Friday Fictioneers for March 31st, 2023

To close out March and its fictionally lionized madness, our mysterious and mischievous Mistress Rochelle of the Wisoff Mermaids had synchronized and choreographed with Amanda Forestwood for us to play with a wonderfully musical picture using our own creative bow.

I sat and fiddled with this gem of a photograph before contriving a roguishly prankish story set in the summertime southern US of A.

Click on Amanda’s picture of a violin in a lawn chair to hear how to tune up your own strings and to play your own personal ballad, <101 word story, tale, or fib at Rochelle’s Purple Place of Passion (her blog).

PHOTO PROMPT © Amanda Forestwood

Genre: Christian Fantasy
Title: Summer Confessions
Word Count: A sinful 100


Ain’t no hooch at Preacher Hardingfele and his sexy wife, Lorena’s, Annual Southern Baptist July Fourth backyard barbeque, so I toted me a flask of Brother Jack flavored with lots of Old Pot’s THC lemon extract. I spiked Lorena’s punch, and she knew it.

To spank me, we drug a sunchair behind the garage. I was still fiddlin’ with Lor’s bra strap when her Preacher-man seen us. He got his gun, so I took to run and yelled about biblical forgiveness. I knew of his fornicatin’ Sister Betty Berliew, so I got away.

Every year, Hardingfele’s barbeque is more fun.


Look both ways if you’re going to play around with Preacher’s peeps.
But mind the gaps and them convoluted hooks on lovely Lorena’s bra straps.
Name your instrument according to how you play with it.

Click on the famous (or infamous) Lorena Bobbitt,
who keeps her knives sharp,
to link up with the squares and read more
masterful Friday Fictioneer stories.
(If you’re not familiar with this story, read all about it here.)


I wanted to give you the American Civil War song, Lorena, by Johnny Cash (or any number of singers and groups), but one is my limit. So, this couple playing their fiddles (violins are the same, but different) is too good to pass up.


50 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers for March 31st, 2023

  1. Funny how them preachers don’t practice what they preach and then get all in a flurry when they wife does.
    Bet it does get more ‘n more fun at that barbecue!
    And fiddlin’ ain’t the same as violinin’. They ain’t got the same sound nor the same way o’ playin’. Do love me both. That was a good tune!

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      1. Thanks for the points, Dale.

        The fiddle in the prompt had four (visible) strings but 8 tuning knobs, so I had to find out more. The fancy adornment was also a curiosity. 🙂

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  2. Dear Bill,

    This mermaid do love her some strings, be they classical violin or Blue Grass fiddle.

    Fun and games at the BBQ made for an entertaining read. Glad you fiddled with the story. 😉

    Shalom y’all,


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  3. Hey great post! Thanks for crediting my photo and I am so glad you found it inspiring. I love the sounds of the Hardanger fiddle from Norway (pictured) and yes they are different to regular violins – is it the number of strings? Nice to hear the fiddle music which seems so traditionally American? And fun take on the prompt. I remember the Bobbit woman – she has morphed into urban legend hasn’t she?

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    1. Yes. I was living in a small Texas town about that time. That woman chose super glue. Effective but less blood. 🙂 Thanks for the great pic and comment.

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