Feel the Rumble – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday evening, my peeps!  It’s Friday Fictioneers time and I have finally come up with something.  Having already written a post about my son’s love for trains as a boy and another on wanting to run away via train, I was a tad stumped.  What to write about?  My creative muse having abandoned me completely, I had to rely on a fond memory.

Thanks always to Rochelle for being the hostess with the mostest and this week, a thank you to Dawn M. Miller for the use of this beautiful picture.

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Feel the Rumble

Sitting around the dinner table the sounds of her guests enjoying themselves pleased her.

Suddenly, everyone stilled, silence reigned and they turned to her wide-eyed.

“What the hell was that?” one queried.

“What do you mean?”

“That rumble.  Earthquake?  Didn’t you feel it?  And it sounds like glasses are crashing inside your china cabinet.”

“What rumble?”  She frowned.  “Oh that!  Ha ha!  That was the train!  I don’t even notice it anymore and I didn’t hear the glasses because of the party.  Every few months or so, I have to push them back because they jiggle with each train passing.

Advent Calendar – Day 5

In the spirit of Christmas and the Advent Calendar that has been revamped and re-purposed in myriad ways, I have decided to do one of another sort.  Instead of taking one chocolate per day (or wine or whatever goodie is in vogue) or adding one item into a box to donate for a good cause (a very good thing, indeed) I have chosen to send a little love to my favourite blogs.

Good morning!  (Shoot, I think I forgot yesterday’s salutation! My bad…)

Day 5 Candidkay

However did I meet the beautiful Kristine?  I have zero clue.  All I can say is I am so glad to have found this fabulous woman from Chicago who’s got a way with the “pen” that I admire.  On top of that, she has raised two boys solo and, shares the joys and sorrows that come with that job.  I feel we are kindred spirits and we have, more than once, said we shall one day meet and chat over a bottle of wine and lots of laughter.  I have no doubt this will happen one day.

I love that she is not afraid to put herself out there and most often then not with humour.  I’m talking the good, the bad and the ugly.  Only with her there are more good and inspiring than bad, sad or ugly.  Even when sharing something sad, she has a wonderful way of doing so that is uplifting.

When I receive a candidkay email, I know I should just get myself a cup of coffee and pretend I am sitting across the table from her.