For Random Learning Comes: Essays Fiction and Poetry by Andrea LeDew
For Random Learning Comes
For Random Learning Comes: Essays Fiction and Poetry by Andrea LeDew
The room was full of reproaches. Sandra slung a bag over her shoulder and slipped on flip-flops. The screen door banged behind her. She’d only be a minute. The long wooden boardwalk begged her to go barefoot. Her feet shuffled, slippery with grit, making the sound of soft admiring whispers. Dune sunflowers smiled on either …
{This in response to a prompt photo from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ group Friday Fictioneers. The task is to write a 100-word piece, inspired by the photo. Thanks Rochelle and everyone who participates!} They hadn’t asked Jeremy’s opinion. “Halloween?” popular Eloise had suggested. Quick as wildfire, the theme caught on. Even Jeremy had a job. Entering the …
They huddled around the prosthesis, the uniforms and their rumpled Chief. He sipped java. The plaza warmed. Black shoe. White sock. Leather socket. Abandoned. “Maybe someone forgot it?” Amos yawned, scratching what passed for stubble. “Unlikely.” The Chief hiked his jeans back up, against his protruding belly. No time for protocol this morning—or a …
{This is my response to a prompt from Friday Fictioneers for a 100-word piece. Thank you, Rochelle and all the wonderful people who participate in this writing exercise!} In the foyer, the owner small-talked and flipped pencils. He waxed persuasive on instruments and auto-pay. The captive parents’ backs dripped against the glaring glass. The strip …
“The Venice o’ the South,” Augustine muttered, shaking his head. “Jesus.” “People have to eat in this town. People forget that. ” He shifted some cartons to grab his barge pole. His baby was brimming today. Beady eyes peered down from a tie-off on the tight-squeeze canal. “You ain’t gettin’ nothin’ today!” he roared. The seagull …
{This is Version Two of the same Friday Fictioneers photo prompt 100 word story. Sorry to take two bites at the apple, but I couldn’t resist. This idea I stole from my dear husband.} He flipped through the thick book, slowly stroking his beard, and then looked up. “I think that’s it,” he proclaimed, …
{This is a 100 word response to a photo prompt challenge for Friday Fictioneers from Rochelle Wisoff Field’s website. Thanks for the idea!} Mary awoke and tied her kerchief firmly. No stray hairs. Next, her apron. Strawberries on red-checkered cloth. Rosy cheeks and a watering can. Most days it cheered her. But canning day was …
As if my wheelchair hadn’t done so already, my age made me invisible. Any exhibition here would have drawn a crowd of rich, idle socialites, eager to see and be seen. But with such a godless cause to sweep them in, they thronged. Arch upon arch, dome upon dome. The place burst with vainglory. All …
