Got Nuffink (Friday Fictioneers)

Got Nuffink (Friday Fictioneers)

“So what you’re saying is you’re not going to write a story this week?” The Countess Penelope of Arcadia asked, disappointed.
I looked at the picture again, but nothing came.
“Everyone’s going to write about the dancing girl, and I’m drawing a blank.” I said finally.
“What about a crazy tale anthropomorphizing the fire hydrant? I bet fire hydrants see all kinds of crazy stuff, Helena.”
“Hey, that’s not a bad idea! The fire hydrant, whose secret name was Hank, liked to…”
“What?” Penny asked. “Why did you stop?”
I sighed. “Well, I’ve run out of words now, haven’t I?”


100 words. Banter.

Friday Fictioneers is something I participate in most weeks and is something I enjoy very much. Go HERE to find out more about Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s storytelling challenge and read better tales than mine.  This week’s photo is courtesy of Renee Heath.

With apologies to you all, darlings — my brain is just fried this week.  I will do my best to read all of yours as time allows. For now, this is all I’ve got (which isn’t much, I know.)


25 responses to “Got Nuffink (Friday Fictioneers)

  1. A story about nothing. Kind of reminds me of Seinfeld. I hate that show, but I don’t hate your story. Darn word limit. I’d like to know what Hank likes to do.

  2. The mysterious Chicago Triangle, marked by the fire hydrant (center / front), Bidwell’s statue (among the flowers / right), and the light pole (left), was known for disappearing women. No one understood why women continuously entered the triangle due to its infamy, until now. Scientists now believe that the white, crosswalk man lures them to their demise. Dr. Green (green shirt / left) said, “I would have never believed it myself, but as soon as the white man appeared in the sign, the victim did a twirl and disappeared across the street.”

  3. Dear Helena,

    I thoroughly enjoyed your story about having no story. You hit the nail on the head re the dancer and the hydrant. Bravo.

    Hana hou!



  4. Something tells me it’s a good thing you ran out of words. Any fireplug who has a secret name has to be up to no good and we have enough villain stories this week.

  5. Enoyed your tale of writers block, it could have been catching as I had nothing to say about the dancer. Odd how with some images the story almost writes itself and other times the process can be painful.
    Here’s to the next photo
    Take care

  6. Thank you everyone — I was taken ill on Friday and spent the weekend in bed (and not in the good way, darlings) and I fear I can best express my gratitude in this collective THANK YOU! I look forward to a better time this week.

  7. Loved it Helena. I wrote about the dancer and the woman that took the photo. That woman was me. Screw the hydrant. Or don’t. Giggle. Great story honey. Hope you’re feeling better.

  8. Very amusing – which is good – you gave us the smiles despite feeling under the weather. A great conversation. And you have described what some of us go through every week – that internal duologue between the author and their gremlin as it sits laughing callously as it strangles muse.

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