Linda Louise Rigsbee

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The Best Vacations

Photo by Russel Gayer.  Friday Fictioneer flash fiction photo prompt for Jan 4, 2019

John stopped the car so I could take a picture.

“Look at that.” I said. “A fence to keep people out. Who would want to go there?”

“I think the fence is to keep cattle in.” John replied. “The grass looks greener on this side.”

I snapped a picture and pointed at the sign on the hill facing us. “Is that for the cattle too?”

He squinted at it. “What does it say?”

I laughed. “Probably keep out.”

He nodded. “Then the fence is for us.”

Vacations didn’t have to be fancy. We made them fun and interesting.

Halloween surprise.

Today’s Friday Fictioneer Photo Prompt by Jeff Arnold.


“Chess,” She frowned. “I didn’t say Chest.”

Of course she didn’t want me to play with her chest. I laughed.

“I was hoping for something more like Halloween….”

She gave me a seductive smile and I eagerly followed her into the bedroom. When she turned to me, her her smile broadened, revealing eye teeth that were much longer than the others.

I ordered my body to run, but it didn’t respond.

I was relieved to wake in my bed. It was only a nightmare. Something tickled my neck and when I wiped it, there was blood on my hand.

The Last Camping Trip


August 25 Friday Fictioneer Photo Prompt by Jan Wayne Fields


Joe staggered toward a distant glow. His clothes had been shredded by brambles. He was exhausted, but he had to get help. His wife had insisted on going camping one more time before the baby came. Some women craved pickles and ice cream. Labor had started two hours ago, but the car wouldn’t.

He pushed brush away with bloody hands. It looked like there might be a cabin ahead. He forced his way through the last of the brush and stood before a glowing tent.

He heard the wail of a newborn before he realized the tent was their own.


Friday Fictioneer Photo Prompt by Jan Wayne Fields.

A Walk In The Park

roger-bultot-flowerToday’s Friday Fictioneer Photo Prompt was provided by Roger Bultot. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers. 100 word count flash fiction.

Here is my response:

At first I could see only a block wall from the hospital window. It defined my future, going nowhere. I fell off the porch steps and broke my back. They said I would never walk again. I had become a burden to my family.

When my young son looked out the window, he saw something else.

“They could put dirt in there and plant trees. Then it would be a park for the patients.”

I thought about that long after he left. My life could be a block wall or a park. Only I could determine which it would be.

The Chain

I had no idea why they put the chain where it was. Obviously it was anchored too far away to keep the door from opening. It’s only purpose appeared to be piquing my curiosity.

I climbed over the chain and paused in front of the door. When I touched it, the door moved. It wasn’t locked!

I held my breath as I cautiously opened one side of the door. Something moved. Too late, I realized the chain wasn’t there to hold anything inside. It was there to keep me out of the room – for my safety.ceayr-purple-door-ff

The Last Chance

Photo Prompt by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Photo Prompt by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

February 13 Friday Fictioneer response to Photo Prompt.

He stood at the porch rail, sipping his morning coffee. Some things you could count on, like the return of Spring. He thought she would return, but it had been a week. She’d never been away that long. Every couple had disagreements. It wasn’t as though he had hit her. He shouldn’t have called her a liar. Instead, he had been mistaken. She wouldn’t answer his calls. “I’m sorry” wasn’t enough. This time he had lost her. He went back into the lonely house. Someone knocked on the door. It was her; ready to give him one more chance.

Worst-Laid Plans

January 23 Friday Fictioneer Photo Prompt by Georgia Koch.

In the calm before the storm, Rafe nailed plywood over the house windows. His home was miles inland from the coast but that didn’t matter to a hurricane. Wind was wind, no matter what they called it. He wasn’Georgia Koch FF 1-23t going to stay for another blow. He was heading further inland to visit his brother.

Rafe loaded his clothes and some food into the truck before he hitched the boat behind. He headed out to the highway. Hours later, he was still on the highway – a whole ten miles down the road, in congested traffic. This time he weathered the storm in his truck.

Too Many Signs

“Right there! At the sign! You missed it! How could you miss it?”
“Which sign?” I snarled.
My husband glared at me. “Which sign? You didn’t see that sign?”
I rolled my eyes in exasperation. “There were big signs, little signs, signs on signs…which one was I supposed to be looking at?”
“Pull over. I’ll drive.”
He’d get no argument out of me about that. I hated driving in town. I pulled over and let him drive. He circled around the block and came back to the corner. I wasn’t about to tell him he turned the wrong way.

Photo Prompt by Jean L Hayes

Photo Prompt by Jean L Hayes


As I sorted through my mail, I noticed a solicitation for roadside assistance insurance. Having recently returned from a road trip, it caught my interest. I opened it and began sorting through the pages of information. When I didn’t find a price, it went to the trash can. I was short of time and patience.

It occurred to me that marketing my books wasn’t much different. I realize the rationale behind all the paperwork in the envelope was to sell me on the product before they offered the price. The fact is; it doesn’t matter if the offer is a bargain when I simply don’t have the money. I realize that everyone isn’t on a fixed income, but hopefully they do have a budget. If I want to put my books in their budget, I need to cut the chaff and make my price available up front.

Here is where I have an advantage. I not only sell large variety of books, but I have special interest items as well. In addition to professionally bound books, I have handcrafted books. But there is no reason everyone couldn’t have some kind of advantage. An attractive booklet can be printed and stapled together at the spine with little cost involved. It can be tucked into a purse or pocket and it is an excellent opportunity to demonstrate writing ability. A flash fiction story relating to a book topic might be a possibility. For me, perhaps a sign stating “books – $3 to $15” would help.

As writers, we should keep in mind that we are not selling books. We are selling our creativity. That creativity must be advertised to entice the reader – after all, isn’t that what we are doing with our book covers? But no one wants to be enticed, only to discover they cannot afford the product.

What’s your sign?


Procrastination by Candlelight

June 6, 2014 Friday Fictioneer’s Photo Prompt by Douglas M. Macilroy took me on free flight into the darkness. Join us every Friday with our host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields in our 100 word response to a photo. Here’s mine:June 6

The electricity had been off for nearly an hour. My guests would arrive in the morning and I had waited until the last minute to clean house. Everything I had to do required electricity or more light than a candle could provide. I had been resisting an urge to work an on-line jigsaw puzzle, thinking the electricity would come on any minute, but I caved. I grabbed a candle and ran to my office, searching my cluttered desktop. As I turned the laptop on, the bright screen filled me with anticipation. My joy turned to disappointment as the electricity came on.

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