Choosing the Light – Friday Fictioneers

Good Friday morning, my peeps.  I sure hope your neck of the woods isn’t too wet or cold or snowy.  It’s a gross morning here.  First there was snow and now it is raining and windy.  It’s gonna be a crappy drive into work.  Why do I not work from home, again?  Oh yeah. Cuz I have the knack to choose the wrong job.  Will fix that right quick in the new year, tell you what!  So… For two days now I’ve been struggling to come up with something for this photo for Friday Fictioneers.  Can’t not play, eh?  It is my photo and it would just be rude to diss the boss.  This time of year is a challenging one for me (and for many others, I do not doubt) and it’s nigh on impossible to not focus on all the happenings that have happened in December for the past thirteen years – with a new one added less than a week ago, no less.  Not very original, either, as this is pretty much autobiographical.  C’est la vie!  Should you wish to play along or read what others have come up with, just click on the frog below and add your link.  If I don’t manage to come back to blog, I shall wish you all a very Merry Christmas, a Happy Hanukkah or whatever it is you celebrate!

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How does she do it, you think?

Do what?

Always find the light, the silver lining, the positive.  It’s annoying, actually.

You’re just jealous because you’re an old crabby-ass.

Am not!

Okay, you’re not. Always.

Hmph!  Still.  With all the shit she has been through, you’d think she would be sad.

Maybe that’s why she focuses on the light.  Because she knows the dark. Sounds cliché, but truth, don’t you think?

True.  She probably does have sad moments but keeps them to herself.

Exactly.

What say we drop by and say hello? The light’s on.

I think she’d love it.

 

Ghosted – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Thursday and I’m a day “late” for Friday Fictioneers.  Which is silly, I know; it’s not Friday, for goodness sakes!  I wasn’t even going to play, waiting for something to help me move my previous story forward, but then the muse hit with this and it would be foolish to diss the muse when she shows, right?  Right.  So.  Hey, click here to find the ins and outs on how to play this here game and once you’ve got the how-to’s all set up, then click on the frog below and add your link to your 100-words story.  Thank you to Rochelle for hosting and this week, thanks go out to Lisa Fox for this great image.

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I cannot believe she ghosted me!  Me!

Why are you so special?  You may be handsome but you can be quite the dick.

I don’t get left.  I do the leaving.

Excuse me.  Are you not the one who left her hanging?  Not once.  Not twice.  But at least thrice?

Thrice?  Listen to you.  You think you’re so smart.

I’m smart enough to be honest and treat a woman with respect.  It’s about time you get a taste of your own medicine.

To hell with her.  I can get any chick I want.

You will never learn.

What’s to learn?

 

Eilene Lyon read this and said it made her think of a Lynyrd Skynyrd song and I think it fits so well, I just had to add it!

 

One Day… Soon – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday.  That means Friday Fictioneers and this week I almost had to play as there were more than a few requests for a follow up to my previous story.  I had not officially planned to but when I saw this image, well… how could I resist?  Should you desire, the first part can be found here.   This week our illustrious (or is it illustrated?) leader, Rochelle, has chosen an image from Roger Bultot.  Thank you to both of you!

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Her chin rested on her palm, elbow on the table, daydreaming. She occasionally took a sip of her coffee as she watched passersby on the other side of the window.  It had become her Friday morning ritual; a time to dream, breathe, read, write. It gave her a sense of grace and gratitude. Her gaze fell on him standing there, looking in. Again. Was he stalking her? Somehow, it didn’t feel menacing. What was he waiting for?  He took a step, stopped, shook his head, squared his shoulders and, with a determined step, made for the door.  Soon was now

One Day – Friday Fictioneers

Well, well, well… would you look at that?  Rochelle really is sneaky!  She must have missed my participation coz why else would she lift ask me to “John Hancock” my photo.  Not to subtle, my friend!  But that’s okay coz it HAS been a good long while and maybe my mojo is slowly coming back, just like my remodel is coming together… not quite there yet but almost functional!  Should you want to place, just click on Rochelle’s name to be brought to her site for the how-to’s and once you see how easy-peasy it is, add your link to your 100-word story by clicking on my frog below. G’head, you know you want to!

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She sat there daydreaming, or was she reading? head resting on her hand; elbow, anchored to the table.  She took an absent-minded sip of coffee now and again.  It was a Friday morning ritual that had now become his.  His being to gaze at her through the sheer curtain of the restaurant.  No, he wasn’t stalking her – never something so creepy as that!  He just marvelled at her sense of peace.  She seemed to be at ease with herself and, while he really wanted to make her acquaintance, he was afraid to disrupt that sense quiet grace.  Maybe next week…

It’s Terrasse Time! – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday, my peeps!  It’s Friday Fictioneers Day and I could not resist this photo.  It kinda called me to do a certain sequel to my story from a couple weeks ago.  As always, a thank you to Rochelle, our fearless leader, who, while still frolicking in the ocean, still manages to host our weekly shindig.  Should you want to join in and write a story inspired by Roger Bultot’s photo, then click on the frogs below to add your link!

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Since you didn’t like my choice last time we got together, you pick.

It was disgusting.  And great, it’s terrasse weather.  I know just the place.

Terrace weather, you mean.

Terrasse, terrace. The important thing is we sit outside.

In the shade?

Yes, in the shade.

Okay.  Meet you there?

7:00 pm.

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This is your choice?

Yes, this is my choice.

You thought my tables looked like toilets, what the hell is this?

Art.

Art? It’s graffiti!

Stop. The food and drinks are worth it.

They better be.

At least we won’t feel crowded.

Why does that bring me no comfort?

 

It’s Gonna Be a Bumpy Ride – Friday Fictioneers

Hello my peeps.  Lovely to see you on this first hump day in August.  How it is already August when July was barely a day long is beyond me, but I digress.  Rochelle may be off cavorting in the ocean on vacay but she still manages to host this weekly shindig.  She is a rockstar, eh?  When I saw this photo by the super-talented Sandra Crook, I knew exactly where I wanted to go.  Then I remembered (vaguely) that I was pretty sure I had written about this experience before. Dang it!  A search revealed that I did.  Back in June, 2017.  Wait… back in 2017… who the hell is gonna remember it anyhow, right?  Right.  And, hey, it happens that others repost old stuff.  This is more of a rearranging.  Apologies to those who do remember it.  I was surprised to see the number of Fictioneers from then who are still around today.  Hope the newbies enjoy… If you’ve got an idea for a 100-word original story, then by all means, do click on the frog below and add your link.  G’head. It’s fun 🙂

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“Total gridlock, Mon, in Sint Maarten! We’re gonna miss the boat!”

The walkie-talkie crackled with Sébastien’s voice.  “If I make a move, you guys gonna follow?”

“Hah!  Go?  There’s nowhere to go!”  Mick grumbled.

Karl’s voice came on, “We’re in!”

Suddenly Sébastien’s jeep, followed closely by Karl’s, passed us on the left.  On the sidewalk.  People scurried out of the way.

“Are they stupid?”

“You best be stupid, too, if you don’t wanna miss the boat!”  I yelled.  The song “Bumpy Ride” came on the radio. Serendipity? A sign?

“Put the music up louder!”

“Whoo hoo!  Go, Daddy, Go!”

 

 

 

Happy Wife, Free Man? – Friday Fictioneers

Well, well, well… Would you look at this coinkidink?  It is the Brilliant Birthday Boy Bill’s photo today!  And Rochelle chose today to use it for Friday Fictioneers. How cool is that? Well, I, for one, think it is so there.  So, apologies, Bill and Yolonda.  I done used ya.  But all in good fun, o’ course!  Should you have a great 100-word story you’d like to share, inspired by this here photograph, just click on the frog below and add your link. Easy peasy!

Oh, and Happy Birthday Bill!! 😘

Photo by Brazen Birthday Boy Bill Reynolds

 

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Quite the spread you have here, Bill.

Thanks.  There’s a shit-ton of work to do but that’s okay.  Work never killed nobody.

Beg to differ—

Shaddap! You know what I mean; don’t be so pedantic.

Just pulling your leg.  How far’s it go?

I have about 50 acres in all.

Holy shit!  What are gonna do with all that space?

The wife wants a greenhouse. This one seems to have good bones, so it’s a start.

What about you?

Once she’s happy puttering in her flowers, I’ll be free to do what I want.

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That’s what you think!

Oh, hey, Yolonda…

Design Flaws – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday.  Oh. Em. Gee…. So, this happened!  I wasn’t gonna but then, with fifteen minutes left to work, I didn’t want to start something I couldn’t finish so I looked at the FF prompt and suddenly a story popped into my head.  How do you like them apples, Rochelle? Fleur Lind’s photo sent me nowhere I thought it would.   Should you have a grand idea inspired by this photo, then please click on the frog below and add the link to your 100-word story.

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Hey!  Good timing!  I didn’t order you anything yet, since I wasn’t sure what your mood was.

Smart.  It’s like you know me.

I do.  Are you in a bourbon mood?  Beer? Martini?  Couldn’t chance it, yanno?

Hah!  Smartass.  What is UP with this table?

Funky design, eh?

Crappy, if you ask me.

Crappy?

Yeah, it looks like a toilet bowl.  It’s gross.

Jesus. The things you see…

Babe. Seriously. Look at it!  They could at least have made the inside white.

Oh, great. Now all I can see is diarrhea.

Guzzle that. We are outta here.

Copy that.  Next!

 

Off the Rails, They Said – Friday Fictioneers

Well golly-gee whitkicker.  I shoulda known when I woke up at 5 and could not fall back asleep that my day was not gonna go according to plan.  I gave up on sleep, dressed, grabbed my camera and planned to drive just to the overpass to capture the early morning light; so of course my exit was closed, forcing me onto the highway and well, while I was there, might as well go allllll the way to the end and maybe be lucky enough to capture a heron or something.  Got eaten alive by the skeeters whilst attempting.  Couldn’t stay long as I had to get back, do my yoga and take a shower before work.  But hey, it was still early so I’d be able to do my FF… it is, after all, my photo and all.  But nooooo… Start my smoothie, leaving the addition of the frozen fruit till after my shower, so I could sip and write.  Take said shower and, hmmm… the house is awfully quiet. Except for the beep of my alarm system telling me there was no power.  So, no smoothie, no uploading of photos, no writing of FF… And then, work was so darn busy, I couldn’t even be a bad employee and write it there!

Apologies for my long preamble.  Thanks Rochelle for choose my pic!  The one good thing is, this morning, I heard this song and I thought, that could work… Miracles of miracles, I did not forget my plan and here I am, inspired by it!  My story is squished between the photo and the song 😉  Should you be inspired to play along, just click on the frog below and add you 100-word link!

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Off the Rails, They Said

A too-sharp mind was what she had, they said.   That she was spinning out of control and needed to dull the edges.  That’s what they told her, anyway.  And really, what reason did she have to not believe them?  She knew she had been erratic and they feared for her. It was love, they said.  They loved her.  Here, they said, take these pills, you’ll feel so much better.  So she choked them down and went from full-speed ahead to barely a crawl.  If she could just make it to her bed, it would all stop. She’d be just fine.

 

Fairy Tale Redux – Friday Fictioneers

Wednesday is here and – gasp!  I am participating for the second week in a row!  Wild.  Rochelle is both hostess and photographer, this week.  A thanks goes out to you, Miss Thang, for being at your post week after week.

I fear I have lacked originality this week but so be it. It is what it is and for some strange reason, the idea I had before starting to type was something completely different but my brain could not seem to control my fingers. It’s my story and I’m sticking to it 😉  Should you have a better take, they please, by all means, click on the frog below and add your link!  G’head! I’d love to read it 🙂

 

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Tell me a story, please, Mom.

Fairy tale or a real story?

Fairy tale.  Real life is too unbelievable.

Hah!  Gotcha.  Classic?  Rumpelstiltskin?

With your twist.

That’s my girl!  Lemme see…

“Once upon…”

Really, Mom?

Shhh. Quiet.  “Once upon a time a farmer’s daughter met a goofy-looking elf.  He had these sweet powers and could turn anything to gold.  So they partnered up and made a fortune selling golden strands of wool.  He really wanted a kid so they adopted one.  He stayed home, while she took care of business.”

Why adopt?

Lots of ragamuffins back then.

Win-win for all.