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A Moment in Time – Friday Fictioneers

Wow, haven’t written a Friday Fictioneers on a Thursday in ages. Proof positive my days have lost all sense of order. I barely know what time is what and I still can’t see a break on the horizon. ‘K. That’s the last of my whinging, I promise.Β  I would like to also apologise to my fellow fictioneers that I missed on the last two prompts. It’s not my style to not read each and every one of your submissions but time was not on my side! I promise to do better this week! Boxes be damned!

So, back to business. Thank you, Rochelle, for hosting this weekly party. And this week, thank you, Valerie, for this wonderful photo. I wanted to go in so many directions and well, this is what came out of all those starts and stops.

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A Moment in Time

The stew was simmering on the stove, needing only the occasional stir, the scents wafting throughout the kitchen. What was it about stew simmering that was so comforting?

The iron was being heated as well. Sunday’s Best must always be well pressed!

The morning chores had all been done and now it was time for a break. The puffs of steam meant tea was almost ready. Time for a good chin wag. Time to share stories or catch up on the latest gossip.

“You ready to move to the next exhibition?”

Startled out of her reverie, Julie smiled and nodded.

143 thoughts on “A Moment in Time – Friday Fictioneers

  1. Oh, I can see you are longing for it all to be done so you can relax in your warm homely home with a cuppa, and freshly pressed shirt (trousers and or skirt) and something wholesome and homecooked to eat. A wistful take on the prompt. And I agree with you; such is the essence of home.

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  2. There you are! Where’s Dale, I was thinking πŸ™‚
    You can get more out of these things if you imagine what was going on pre-exhibition. I sometimes do that when I visit stately homes.

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    • It is a lovely thing to do, isn’t it? About, gee, lemme see… a good 10 years or so ago, I went with my friend’s mother to visit homes in a very lovely neighbourhood. Talk about seeing how the other half lives…

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    • I like the “you’ve been” as if it is not still the case… πŸ˜‰
      And today, I was lucky enough that work was quiet so I was let go at 4:30. Now, I’m gonna sit back and read 45-50 FF stories… and maybe write a post about the FANTASTIC day I had on Tuesday.


  3. Dear Dale,

    Such a nice homely scene until the jolt at the end. Love it that they’re in a museum. I love those exhibits that take you back in time. Wonderful. Amazing that you had time between all the running and working. Thinking of you.

    Shalom and lotsa hugs,


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    • Thank you, Ina. I felt many would write about this photo as a memoir or a back in the day or some such. Which I kinda sorta did, then didn’t πŸ˜‰


  4. Q,

    Now THAT is the kind of imagination most people (me included) needs! Comfort food for the soul, without all the fussy, mussy complications that usually end up giving our brain the flu for the trouble.

    You’ve touched on the priceless value of that thing called peace of mind. Where a person can feel centered and at home in any weather. Be it having a nice cup of tea or jumping into some freshly pressed duds.

    Brava Bella!


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  5. I often spend more time fantasizing about my chores being done than actually doing them. I have dishes and laundry to do and bathrooms to clean. Having such chores being merely a thing of museum fodder is also a beautiful reverie, which I don’t think is exactly what you’re saying, but that’s where I going with it.

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    • Oh, I am guilty myself!! Sometimes, I just leave the room so I don’t have to see what needs to be done. Unfortunately, when one moves, that means there are NO places to hide.
      And how you interpret it, is great. That’s one of the things I love about writing. Readers see what they will and sometimes open my eyes!

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      • Yeah, I’m hiding in my office right now, so I can write while trying not to think of the chores that await.

        I feel you on moving. I told you about the furniture I got. That necessitated a complete reorganization of the house. Every time I wanted to put something somewhere, there was already something there. It’s been two months, and there are still boxes I don’t know what to do with. There’s stuff in the garage I don’t know how to get rid of. We had a garage sale. It turned out the stuff we don’t want in our garage, other people don’t want in their garage either. Go figure.

        That’s one of the fun things about these prompts. We all see the same picture and come up with, usually, wildly different interpretations leading to vastly different stories. Then, our stories are interpreted differently by each reader, which forces us to look at our own stories from different angles. It’s fun and educational.

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  6. Oh I love this, great fun Dale. I’m like this, too, when I’m in a museum. Staring at the exhibits, imagining being in that time, using the items…
    And about reading every story… I was there once, but relaxed with time. Putting this pressure on ourselves, as enjoyable as it is, is sometimes too much. Care for yourself first, read the ones surrounding yours and reciprocate and don’t worry about the others. You’ll get back to reading all of them eventually. I learned it the hard way by not being able to write at all because of being so stressed out. Don’t do that to us. πŸ™‚

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    • Thanks, Gabi. So fun to imagine them being used back way back when.
      I only mentioned it because I do week after week except for the last two weeks πŸ˜‰ and I’ve stopped reading those who don’t bother responding or acknowledging whatsoever. That felt way more like a waste of time to me.

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  7. A warm and comforting moment of reverie for your character. I love seeing rooms in museums, set up to represent a period and place. I want to step inside and live that life for a day. Lovely writing, Dale

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