Lawsy I’m late! I am just shy of midnight on this Wednesday evening. I admit I was a tad stumped on this one. Started and rejected more than a few. Gave up and went to work. Didn’t have time to scribble any ideas before I left regular work to go help out a caterer for his first big shindig. Came home, forced myself to walk around the block with Zeke despite my already 20K+ steps taken today. Plopped myself down on the sofa and here is the result!
This week our leader Rochelle, chose a picture from c.e. ayr. Thanks to both! Click on the frog below to read other submissions or go crazy, and add your own!
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Movie Over Book
“Life of Pi.”
“Life of Pie? What kind? Blueberry, strawberry—”
“No, silly! Not pie with an ‘e’ but just P-I. The story is about a boy named Pi Patel.”
“His full name is Piscine.”
“What? Like a pool?”
“That’s awful. His parents were mean.”
“Tell me more?”
“He’s alone on a boat with a tiger.”
“A tiger? Woah!”
“Why don’t you read it yourself?
“Ugh. Read a whole book? It’s too big! Did they make a movie?”
“Cool. I’ll go see it, won’t have to read it.”
Good Wednesday afternoon, my peeps! Hope your day is as fabulous as mine! (Got cut from work coz of the rain so… a rain day – think snow day in winter.)
I looked at this picture and thought… dang. Then I sent it to my lovely buddy Marco (a man can be lovely, right?) over at Sorryless who said: Huitzilopochtli! And I said: “How the fuck do you remember a name like ‘Huitzilopochtli’?” His response: “Because he was an Aztec God.” Uh. Okay then. The man is brilliant, what can I say? A whole discussion ensued and using bits and pieces and The Wickepedia, this nonsense was born.
Thanks to our birthday girl, Rochelle for hosting this weekly party and thanks go out to Penny Gadd for
causing me grief, I mean making me work… 🙂
As always, click on Monsieur Frogue below to add your 100-word story inspired by this image or to read others…
“Good God, Grace. What the hell kinda plant is that? It’s positively evil-looking!”
“No idea, Steve. I call him ‘Quetzalcoatl‘.
“Quetzalcoatl. Looks more like Huitzilopochtli but he was into sacrifices. Can’t have that.”
“You’re weird. It looks like tentacles waiting for me to come close enough to grab.”
“You watch too many horror movies. It’s affected your perception. I call him that because I’ve been reading about the Aztec gods. He was the god of wind, air and learning or wisdom and it seemed fitting to put him up there. Don’t you think?”
“I think you read too much.”
It has been Thursday for 16 minutes already but here I am, finally getting my Friday Fictioneers story up. I wrote a whole story at work and then decided… meh. So I flushed it. Then I did a little research because this is what I really wanted to share and voilà, here I am!
Thank you, always, to Rochelle for being here week after week, gathering us crazy peeps together. This week, she chose Linda Kreger‘s fabulous photo.
Wanna play along? Click on the blug frog below to add your link!
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Dick and Rick
Dick and June were told to put Rick into an institution when he was born. He would never amount to anything as he was a spastic quadriplegic with cerebral palsy. They dismissed them as they noticed their son’s eyes followed them when they moved and lit up when they spoke to him.
Ignoring all naysayers, they treated Rick like any normal kid and eventually got what they needed for Rick to be able to communicate.
A love of sports was all Dick needed to be his son’s arms and legs to participate in his first race.
Team Hoyt was born.
“Dad, when I’m running, it feels like I’m not handicapped.”
Good Wednesday morning, my peeps. The leader of this band of misfits, Rochelle, has borrowed one of my very own pictures this week. This lovely restaurant, called Ta Chido (That’s Cool 😉 ) in the Mile End area of Montreal is where my buddy, Julie, and I ended up when we were on a Cubano Sandwich Search. We had given up on that quest and landed in this Mexican Snack-Bar, which turned out quite delightful.
Should you be tempted to come up with a 100-word story for this pic, just click on the frog below and add your link!
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Consuela stood back and admired her handiwork. The colours were bright and there were bits and pieces of home, reminding her of all the stories her Abuelita Rosaria told her. Her customers loved it, calling it kitschy yet charming.
“Go, Niña. Leave this dead-end town and start anew somewhere else. There is nothing for you and your talents here.”
“I can’t leave you, Abuelita!”
“I am an old woman. I have done what I was meant to. You, on the other hand, are being stifled here.”
Misty-eyed with memories, she smiled, determined to live her dream, just like she promised.
Welcome to Wednesday, my friends! It is time for another edition of Friday Fictioneers, brought to us by the wonderful Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week, we have the pleasure of using her hubby Jan Fields‘ photo. Should you want to add your own 100-word story, just click on the blue frog below. G’head, let’s see what this one does for you!
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I Can Do It Myself
“Holy Hannah, Holly! What happened?”
“Nothing,” she growled through gritted teeth. “Just a little hiccup, is all.”
“Hiccup? Sure ’bout that? Looks more like a hurricane hit!”
“Shut up. Everything was going up just fine and then I dunno what happened. The whole thing collapsed.”
Henry tried to keep a straight face. “Any chance something is upside down?”
“Probably! Everything looks upside down, now!”
“Say the word, and I’m all yours, your Handyman Extraordinaire.”
“I just wanted to do it myself, yanno? Show I’m capable.”
Henry hugged her. “You’re more than capable. But you don’t have to do it alone.”
Good Wednesday morning, my readers. I hope your weather has cooled a bit as ours has. (Those who have been cooking these past weeks, that is) Rochelle is busy sunning herself on the beaches of South Carolina and has rerun this picture by Randy Mazie from December 2013. It’s before my time so is new to me! Thank you, Rochelle, for hosting even when you are out gallivanting!
Click on the blue frog below if you wanna add your own 100-word story. G’head, don’t be shy!
G’head click me
He would have to use a surreptitious, if not furtive, approach to getting close to her as her barriers were firmly in place. He wondered briefly why this was so then dismissed it as unimportant. He was not attracted to easy.
Bit by bit, moment by moment, day by day, he made progress, searching for and finding her every vulnerability, fulfilling her every desire. Her barricades crumbled as he charmed and wove his way in.
When she was finally completely consumed by him, he strangled the life out of her. He got what he wanted and was no longer attracted.
For you those of you who’ve passed by a tad later, you are lucky, well, I like to think so, anyway, in that I have written the follow up of this here tale. To read it, just click here.
Good Wednesday morning, my peeps! ‘Tis another beautiful day in my neighbourhood. Last night’s rain has cooled things off somewhat, though apparently we have another chance for more thunder showers this afternoon. I’ll take it. My grass no longer has a tint of green to it. Or barely.
This week, Rochelle chose a photo from Ted Strutz… A thank you to both of you for your part in these shenanigans this week. This has brought me down memory lane again as, frankly, this water plane made me think of Mick and his love for fishing.
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“Rog, it’s gonna be so cool. Your office boyfriend Mario invited me to join him and his buddies on a fishing trip. You’re cool with that?”
“You keep stealing my boyfriends!” I laughed.
“Yeah, yeah. Get this. We first have to drive for miles to the middle of nowhere, then take a water plane further north. Coolest fishing trip ever.”
“How can I say no?”
His enthusiasm was contagious.
Back at work, Mario told me Mick hit it off so well with his buddies that if they did it again, and were missing a spot, they’d take Mick over him!
While looking for the photos of this said trip, I landed on the video Mick’s friend Paul made to honour his best friend. They went on many a fishing trip together; both of them avid fishermen…