Friday Fictioneers: Free

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who provides us with a photo prompt. Each week’s challenge is to write a 100-word story inspired by the photo. Click here to play along or just read more stories.

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot


The highchair was the last thing to join the pile. It was next to the car seat, the crib, the diaper caddy, and playpen. Marie taped the tear-stained “Free” sign on the highchair.

Inside, Marie sat in the former nursery and sobbed.

Rodney ascended the stairs. “I got the last of the… Oh, baby.”

“Everything’s out there now.”

“I would have done it.”

“I just needed it out. I can’t look at it anymore.”

“It’s gonna sit out there. Nobody’s gonna take it.”

“I know. Maybe the garbage man will.”

“We can try again.”

“They’ll just take that one, too.”

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    1. Oh, Dale. I’m sorry. My mom had a miscarriage. I’m doing much better now, though. I know it’s not a laughing matter. Jokes are how I deal with everything. I was reminded a few times growing up that I almost had an older sister.

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      1. Haha! You card
        My boys know there was a boy before them and they wish they had met him but I don’t go on and on about him. Life and its challenges …
        And humour works for me!

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  1. This could be “the state” removing an infant from a neglect/abuse situation in the present or it could be aliens or other fascist agents that take all children in the future. Scary and sad at the same time. This week’s furbaby pic looks like a picnic for them?

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    1. I thought of a lot of scenarios including those last two. Neglect/abuse didn’t occur to me, but it could have been a good way to go. It wouldn’t make them sympathetic though. I wasn’t sure where I wanted to go. I decided to leave it ambiguous. Saved by the word limit.

      That pic was a few days ago. We got brief reprieve from the smoke. I’m in Reno just across the California border. That smoke rolls in like fog. We’re in the mountains, so we’re right in it. It’s been a month. Reprieves have been few. The wind was right to give us a day we could actually go outside, which meant walk for the dogs. They were so excited. “We should do this more often.”

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    1. I thought up a few scenarios for who “they” are but ran out of words before I had to decide. Saved by the word count.

      Don’t be sorry. I appreciate you pointing out my typo. I want to know about and fix all my fixable flaws.

      Thank you, Sascha.

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