Awakening – Friday Fictioneers

Good Friday, my friends!  I cannot believe I missed you all last week!  It’s been hellish days of working odd hours and not having the time to read all of my fellow FF pals’ pieces, so I totally bypassed the last one.  If I cannot participate by reading at least some of yours, then I cannot expect you to read mine, right?  Reciprocation is key in this challenge.

That said, here I am on Friday instead of Wednesday or Thursday – which is cool, it IS after all Friday Fictioneers, right?  I thought I would be able to on Wednesday morning, but that meant writing before having to leave for work for 10:30 am.  Then, I figured, that’s okay, I’ll write it when I got back.  Finished work at 1:00 a.m.  Yes, you read that right!  I worked 14 hours on Wednesday… So… I figured I’d write yesterday but it was my baby’s 18th birthday so I had his cake to make, my hair to be done – no, not for his birthday but to hide my silver “highlights” that mysteriously appear at the roots every 6 weeks or so… 😉 – and I just plain had an appointment for that day!  Good time was had by all and well, here I am.  Just before I leave for the first of the last three days at the golf club!  Wooo hoooo!

So, now that I’ve bored you all to tears with my overlong intro, let us get down to business.  Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for always being there to keep us in line.  This week, thank you goes to Roger Bultot for this beautiful photo.  Do join us by adding your 1oo-word story inspired by Roger’s photo!  Click on the blue frog to add yours.

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Copyright ©Roger Bultot

Word Count:  100

Awakening

The morning sunlight caressed her face and shoulders. Stretching languorously, her foot slid along his leg.  She opened her eyes to find him looking at her, head resting on his bent arm, a slight smile on his lips.

“Good morning, You,” she smiled and kissed him. “How long have you been awake?”

“Not long. I was enjoying watching you sleep.  You were smiling; were you dreaming?”

“I was thinking of us.  I can’t believe how comfortable we are together.  Is it possible to feel this way this soon?”

“I feel it, too.”

“I never thought I would find love again.”

To Squeeze or Not to Squeeze – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning, my lovely readers.  The sun is shining, the day is bright.  I’ve got a “To-Do List” as long as my arm but first, let’s get the fun stuff out of the way!

Our lovely leader, Rochelle has chosen a photo by the equally lovely Douglas M. MacIlroy.  Will be interesting to see what everyone comes up with!

To find out, just click on the blue frog and go stalking.  How about adding your own version to the mix?  Click on Rochelle’s name to find out the rules and regs.  Quite easy, well, not easy as it seems.  It is a challenge to write a whole story in a mere 100 words but definitely teaches you how to cut the fluff!

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Genre:  Fiction

Word Count:  100

To Squeeze or Not to Squeeze

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her in even closer to him.

She wiggled a bit, creating a smidgen of distance between them.

“What are you doing?  Why are you pulling away?  Don’t you love me?”

“I can’t breathe.  You’re holding me too tight.  It’s got nothing to do with love!  It’s too much.”

Pouting, he removed his arm and slid further along the couch.

“Better?”

“Much.”

“I don’t understand why you won’t let me cuddle you when we watch a movie.”

“And I don’t understand why you think squeezing me like a captured bird is considered cuddling.”

 

Starting Over – Again **Friday Fictioneers**

Good Wednesday-Friday, my Peeps!  I thought I’d have to wait until tonight to write my FF but got cancelled from work because of lack of golfers.  Woot!  Ah, celebrations were short-lived.  They realised that by cancelling me for 11, they would be short for 4.  Oh well, at least it gave me a few extra hours to ruminate over this lovely picture supplied by Ted Strutz by our illustrious leader, Rochelle.  I confess I totally was inspired by a fellow blogger’s own post from last week.  So, thank you, Raye.  I hope you don’t mind!

To join in on the fun, click on the blue frog to add your link.  If you’re not sure how this party works, just click on Rochelle‘s name for the how-to.

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Genre:  Fiction inspired by real events

Word count:  Toujours 100

Starting Over – Again

It happened just about every three years.  She couldn’t explain it and didn’t bother trying.  The urge to pack up and move to a new place was strong.  It wasn’t for the money because basically she exchanged four quarters for a dollar.  It wasn’t because she couldn’t forge friendships with her neighbours.  All started with exchanges of food goodies and plants and moved to dinner parties.

Suddenly, the itch started and wouldn’t be ignored.  Again the procedure of selling the old and finding a new, usually, one town over.

This time was different.  The island would keep her longer.

Right?