100 word story · Friday Fictioneers

Dinner To Go

Here is my story, based on the photo below, for Rochelle’s  Friday Fictioneers


photo by Sandra Crook

Dinner To Go

English is not my mother’s native language. She takes everything literally. When my dad tells her to ‘shake a leg’, she always asks which one.
My sister rushes into the kitchen. “That new restaurant has a drive-through window!”
A big deal for our little town.
When Mama announces she is going out to get dinner, none of us even looked up. Mama goes to the market every day.
About ten minutes later the phone rings. Papa answers and the the look on his face means trouble.
“Mama has driven the car through the window of the new restaurant”

Children’s Story

Shadowy Try-outs

Shadowy Try-outs


Phil W. Goundhog’s shadow flew off to Florida for the winter. It was tired of shivering through the cold, snowy winters in Pennsylvania. Phil had a nice furry coat to wear on February 2nd, but there are no coats to fit a shadow.
Last week Phil got a picture of his shadow on a towel, next to a swimming pool. Yesterday his shadow sent a selfie, stretched out under a palm tree.
Phil has to have a shadow for Groundhog Day. He can’t make his prediction for Spring without a shadow. He sends out a text to all his friends, “need a shadow for a gig on Feb. 2 – tryouts at my place tomorrow”.
Before he went to bed, Phil set up a big spotlight to shine on the wall of his burrow – perfect for casting shadows.
The next morning, when Phil opens his front door, he sees a long line of neighborhood pals waiting for a chance to be his Groundhog Day shadow.
First in line is Skunk. His tail is too fluffy.
Next is Mouse. She is just a bit too small.
Porcupine’s shadow is too jaggedy.
Bear’s is much too big.
Otter’s shadow keeps wiggling around.
Deer’s legs are too long and rabbit’s ears are too floppy.
At the end of the day, Phil still has no shadow.
He puts on his pajamas and turns out the lights.
“Maybe I’ll find a new shadow tomorrow”
Just as he is climbing under the covers, Phil hears a knock at his door.
He shuffles over and turns on the porch light before peaking out the window.
Standing on the doorstep is his shadow!
“I got your text.”
Phil opens the door and gives his shadow a big warm hug. This shadow friend is the perfect fit.



100 word story · Friday Fictioneers

Someday Famous

It’s Friday already! Here’s my story for Friday Fictioneers


photo credit – Fred Strutz


Someday Famous

Frank’s wife tells him to pack up all his junk and get out.

“Don’t come back!” Her words hit him hard, as if she was throwing rocks.

“I love you.” Frank whispers his words in her direction. She has already disappeared inside.

He slumps into his van and drives to the storage locker he rents. His wife doesn’t know about the things he stashes there.

“This is art. Someday I’ll be famous. That’ll show her.”

After Frank’s funeral, his wife discovers the storage locker, filled with fantastical metal sculptures. His art’s put up for auction; Frank finally becomes famous.


100 word story · Friday Fictioneers


Here’s my first effort for Friday Fictioneers over at Rochell’s  blog.
Each Friday she posts a photo prompt and challenges us to write a 100 word story.


photo credit Bjorn Rudberg



He was a collector. It started small. Pencils – thousands of pencils in cigar boxes, stashed in every closet.
One day he came home with beer cans and a new collection was born. Eventually, the walls in the family room were lined with colorful cans from our trips around the world.
I think he loved his hat collection best. Ball caps, cowboy hats, knitted hats; if it was meant to cover a head, he had to have it.
He died last year, leaving me his collections.
I sit alone in the family room, wearing a knit hat, surrounded by memories.


Children’s Story

Special Delivery


Special Delivery


The only thing Michael wants for Christmas is a robot.
He writes one more letter to Santa with just two words – ROBOT PLEASE!
It’s Christmas Eve, so Michael decides to deliver this letter in person.

After everyone is asleep, he puts on his jacket, tugs his hat down over his ears, and tip-toes out the door. He grabs his sled by the rope handle and pulls it to the top of the highest hill in the neighborhood.
Michael takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and pushes off. The sled goes faster and faster until it is flying high into the night sky.

THWUMP! Michael’s sled lands in a huge snowdrift. Something licks his face. He opens his eyes. Right in front of him are a reindeer – with a red nose – and a small man,  who smiles and says, “Welcome to the North Pole.”
Michael holds up his letter.
“Could you please give this to Santa?”
“ Yes, indeedy!” The small man grabs Michael’s letter and runs off.
Michael sees a bright star. He closes his eyes and wishes, real hard, for a robot.
When he opens them he’s in his bed. He must have dreamed about his sled ride.

Under the Christmas tree, Michael sees a robot-size present. He rips off the paper. A smaller package falls out. The note stuck to it says, You lost your hat in the snow drift, Love Santa. In the package is his hat.
Michael laughs. It wasn’t a dream afterall!


Candace Kubinec



Children’s Story

What Do You Get A Snowman For Christmas

What Do You Get A Snowman For Christmas?


The boy and the girl were in a slight pickle.
They needed a gift and had just one nickel.

That’s all they had left in their pockets, you know,
to purchase a gift for their friend made of snow.

They could knit him some socks,
wrap them up in a box.

Oh! Maybe a hat –
with a brim. He’d like that.

A tent would be fun,
to protect him from sun.

Do you think he’d like kittens,
or fuzzy wool mittens?

A pair of snow boots?
A set of pan-flutes?

A new carrot nose?
(He could use one of those.)

A warm winter coat,
or a train, or a boat?

Well, the boy and the girl,
with their thoughts in a whirl,

Just sat, and they sat,
and they sat, sat, sat, sat,

Thinking and thinking
without even blinking.

And then, in a flash,
an idea landed – CRASH!

They made a snowball
rolled it round, not too tall.

Then gave it big ears –
and short tail, it appears.

What did they make?
A giraffe or a snake?

Did they make him a horse,
or a monster, or worse?

Did they make a yule log?
No, they made a snow dog!


Candace Kubinec

My entry for the Holiday Surprise PB Story Contest at Susanna Hill’s blog.



50 Word Stories

Give Thanks

Give Thanks

Millicent finished a bowl of hot soup and left the church cafeteria. She didn’t complain as she limped slowly toward the park. She knew she was luckier than others.

In the tunnel, she wrapped her blanket more tightly around her shoulders and gave thanks before drifting off to dreamless sleep.

My November submission to 50 Word Stories