she scolded herself for not coming at every opportunity. This was her grandmother who had practically raised her and Lulu had treated her like this? Inexcusable!

Word Count: 100

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog hop hosted by Rochelle. Each week she posts a photo prompt with instructions to write a 100 word story related to/inspired by the photo. Hop over and check it out!

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Note: I know it’s not Friday but Rochelle posts the photo prompt on Wednesday to give people a chance to come up with a story. I’m posting this today because it’s 3:30 in the morning and I haven’t had a chance to write the post I was going to publish today. And I figured it would be good to have a break in the relatively “heavy” subject about which I’ve been posting.dale-rogerson

It started with a broken pipe; and ended with a broken marriage.

I waited for the plumber, hoping for a quick fix. It turned out that the plumber was not only very professional, he was kind, compassionate, and sensitive. I saw it in the way he interacted with the kids. There was more though; it was a feeling.  The way he spoke to me. The way he looked at me: understanding and knowing.

It was then that I realized what was lacking in my marriage; what I had settled for.

Then it was over.

A new start was in sight.

Word Count: 100

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Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog hop hosted by Rochelle. She posts a photo and invites her readers to write a complete story using exactly 100 words. No more. No less. It’s fun. It’s challenging. Give it a try!

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I was happy for her. I was also sad that she was leaving but I knew that she was headed for new things, new places, new people. A fresh start. How many times had I wished that I could get a new start, only to continue the same daily struggles? No, not her. Not my girl. I prayed she would never live a life like mine where she was my only happiness. She was headed for college; a bright future. I was sure of that. Even the heavens were smiling on her as she boarded that bus bound for Happiness!

Word Count: 100

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Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog hop hosted by Rochelle. She posts a photo prompt then challenges readers to write a 100 word story inspired by the prompt. It’s a fun challenge. Give it a try! Check here for the info then write your story and post it, link up and enjoy the other stories!

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© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Some vacation!  Others go south to warm, sunny places..They go back to school with pictures and post cards; souvenirs and stories of the places they visited. Suntans. Sunburns. They might even go back to school with new romantic interests. Others have adventures on their vacation.

Me? I went north. I get to sit in a motel, watch the rain, and wait for you to come see me.  That’s what I get on my vacation: minutes with you; a view of the parking lot; rain. It’s my fault. I’m the one that settled for the stolen moments, tucked away like this.

Word count: 100

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This is in response to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Each week she posts a photo prompt and challenges her readers to write a 100 word story.  It’s fun!  Give it a try!  Go here to get the rules and link your 100 word response.  

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