Day 8 – Nanopoblano – The Boy
I’m a behind in my postings, but never you mind. Here is Day 8. Enjoy!
“Anyone else happening upon the scene might have noticed an unusually composed eight-year-old boy,” Sheriff Darnell said. “But when Doc Hammond found the boy, he immediately knew something was wrong. The boy, we don’t know his name yet or where he came from – the boy,” Sheriff Darnell continued, “was in a state of shock. Catatonic.”
“Sheriff can you tell us what happened?” one reporter yelled out.
“The only thing I can say is that we don’t know what happened. We don’t know if anything happened. We don’t have a crime scene. We only have a little boy who was found by the lake and is non-verbal.
“Where’s he from?
“Your guess is as good as mine,” Sheriff Darnell paused. “We’re going to need y’alls help. Humph. Usually I’m trying to get y’all to keep quiet, but this time I’m asking y’all to put this out there. Radio. TV. Newspapers. Read More…
Day 1 : NanoPoblano
Here’s my first post for NanoPoblano 2018. If you didn’t see the announcement post, here is how I plan to approach National Blog Posting Month.
The plan: Each day I will post a short story (maximum 300 words), which will begin with a sentence from the current book I’m reading.
The part in bold is my starter prompt, which is from The Poppy War by R. F. Kuang pg 524.
Please enjoy and let me know what you think.
“The Hexagrams can’t foresee the future,” Kim kept saying to herself as she walked along the long corridor. The floor moaned under her step. She chose each step with care because one misstep could mean certain death. It was a labyrinth of corridors and doors. Some leading nowhere and other leading to more corridors and doors.
Her brother, Joe made her memorize a map of the maze Read More…
Day 12: [J]ailer
Jeremy never liked his job, but it was what was expected. He went into the office – his father’s office – day after day and read off test results and delivered bad news to those unsuspecting victims. ‘Hi Mr. or Mrs. so-n-so, I have your results.’ He’d flip through two or three pages of the chart before looking or rather looking through Mr. or Mrs. so-n-so.
Then he would say in his calm, soothing, monotone voice, ‘I’m sorry, but. . .’ He never quite understood why he used ‘but’ instead of ‘however’. However was just as good he thought. Or better yet why not start with the positive diagnosis. Probably because there rarely was a positive.
How do you put a positive on telling someone
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Friday Fictioneers – “That Old Roadster”
This weeks Friday Fictioneers story is inspired by the photo below. I love antique cars and this photo had me with a rare case of inspiration overload. Don’t forget to stop by and read the other Friday Fictioneers posts.

PHOTO PROMPT – © Al Forbes
Billy and the rest of the caravan pulled into the lane and came to a stop on the gravel road.
“I don’t know dad. Read More…