“What about this one, Grandpa?” Ten-year-old Mia pulled on Tom’s arm dragging him through the bakery section of the party emporium.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding,” he said exaggerating his frown. “I can feel myself becoming diabetic just looking at that awful thing.
“But you were a hippie a long time ago, right?” she giggled.
“Not exactly,” he mused. “Sure, I’m old, but I don’t remember eating anything like that.
Tom looked at her smiling face and lamented the world she was growing up in. Sure, the world of his childhood was far from perfect, but it had hope.
It’s Wednesday and time again to participate in this week’s edition of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers. The idea is to use the image above as the prompt for crafting a poem or short story no more than 100 words long. My word count is exactly 100.
That cake looks hideous. I noticed the background as well which changed how I wrote it a little. If I hadn’t been limited to 100 words, I’d have added “and good music,” but such is life (I was thinking of the Beatles and the Stones).
To read other stories based on the prompt or to add your own, visit inlinkz.
The “Ruins” science fiction anthology is coming soon:
Across the vast expanse of space and time lie the remnants of civilizations that reached for the stars—and vanished. Silent cities carved into asteroids. Derelict megastructures drifting between galaxies. Temples buried beneath the red sands of dead worlds.
This book contains 13 bold tales of humanity’s encounters with these cosmic ruins.
That’s how the narrative for the Kickstarter for “Ruins: A Space Opera Anthology” begins. The anthology contains my short story “Sunrise.” The kickstarter is at well over 80 followers now and growing. Please consider contributing to this effort or even passing the information along.The ghostly anthology Haunted Waters edited by Jamie Ferguson is now available for purchase. It features my short story “The Wreck of the USS Hollander.”
Sixty years ago, the U.S. Navy attack submarine Hollander sank in the Atlantic under mysterious circumstances. Today, a group of pirates and weapons merchants are descending to nearly 10,000 feet to retrieve the submarine’s nuclear torpedoes. However, they find something terrible waiting for them, not only in the surrounding waters, but on board the derelict sub as well.


Chin up, Grandpa! There’s still good music if you look for it, and not all cakes are psychadelic!
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I’m just responding to the prompt, Jen. Also, I’ll die on the hill of good music being classic rock and roll. 😀
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Grandpa’s a sourpuss!
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Or he perceives the way he grew up to be more hopeful than the world kids are being raised in today.
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I hear what you’re saying. Maybe keep his perceptions to himself and be a more fun grandpa? (imho)
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Dear James,
When we grew up are always the good old days, aren’t they? I suspect my kids feel that way about the 80’s. I laughed at my eldest son when I started hearing The Cure and U2 on Muzak. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
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