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What’s the Word, Bird? – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday. Hump Day. First day to get your Friday Fictioneers on! As per, I seem to have a bit of a problem with creating fiction. I am once, again, taking the memoir route. What can I say? I must follow where the muse takes me.  If your muse takes you to an interesting place, then please do share! Click on the frog below and add your 100-words worth.  Thank you, Rochelle for hosting this weekly party.  And thank you, Douglas M. MacIlroy for lending us your image.

 

What’s the Word, Bird?

It’s funny how seemingly out of the blue a thought can cross your mind. Spark a dormant memory. You don’t even notice what triggered it (bird on a windowsill) but your mind starts roaming and a smile crosses your lips and a warmth spreads from your heart to your fingertips.

“What’s the word, bird?” was how he always greeted me.

“Tweet! Tweet!” was how I always responded.

‘Twas a silly exchange but one that shall forever remain a fond memory.

Mononcle* Royal, I cannot believe it has been twenty years since your twinkling eyes dimmed and your ready laugh silenced.

 

*I think I’ve mentioned it before but here in Quebec, or rather, in my family (and many other French families), an uncle or an aunt becomes “my uncle” and “my aunt” in one word. If I were to say I love my uncle, it actually will come out as I love my MyUncle.  J’aime mon Mononcle.

133 thoughts on “What’s the Word, Bird? – Friday Fictioneers

    • Thank you, Anthony.
      Oh, There are so many memories locked up inside… all it takes is a little something like a bird to bring them forth.

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    • Thank you, Susan. I suddenly realised that last week was 20 years (I remember as it happened two days after my niece was born.)

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  1. I love when a deeply held memory gets pulled out of the cracks by something, like a sound or smell.

    Did you think we’d assume you were cheating on the wordcount with mononcle?

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  2. What a special exchange. It’s funny how little things like that will spark memories. On a cold night, a friend said, “Ever notice you breathe more when you can see your breath. Now, you’re gonna think of me every time you see your breath.” It’s been years, and I think of her every time.

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  3. Dale,

    At first I was like, waz Monocle? And so thank you for the explanation. And it’s funny how the dialect is so different from one place to another. I’m sure if Michael J Fox reads this, he would be like “Those Canadians have some really interesting ways about them, too bad I can’t relate,”.

    And that was a beautiful way to use this week’s challenge, by the way.

    Marco

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    • Marco,

      Lost that second ‘n’… in Mononcle but of course, I know you like the 🧐 so maybe you dropped it on purpose. As for Michael J,… yanno, he’s an ANGLO Canadian from the prairie province of Alberta, so he’d have no clue any more than you have.

      And thank you, by the way. Glad you appreciated.

      Dale

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      • I’m simple as Simon sometimes, but I gotta say . . I do loves me the monocle man.

        As for Michael J American, that is an urban legend perpetuated by Canadians. I understand how y’all would want him on your side, but I’m sure he loves maple syrup. And . . isn’t that enough?

        Loved your sweet tweet in memory of a cherished person in your life.

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        • There is nothing simple about you. But you do loves the monocle man 😉 Here… just for you 🧐🧐

          I’m okay with you guys enjoying him, even having him live amongst you, just know that it is just that. A loan. No. It isn’t enough.

          Thank you. I am so glad you did.

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          • Among other things, I do 😉

            You might be thinking about his twin brother, Marvin, who was adopted out at birth because Michael’s mother just could not bear to have two perfect children. Would be a sad story if it weren’t so inspiring. Anyways, Marvin found his way to a wonderful family in Canada.

            Me too.

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          • Inquiring minds… never mind 😉

            Buahaha! You know, how to weave a story, tell you what. I knew you were a writer but now, I REALLY know it.

            Sweet.

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          • Yeah girl, uh huh.

            Lest I ever give you a speck of doubt, just ask me to chronicle something. I’ll gin it up for you right now.

            As honey

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  4. Ton tononcle is good looking. He has a beautiful presence.

    Going further I’m calling you Lady Bird.

    Thank you for this heartwarming share ❤

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  5. Loved this, Dale, and I learned something new – realised Mononcle is similar to Monsieurdame – which I always loved during holidays in France with my monsieur of the time. But that’s another memoir altogether! Your pictures show a lovely man – who wouldn’t be glad to be recalled by twinkling eyes and laughs.

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    • Thank you, Jilly. Ah mais oui… All in one word to include all 😉
      I was going nuts because I have a bazillion photos but almost none of him!

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    • Dahlink! You went for a trip in my SPAM folder!
      I have since retrieved you (and thank you for telling me as I have been particularly negligent with this folder!)

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  6. Memories are funny like that! My “uncle”, who wasn’t my uncle, was Elvis. Okay, not the real Elvis, but in my 10-year-old eyes he was Elvis. Same build, same hair, and same bluest of blue eyes. He always called me, pumpkin. To this day, whenever I hear that term of affection I grow all warm and fuzzy. I lost uncle Elvis in 8th grade when a car accident took him from us. Our stories are similar, my friend.

    Thanks for the memories!

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  7. Hola Dale,
    Nope, I don’t see my comment from Friday. MMMmmmm … it’s that sneaky COVID intercepting computers now. LOL
    I always enjoy it when you write about your family and friends. There’s a genuine heartfelt ring in the tone. Toodles …
    Izzy 😎

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    • Thank you, Shrawls. I figured I’d share our parlance!
      And I can guarantee you NONE of my stories will include viruses, lock downs, shelter-in-place… Or even dystopia. Ever.

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