Better Than Nothing

Happy Friday, Readers! Was it only a week ago that I was at the beach? Feels like an age…

Here we go again with Friday Fictioneers, the weekly challenge provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields to write a 100 word story based on a photo. This week we thank Dale Rogerson for our picture! Now back to our continued story about Nick and Emmeline…

Copyright: Dale Rogerson

Better Than Nothing

“Mr. Ramsey?”

Nick jolted awake.

“Miss Price is sleeping, but stable. You can sit with her if you like.”

Nick didn’t need told twice. Quietly he entered her room. In the corner her heart monitor beeped slow and steady. He sat down beside her bed, fiddling with the rosary still in his hands. “Stay with me, Emmy,” he whispered.

Moved by an urge to be doing something, anything – he pulled out his phone and opened his last search – “How to Pray the Rosary.” He didn’t believe in this stuff, but it was better than nothing. Hesitantly, he started to pray.

Coffee

Happy Friday, Readers! You’ve waited patiently, and now it is time for Friday Fictioneers! Last week we left Emmeline and Nick in a precarious position…read on to find out what happens next!

Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this prompt and to Roger Bultot for providing the photo.

Enjoy!

Copyright: Roger Bultot

Coffee

Nick sat frozen, an untouched cup of coffee from a nurse in his hand.

At the sound of footsteps he looked up. A doctor stood there. “Mr. Ramsey? She’s asking for you.”

Nick entered the room with trepidation. Emmeline lay on the hospital bed, an IV in her arm and hooked up to a heart monitor. It beeped steadily. Her eyes were closed but as he pulled the door shut she opened them.

“This isn’t what I meant when I asked you to meet me for coffee, Nicholas.”

Her soft smile was all it took for him to breakdown completely.

In A Blink

Happy Friday, Readers! I think this week just flew by, didn’t it? Already it’s time for Friday Fictioneers with our host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week our prompt photo is provided by our host, Rochelle.

As I have been for the past month or two, I will continue the story of Nicholas and Emmeline. There’s been a little tension between the two of them in the past two weeks…there’s more to Emmeline than meets the eye and Nicholas isn’t sure how to handle that. We’ll see what happens today…

Enjoy!

Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

In A Blink

Nick burst into the hospital room, his jacket and tie askew and skidded to a stop, breathing heavily. The doctor and nurses looked up in alarm. “You can’t be in here,” said one the nurses, striding forward.

Nick didn’t move, he just stared at the operating table and the woman laying unconscious on it.

“Nurse!” said the doctor sharply, pointing with a bloody glove.

“I’m sorry sir, you have to stay in the waiting room. That’s the best thing you can do for your wife right now.”

Nick couldn’t take his eyes off of Emmeline. Dazed, he said, “But she isn’t my wife yet.”

Outside of the World

Happy Friday Readers! Another week has come and gone already! I’m sorry for skipping last week, but I’m back again with another Friday Fictioneers adventure with Emmeline and Nicholas. And since I missed last week…I made this story 200 words instead of the usual 100. I hope you’ll enjoy it!

Special thanks to Rochelle for always providing a prompt (even when some of us skip a week) and to Liz Young for this week’s photo!

Copyright: Liz Young

Outside of the World

The frost tipped grass crunched under Nick’s oxford shoes as he made his way through the tiny cemetery. Most of the stones were crumbling, their names and dates faded or illegible.

Suddenly he saw her. She was sitting on a stone bench, hands folded in her lap. For a second Nick hesitated, unwilling to disturb her, but she shifted and looked up, catching sight of him immediately.

“Nicholas? what are you doing here? Is anything wrong?”

“Your office told me I could find you here,” Nick said. “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come, it’s nothing important…” He turned to leave.

“Wait,”said Emmeline, rising to her feet. Nick stopped. “I come here to think sometimes.” She reached out and took his hand, pulling him back towards the bench.

“Why here?” The cemetery was old. No one had probably been buried there for over 50 years.

Emmeline shrugged. “It’s peaceful. Quiet. I feel outside of the world here.”

Nick looked around. His eye caught on the tombstone directly in front of them. His eyes widened. “That’s your name!” he cried, jumping up to look closer at the faded letters. He touched the stone. “How strange!”

“Stranger than you think,” she whispered.

Deep Dish

It’s Good Friday, Readers! Can you believe Easter is just a day away?

I’m still rolling with our two characters, Emmeline Price and Nicholas Ramsey. We’ll continue their adventures in today’s Friday Fictioneers. Special thanks to Rochelle for the prompt and Dale Rogerson for providing the photo!

Enjoy!

Copyright: Dale Rogerson

Deep Dish

“When I imagined us having dinner for the first time, I’ll admit this wasn’t what I had in mind.”

A smile tugged at her lips. “Oh?” asked Emmeline.

Nick felt his ears get hot. He cleared his throat. “Not that I imagined it a lot, mind you.” He shrugged and stared at the bottle of Barbera wine on the table between them.

“And what’s wrong with a bottle of wine and a classic deep dish pizza?” Emmeline asked. Her smile never left her face as she lifted a slice to her mouth for a bite.

“Nothing,” Nick said. “It’s perfect.”

 

Answering Angel

Happy Friday, Readers! It’s time again for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the lovely Rochelle. I’m going to continue with another little story about Nick Ramsey and Emmeline Price. Hope you enjoy it!

Photo credit this week goes to Jellico’s Stationhouse.

Copyright: Jellico’s Stationhouse

Answering Angel

Nick sat in the hall outside the main office of Eastside Foster Home. Emmeline was inside, discussing an upcoming event to raise money for the home’s much needed repairs. Nick shifted in his seat and eyed the faded wallpaper and dull overhead lights. There was a faint musty smell to the place.

Suddenly a small boy appeared in the hall, dressed in a shabby uniform. He gazed at Nick unabashedly, then at the closed office door. “Are you and the angel going to take one of us home?” he asked.

“Angel?” Nick sputtered.

The boy looked solemn. “That’s what Miss Ellis calls her. Our Answering Angel.”

The Good Life

Happy Friday! It’s a rainy one here in Ohio, USA. Perfect weather for writing! I’m getting my morning started with Friday Fictioneers, and gearing myself up to start a writing spree for April. Camp Nano (National Novel Writing Month) starts tomorrow! As I mentioned before, I’m going to be working on the adventures of Stella and Griffin, which all of you have been so faithfully reading these past months. Hopefully I’ll get a full-length story written!

For today’s writing prompt, I want to thank Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and Fatima Fakier Deria.

I went a little over the 100 word limit, but I couldn’t help myself. Got caught up in the moment.  Blame the romantic voice of Frank “Swoonatra.” Enjoy!

Copyright: Fatima Fakier Deria

The Good Life

“I don’t know how, but you’ve done it again, Emmy.” Nick looked with approval around the deck of The Good Life. Soft yellow strings of lights twinkled brightly in the fading sunlight. Ushers and servers bustled around the deck, preparing the buffet table and bar. Frank Sinatra crooned from the speakers overhead.

Emmeline smiled and looked away out over the horizon of Lake Michigan. Nick was at once captured by the beautiful picture she presented, her upswept hair haloed in the last rays of sunlight, her delicate shoulders displayed by the wide neckline of her navy blue dress and the tiny curve in the corner of her mouth that seemed to be waiting for a kiss.

The words were out of his mouth before he had even finished the thought. “Will you dance with me, Emmeline?”