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Friday Fictioneers – Waiting

16 January, 2015

Following the fourteen-day Christmas coughsneezeache-a-thon, which coincided with my people’s annual Festival of Laziness, my return to the literary world last week was a poor effort. This week, however, I feel like I am back in the zone. Here is the prompt pic, full of potential and intrigue, which Rochelle unleashed on the planet:



and herewithbelow the reader will find my 100 words…


Michael stood by the window, watching, waiting, his hands fisted into his pockets to reduce their shaking. His parents were usually so punctual, but they were now ten minutes late and the courtyard gate had still not opened.

The best dinner service was laid out in preparation for the Sunday Roast he knew was his father’s favourite, the flat had been scrubbed from kitchen to bathroom in anticipation of his mother’s inspection. Everything was perfectly prepared, they would be sated and satisfied by the time he presented the dessert. And his news.

“Don’t worry,” Jeremy said, “everything will be fine.”


  1. A coming out party, perhaps? I think this may be just the beginning of the story. BTW, Festival of Laziness, I like that very much.

  2. Ah, Michael. Methinks his parents will never be satisfied, no matter how juicy the roast or spotless the loo. They wouldn’t have cared for a Jessica any more than Jeremy. You’ve revealed so much in so few words. Well done.

  3. I have a feeling a scrubbed apartment will raise their suspicion and the elephant will be running around the room before the roast is served.

  4. I hope they’ll be very happy, but probably without the blessing of the parents.

  5. Jeremy’s full of confidence – that’s a good sign. I hope he’s right. Nice description of his efforts to make everything perfect. Surprise ending that works well.

  6. Appears we both went for the dinner “surprise”. Well done.

  7. I am worried that things might not be all right, but sometimes parents can be surprising.


  8. Dear TRG, It’s his parents fault – how can they disown their own son – no matter what. Excellent story for the prompt. I hope they are just late from a flat tire or something like that. Good story! Nan 🙂

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