It is time once again for Friday Fictioneers. That’s the place where 100 authors share 100 words to tell 100 stories from 1 photograph shared by Rochelle our hostess.

Take a peek at all the stories Rochelle’s contributors have shared from the photo below by clicking the underlined link above.

Here is my story:

Copyright: Jean L. Hays

Looking Into the Sun

by JE Lillie

I smiled. The movement was as unfamiliar to me, as slow dancing in the rain. Now I had done both of those things.

I ran nervous fingers through my sopping hair and looked at her, the inspiration for smiling and dancing. I sipped my coffee and wondered how it had grown to this.

“You’re quiet.” She said.

She twisted water out of her own curly locks into a hand towel she had hidden in her purse.

It made me question, did she dance in the rain often?

She smiled at me and I no longer cared. It was like looking into the sun.

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers the place where more than hundred authors come to share less than a hundred words regarding a photo posted by our hostess Rochelle. Check out all the stories HERE.

My own story is posted below the photo:

photo by Luther Siler

My Father’s Secret

by JE Lillie

My father looked like any other man. He acted big like any other man. Drank beer, smoked and cussed like any other man.

He often said, “The day’ll come Buddy when you have to stand on your own. I won’t be around to save you.”

The invasion came. They called themselves them the Purrex. Humanoid cats.

They found my father. Sawed him in half with some laser sword. That was when he transformed into his true form, his bird form.

The stress of it all brought my own wings out. They carried me to the mountains. Now Purrex are hunting me!

Okay a little weird this week. Maybe I have been watching too much ScyFy.

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, the place where 100 authors gather to share 100 words apiece to describe a photo offered by our hostess Rochelle. My story is below the photo prompt but you can find 99+ other stories by going to Rochelle’s blog HERE

Photo by: Sandra Crook

The Waves Won’t Wait

by JE Lillie

Every day I scrabble up to the top of the cliff. I sit on the ledge and let my feet dangle over the waves crashing below. They are like the people in my life: Angry, noisy, promising a nasty end if I let them touch me.

I sit alone at the top of the world beyond their reach, sealed away by the emotional distance I have placed between us.

I wait until sunset then clamber down the slope. As I hit the beach I can hear my parents screaming at each other. I go home anyway. The waves won’t wait.

It is time for another episode of Friday Fictioneers. My 100 word story taken from the photo prompt is found below the photo. You can see how others interpreted the prompt by clicking on the underlined link above. Once you are at the Fridays Fictioneers site follow the little blue frog. 🙂

PHOTO BY: J Hardy Carroll

A Place To Play

By JE Lillie

Momma died in April. The whole village came out for the funeral. She was the Pastor’s wife after all.

The whispers started that day.

“Poor man. Left a widower at such a young age and with two daughters. How’s he going to raise them?”

Daddy did just fine. Some days he would pack up our tea set and bring us to the church with him.

While he worked on his sermon we were shuffled out to the graveyard alongside the church.

He would wink at us and say, “Go see if mommy wants to play tea party.”

She always did.

It’s time for another episode of Friday Fictioneers. Our hostess Rochelle is celebrating three years of fictioneering. To join in the celebration pop on over to her site by clicking HERE

Here is the weekly photo prompt and my story

Photo Prompt by Ron Pruitt

Leaving the Slow Lane

by JE Lillie

The bus had stopped just outside her bowling alley for years. Jessica had never minded. It seemed almost like free advertising. After all few things drew a crowd in Jefferson like the bus out-of-town.

Today was different though. She stood at the glass door and cursed the bus outside. She cursed the big man in the brown Stetson.

He was going to make his fortune, he said.

He was leaving her behind is what he meant.

He turned one last time to wave good-bye. He blew her a kiss. She caught it and nestled it to her heart. The tears fell and she turned away.