In Their Care – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday evening, my Readers!  It is that time of the week where Rochelle, our feisty leader, sends us a photo (thank you, Nick Allen, for graciously allowing us to borrow it)  and we must use our grey matter and imagination to come up with a story that inspires, excites, entices, horrifies, or just plain amuses you.  From around the world comes all sorts of wonderful stories.  I kid you not!  Just click on the blue frog below and you’ll have access to anywhere from 70 to 100 stories!  Including this one.  Hey… how about you add yours?  Click on Rochelle‘s name and find out the how-tos and then add your story to the list!

 

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In Their Care

As a self-sufficient and capable man, he was no stranger to the myriad tools stored neatly in his huge shed.  From saws to planers to drills; name it, he had it ~ all bearing a well-worn patina.  Also parked neatly were a lawnmower/snowblower, a four-wheeler and a big log-splitter.  The man could take care of himself.

Until he couldn’t.

His grandsons minded the place for him. They drained the gas from the vehicles, sold off his tools for peanuts, turned the house into a pigstye.  The lawn had become one giant junkyard.

All that was left undisturbed were his oil cans.

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #82 – Illumination

Couldn’t come up with anything overly amazing for this prompt so I decided to kill two birds with one stone: share part of my evening with my friend, Cathy, and do this word challenge.  A silly little poem. (I’m not what one would say, fabulous, with the rhyming poetry – especially when I only have 73 words to play with.)  This kinda sorta got the job done.  I wanted to share these murals with Resa over at Graffiti Lux and Murals and I think I’ll find an excuse to go back there during the day because these two works of art deserve daylight, no snow falling and better angles!

Thanks you, Sammi, for hosting this weekly challenge.

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.

Word Prompt

Illumination

Challenge

An evening with Cathy, friend since forever
Bohemian Rhapsody (again, but a pleasure)

We aim to catch the four-thirty-five
Then on for supper, after a short drive

To “Amellia’s”, on Milton
And be joined by her Malcom

A mural, so beautiful, it catches my eye
Illumination sucks, but I truly must try

A pic with my cell phone will do only so much
The snow and the light add a strange little touch

Bridal Veil Falls, Unlimited – What Pegman Saw

This week Pegman is back in the Southwestern US, in Bridal Veil Falls, Utah. Your mission is to write up to 150 words inspired by the prompt. Feel free to use the photo provided, or take your own tour of scenic Utah for something that inspires you.

Once your piece is polished, share it with others using the link up below. Reading and commenting on others’ work is part of the fun!

Thanks to Karen and Josh for hosting this challenge.  In my search for ideas for a story, I discovered that Bridal Veil Falls is an uninspired name – or rather, an over-inspired name 😉

©Ron Johnson, Google Maps

Bridal Veil Falls, Unlimited

“We can cross Utah off our list, now.  That’s how many, so far, just in the States?”

“Lemme see:  we went to Highlands, North Carolina, up to the smallest of the three Niagara falls in New York.  We came west and stopped at Telluride, Colorado, and now, here in Provo, Utah.  Means, four, so far.  Next we go to Yosemite Valley in California then we start the Canadian ones!”

“Seriously, of all the ‘Bridal Veil’ falls we’ve seen so far, this one looks the least like a bridal veil!”

“Gotta admit, you’re right.  Though, this one is special because it is a double cataract fall.”

“Meaning?”

“See how it looks like there are steps?  We can’t see the top one from here, but there is a pool for the first step, too.”

“A multi-tiered water fall.  So cool.  Can we climb up to the second pool?”

“Ya baby! Let’s go!”

A Colourful Monday Walk

“The World is divided in to two, One is vibrant with colours and the other is drab and colourless..”
Biju Karakkonam, Nature and Wildlife Photographer

There are days where nature is most gracious in sharing her colours.  Monday was one of those days.  Strange, really, as the sun was not shining and the skies were mostly grey.  Or maybe it was just me.  Searching for and finding colour to brighten the day.

Though my full-time days at the golf course came to an end October 30th, I feel I’ve been running around doing stuff yet getting nothing done.  Back and forth to hospitals for Yvon, my mother’s spouse; notary, financial adviser and bank to finally settle my  mandatary duties for my mother-in-law (still not completely done, but close); readying the house for visits – all for naught – bloody thing is still not sold and that mandate is up in three days.  Next!!  Time to take the time for these walks of mine.

On Monday, Zeke and I decided to go for one of our long walks.  He kills me.  I cannot say the word “walk” without him getting excited.  He sees me pick up my camera bag and he loses it.  Before doing any of that, all I said was:  “Do you wanna?”  and this is the look I got:

Then I picked up my camera bag…

We decided to go way over to the other side.  The weather was pretty decent.  I didn’t need my snowpants nor my big mitts so happy days!

Crossing the pedestrian shortcut we came face to face with this fella.  You can tell there are snow enthusiasts who will do what they can to create their own Frosty!

We got to my favourite willow tree in de Normandie Park.  I know, I know.  I take its picture every single time I see it.  Can’t help it as I’m a tad obsessed.

Ya gotta admit it’s pretty spectacular, eh?  And look how colour-coordinated Zeke is!

We moved on towards the Parc des Coutances and I was struck by these trees.  One marescent- not planning on losing any leaves this winter, one, that didn’t finish shedding theirs before the snows came and then the two different conifers.  Colours and textures.

“Let me, O let me bathe my soul in colours; let me swallow the sunset and drink the rainbow.”
Khalil Gibran

We moved on towards what I once called my dog park because way back before we lost Mick, I used to get up much earlier and would end up meeting up with the ladies and their dogs around 8:30 am.  Those days are gone!  Maybe I’ll get back into an early to bed, early to rise rhythm one day.  Just not yet.  Was amused to see the two seasons mixed together.  A carpet of leaves on a rug of snow.  Or is it the other way around?

On we went towards the Parc de Provence, leading to our secret (hey, I’ll call it secret if I want to!) woodland path.  Upon entering the path, I was struck by the white branches against the blue wall.  How strange!  I have been down this path many times and never did I see a pure white branch like these.

We kept walking towards the centre of the pathway and I, again, saw a series of colours.  One grouping after another

Cutting through, we returned to the Park des Provences from another entrance and there, again… an unexpected duo of colours

Back to Parc des Coutances and this time it was a pop of yellow that caught my eye.

The anemic sun that was, was slowly disappearing and I could feel a chill so we picked up the pace towards home.

“One should be a painter. As a writer, I feel the beauty, which is almost entirely colour, very subtle, very changeable, running over my pen, as if you poured a large jug of champagne over a hairpin.”
Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Six, 1936-1941

Before getting making it to Parc Marguerite-A.-Tellier and that much closer to home, the skies darkened.

No wonder I felt so cold suddenly.

Just before crossing the boulevard towards home, this pop of red shouted at me.  Another caught by the snow before it could lose it’s petals!

Zeke was quiet for the rest of the evening.  The boy was spent.  Maybe the walk was too long?  I’ll have to ease him in more gently.  The boy is now 9 and probably felt like I do when I overdo it!

Have a fabulous weekend!

 

 

The Big Picture – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning, my Readers.  Our esteemed leader, Rochelle, has offered up my picture this week.  I’m beyond flattered.  A few of you mentioned that you wanted a follow up of last week’s prompt, thing that I never do, partly because I’m not clever enough and it has never occurred to me to even do so, and mostly because this challenge is to create a stand-alone story in 100-words or less…

That said, this came to me and, though it stands alone (I hope) it can also be the next part (sorta).

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The Big Picture

She came to, befuddled, wondering how she ended up beside this small waterfall.  The last thing she remembered was leaning in to take a picture.

Where was her camera?  She rarely went anywhere without it.

Sitting on the bank, watching the water cascade over the rocks, she tried to piece together the last, what? How much time had passed?

She heard a voice but could not discern where it came from.

“You must stop looking at life simply through a camera lens.  You’re missing the big picture as you zoom in on the little bits.  Back up, you’ll see more.”

 

 

 

Third Annual Oyster Feast Chez Moi

Still basking in the warm hug of having my friends in my home for our third annual Oyster Feast.

Took me a while, despite Christiane’s most helpful aide, to clean up my kitchen.  Frankly, I said goodnight to my guests, looked at my kitchen and walked away.  “They will be there tomorrow,” I told myself.  Knowing full-well there ain’t no such thing as fairy godmothers who come in, wave their wands and “Poof!” all is gone…

This third gathering of ours is near and dear to my heart.  These are friends that I have known for forty years (though, how that can be when I can’t really be old enough, right?) except Julie, whom I discovered when going through my “souvenirs” book one day, that I went to Kindergarten and Grade 1 with before finding ourselves again in high school.  Truth be told, neither one of us remembers each other from way back then.  But still.

Though I pick up the oysters, this is a shared evening.  Everyone brings a little something to eat and drink.

Giselle and Dany brought a fabulous plate of Italian antipasto, Christiane and Martin brought delicious popcorn shrimp.  Julie (and Michael) made these beautiful individual salads with all kinds of goodies and a large green salad – both of which I somehow have no picture of  😦  However, she also made mini crostini with goat cheese, fig and balsamic glaze. And THAT I do have a picture of!

Nibbled on these goodies, chit-chatted about everything and nothing, sipped on cocktails while I worked on my Rockefeller topping for some of the oysters.  Time to get shucking.  Dany had “conveniently” cut himself a few days earlier with his new set of knives, earning his very first stitches at the tender age of 54, so he could not shuck.  He definitely entertained us with his hundred-mile-an-hour talking and videotaping!

Deciding we have enough oysters – for now – we move to the dining room…

But first, a group picture.  Sheesh, we almost missed Christiane!  Speaking of which, check out her oh-so-cool necklace made out of egg cartons!

The first batch of oysters gobbled up, I served my spicy pumpkin soup…  As we were eating, another high school friend of ours, Marc, texteded me asking what I was up to…. so I sent him this picture below…  He said, hey! I wasn’t invited!  Sorry, Bud.

Now, this annual thing has been just us, the core four and spouses with the addition of girlfriends or boyfriends, depending, but no one else.  So after he texted, Marc called and asked if he could join us.  I put him on speaker so that we could all tell him that he was more than welcome…

But before he arrived, more horsing around…

Da Girls

Marc arrived in time for the second batch of oysters…

Time for a “Trou Normand” – where you basically take a shot of some rotgut to burn a hole and make room for more food.  Or calle it a palette cleanser.  However, Dany brought this fabulous “Amerable” – a bitter maple liqueur.  Starts off sweet and the bitterness slowly creeps in, in a rather surprisingly pleasant way… Dangerous stuff, is all I can say.

Time for dessert.  I figured we would be stuffed after all that food and I wanted to keep things light so I made orange Madeleines with Grand Marnier whipped cream and warmed figs with a drizzle of honey.  My second batch kinda sorta got forgotten in the oven, and, while not burnt, were, well, rather “tanned”… 😉

Dany, ever the comedian, likes to put blurbs on his pics occasionally.  Admittedly, they are spot on.  So, I’ve included his original in French, then did the English version 😉

Another successful evening with my peeps.  No one left hungry, that’s for sure!

And, judging by my recycling box the next morning, I’m rather surprised no one suffered!

And, lucky me, for the first time, there were actually leftover oysters!  We had some that we shucked and didn’t eat, so into a container they went and I made a soup with them… The others, I’m sure I’ll be able to treat myself to a couple more…

Until next year!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #81 – Fringe

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.  Thank you for hosting, Sammi

Word Prompt

Fringe

Challenge

The fringe framing my face charms you

The fringes lightly brushing my thigh seduce you

My fringe views, just enough, appeal to you

And yet, it is on the fringe that you hold me

Fringe – Water’s Edge