Sunday Calls From The Cell – Flash Fiction

Time again for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.  So grateful to PJ for hosting this weekly challenge.  This week’s photo prompt is provided by Enisa. Thank you Enisa!

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Here is the photograph and my story:

Sunday Calls From The Cell

When I first moved from Iowa to San Francisco,  I’d call home at suppertime on Sundays.

“Mom.  Hey!” I’d say. “What’s cooking?”  Sometimes,  wanting to sound all grown-up and happily living on my own,  I’d have to rehearse those first few words.

“Pot roast and football,” she’d consistently reply.  Could have been basketball or baseball.  Always pot roast.

“I can smell it from here.”

“Are you settling in alright, Bella?”

“I am,  yes.  Just can’t wait for you and Dad to see the place.  It’s colorful in an abstract way you’d like.”

The place was a 500 sq foot studio with a view overlooking a Trader Joe’s parking lot.  The top-level had a jogging course.   Cameras everywhere.   And that neon colored wall visible from blocks away.

“We can’t wait to see it,”  Mom would say. “We should come this winter.   Take advantage of that great climate you have.”

“Let’s plan on it,”  I said during one such call.

“Let’s,” Mom replied. “Here,  sweetheart,  talk to your dad.”


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One Day At The Millbrae Station – Fiction

Time for this week’s Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers.   It begins anew each Wednesday.   100-150 words more or less to do with   the photo below  (photo changes each week).  I’ll put the link to this week’s stories at the end of this piece.  Blogs, like this, are such a great gift for writers – and I believe readers,  too.  Pass on by – click on the froggy at the end of this story.

PJ, as usual has given her time hosting this for us.  It’s so much appreciated.

I’m kind of excited because I see lots of ways to expand this piece

Oh!  I’ve done short continuation HERE – if you have time, give a peek 🙂

millbraeOne Day At The Millbrae Station

I’m not always so anxious and so unsure about life.  Sometimes, though, anxiety can’t be avoided.  It was all about to unfold at the Millbrae Station.

Millbrae is a skip and a less expensive suburb down from San Francisco;  near the tip of the Silicon Valley peninsula and at the leading edge of all things technological, environmental and millennial.

I had moved to Millbrae to care for my aging mother.  It wasn’t as though she needed care, but she claimed she did.  My transition, from the New Orleans French Quarter to Silicon Valley suburbia had been, to say the least,  bumpy.

I’d gone to an internet dating site to see if there were any poets, like  myself, in the area, and I responded to one invitation.  We were going to meet at the Millbrae Station.

When I arrived, there was a pigeon standing near the tracks.  It appeared to be, as I was, hopefully waiting for the next train.


photo prompt thanks to Vanessa Rodriguez

Old Lace & Bay Windows – Fiction

Time for this week’s Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers.   It takes place each Wednesday.   100-150 words more or less.  I’ll put the link to this week’s stories at the end of this piece.  Drop by to read or write or both 🙂  Thanks to PJ (Priceless Joy) for hosting this challenge.  Here’s the photo and my story (175 words):

bay windowsOld Lace & Bay Windows

Mother always says I’m crazy. Since I know that opinion clearly depends on her definition of crazy, I’ve never paid much mind to her assumptions of me.

About 20 years ago, I moved out west. According to mom’s outlook on life,  everyone out west is probably crazy. That could be why I like it so much here. I’ve never tried to run away from my craziness as much as I’ve tried to tone it down just a tiny bit.

I bought a small town house in the Haight. The previous owner  had flattened the signature bay windows. I’ve hung old lace panels and strung crystals from the curtain rods. All around me glows magic and rainbows.

Mom and I talk on the phone each week.

“When do you think you might be coming out, Mom?” I’m always asking.

“Soon. Maybe. Are you happy, Polly? And you like your place?” Mom sometimes asks.

“I do like it, Mom. It really stands out from the other buildings. You’d just love it,” I always say.


other stories can be found here: this week’s stories

photo prompt Copyright Vanessa Rodriguez

En Route – Fiction

Another installment of Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. 100 words or so based on the image below. Click on the link (after this piece) and come join us!
*Reader discretion is advised*

PHOTO PROMPT – © Copyright Jean L. Hays

En Route

We were headed out and onto and into the dream.  Our Love Bug was red.  Our degrees were still hot off the press.  We were going to San Francisco, and we each had one hundred dollars.   It was June in Chicago in 1967.  I trusted you with my life.

I was lying down in the car,  with my head somewhat uncomfortably on your lap, looking at the stars through the front windshield. “What’s the first thing you wanna do when we reach San Francisco, Sal?” I asked.

“Marry you?”

“Besides that.”

“Fuck you?”

We were headed for summer.


photo prompt: ©Jean L. Hays

Project Travel – For Belinda

This is for Belinda of Busy Mind Thinking.  She’s asked to see where her WordPress family lives…

Hi  Belinda   I live in Mountain View, Ca – about half an hour or so south of San Francisco – in the heart of Silicon Valley.  We are about 45 minutes, or a nice drive (over some hills and through redwood forests),  to the Pacific Ocean.  There are wonderful foothills surrounding us – great redwood forests and fantastic hiking.  It’s lovely and green and hilly here.  In the hills, near us about mid-way to the ocean – there actually is an Alice’s Restaurant!

I had to come back and put this picture – above – in for y ou… Alice’s Restaurant!

our balcony viewThis- above –  is the view from our condo balcony.  Redwoods and one of the few remaining empty parcels in the city.  Very lovely and peaceful

Above is the general area.

This  – above – is Shoreline Park.  We walk there several times a week.  Lovely little lake with paddle boats and a cafe.  Paths leading to the Bay.  It’s a bird sanctuary sort of place – a gazillion kinds of migrating birds all year.  You can see the foothills and these surround our area.

Another Shoreline Park one I thought would make you smile!

Above is Google.  Mountain View is home to Google.  Aren’t we the lucky ones?  LOL!  Facebook headquarters are about 15 minutes away.  Oh joy 😛  Yahoo, Intel, etc.

Above is our downtown street – Castro Street.  We can walk there to the cafe for coffee and to the farmer’s market and one of the few remaining bookstores in our area!

Above is  Stanford Law School.  I’ve recently retired from there.  I was an admin there.  It’s about 15 minutes from us – just up the street towards SF.

This is SF Haight Ashbury area…we hang out there several times a month for a coffee and a lazy day.

Golden Gate Park…another hangout near Haight Ashbury.

I hope all is well with you, Belinda.  I’ll try to catch up better tomorrow 🙂  Many  hugs and well wishes and tons of smiles