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Cello Him Home – Friday Fictioneers

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Welcome to Wednesday evening. I could not very well NOT participate this week as this is my own photo, right? Thank you, Rochelle, for enjoying my photos enough to reproduce them in paint and to use for Friday Fictioneers. I’m truly honoured. This photo was written about here, so I had to think up something else. I was inspired by a favourite movie of mine…

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Cello Him Home

Marcy leaned over from the edge of her seat, resting her arms on the railing. She loved the buzz of the the theatre filling with patrons and it thrilled her to imagine how it would feel should she be the artist all were there to watch.

She was Lyla Novacek, playing her Adagio-Moderato from Edward Elgar’s Cello Concerto in E Minor, convinced it would bring her long-lost son back into her arms. She was so into the beautiful music she nearly jumped out of her skin when the announcement boomed over the speakers:

“Bonsoir! Bienvenue au show de Francis Cabrel!”

Grounded – Friday Fictioneers

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Happy New Year my peeps!  I hope 2021 brings you much love and laughter, joy and bliss, good health and prosperity and comfort – in your home, in your relations, in your work.  We’ve all had more than enough discomfort, haven’t we?

Thank you to Rochelle for hosting this party week after week and this week for snagging asking Na’ama Yehuda for her photo which caused me much grief because, like the clouds, were my thoughts. All ajumble.

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How long she had been drifting? Weeks? Months? Years?  No matter. Time wasn’t measured up here. She was unfettered and loved the carelessness – or was it carefreeness? – of the wind, tossing her about at will, sometimes gently, lovingly; other times, violently, an exhilarating while scary feeling.

Dammit. By questioning her time spent, she knew it was over.

Reality was calling.  Gathering up the clouds, she braided them into a rope and formed a lasso.  With a flick of her wrist, she sent it out, caught the building and pulled herself until she stood atop.  Grounded once more. Ready for living.

Hangin’ Around – FF & CCC #110

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This is a rarity.  Me, combining two prompts.  But both pictures came in on the same day. And while I couldn’t think of what to write for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers nor for Crispina’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge, last night a thought came to me using both! Why not?  Plus, I added one of my own, for story’s sake.  And double plus, it’s Mick’s birthday today and he would have been 57 and he loved silly fun.  And I apologize to both of you for going over the 100 and 150 limits.  For that reason, I’m not adding my links.  No one can give me hell.

Who hung you up like Jesus on a cross, Elf?  And for goodness sakes, why?

Oh, ahh… gee. Now that you mention it… That wasn’t the look we were going for, I assure you. It’s so I don’t fall down.  And I’m up here so I can see the Christmas lights!

Well you look bloody ridiculous. And it’s daylight.

Have you looked at yourself, Scarecrow?  You’re kinda in the same position as I am but way down there.  And seriously, couldn’t you have added something bright to wear? You’re positively drab! And darkness is coming, my friend.

It’s not exactly as if I chose my outfit, yanno!  Besides, I’m actually working here.  Who has time to hang around and look at lights when there are birds to scare away? 

Dude. You have got to stop being so serious.  Let your hair down… err… you know what I mean. All work and no play makes for a boring life.

It IS getting dark… I’ll be off duty, soon.  What can you see?  Is it worth it?

Ooooohhhh… sooo pretty… We gotta find someone to jack you up!

 

A Love is Born – Friday Fictioneers

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Time for Friday Fictioneers! A thanks always goes to Rochelle for hosting this weekly party. This week’s photo is by Roger Bultot. Click on the frog below to join in on the fun!

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“Not fair! He’s younger than me but I can’t go on!”

“I will, too. Not my fault you’re short and I’m not!”

“Shut up, Aidan!”

Comes off ride, crying…

“You big baby.”

…two years later…

“I’m not going on any ride that goes upside down!”

“You’re such a chicken.”

“Hope you’re tall enough!”

“Shut up!”

“Boys! Enough! Ready to go on the Rockin’ Roller Coaster? It’ll be so cool. The whole ride is in the dark!”

“Does it go upside down, Dad?”

“Nah. Don’t worry about it.”

Iain snickers…

“That was the coolest ride, ever!”

“Even though it went upside-down?”

The Ties That Bind – Friday Fictioneers

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Late in the day but hey. We do what we can!  It’s Wednesday so time for Friday Fictioneers!  Today’s photo is brought to us by C.E.Ayr. As always, Rochelle is holding this motley crew together.  If you want to play along, just click on the frog below and add your link to your 100-word story.

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Friends forever! This string bracelet represents our friendship. I know it’s not much but it’ll do for now.  We’ll change it.  It’s a great idea, right?  Nothing can break us apart. No mean girls, no parents, no boyfriends.  We’ll always be there for each other.  Can’t you just picture us?  Two old ladies sitting on a porch still laughing and having pots of tea?

We chose to keep the string. I can hear that conversation like it was yesterday. I really did believe we would be those two old ladies one day.

I’ll never know what happened to end it.

Consequences – Friday Fictioneers

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Happy Hump Day!  As you know, we Friday Fictioneers get confused about days, so many (most) of us post on Wednesday. Whatcha gonna do but go with the crowd?  Only time I’m more of a follower…  So without further ado, let us thank Susan Eames for the use of her picture and Rochelle Wisoff(no e) Fields for hosting this party every week without fail.  Care to join? Click on the frog and add your 100-word story’s link!

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Jules!  What have you done to yourself?

Broke my ankle.

Yeah, can see that. How the heck did you manage that one?

It’s not coz I’m old and frail!

Course not.

And it couldn’t possibly be because I had my arms full of groceries and couldn’t see the step right in front of me that I missed completely.

Right. And nothing to do with being lazy and not wanting to do more than one trip from car to house, too

Right. Nothing at all to do with that!

So. How long with the boot?

Three months.

Oh joy…

…oh bliss.

You Are Not Alone – Friday Fictioneers

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How to go from nuthin’ to somethin’ in a few minutes.  This here photo by Sarah Potter had me going in so many directions, I had me some trouble choosin’ one.  So I played my turn at WWF with DK (for once, I’m ahead), came back here and wouldn’t ya know? It just happened.  I tells ya, ya gotta try this here challenge. Sure do get your ‘magination going sometimes. Rochelle is the bestest hostess with the mostest.  G’head, click on the frog below to play along.

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Th’other day, Sally was telling me that she feels a presence. She’s convinced it’s her grandma, looking out for her.  I think it’s a whole lotta hogwash but then, I never did believe in all that spirit stuff anyhow. But hey, if it works for her and she’s happy with having some kinda shadow following her around? Then, who am I to talk, right? To each his own, I say. Whatever works, yanno? I ain’t here to judge no one on their beliefs. If it gives them comfort, that’s cool.

Sure do wish I felt like I had one, though.

 

All About Balance – Friday Fictioneers

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Funny thing happened to me.  Almost one month ago, I did a CCC challenge and used this here photo as part of my response, along with a little story.  Here we are today, and Rochelle has pilfered graciously asked to use this photo for  this week’s FF.  How could I not do a continuation of my first story?  Well, yes, I didn’t have to but why not?  I like to think this stands alone (as it’s supposed to) but hey, if you desire, you can read part one (that I didn’t know would be part one) right here. And if you have an even better story to create using this image, then, please, by all means, leave your link with the frogs below.

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This is amazing.  I should not have doubted you.

You really must learn to trust me and have fun.

It’s not that I don’t trust you. I just feel sometimes you are too fanciful.

Too fanciful?  Seriously?  And where are we now?

Okay, okay.  Don’t get your knickers in a knot. You were right. This place is magical.  And warm and welcoming. And what is that delicious scent?

I believe that delicious scent is the wonderful dinner you are going to buy me.

Looks like you have a decidedly realistic streak, as well.

All about balance. Shall we find a table?

Jerusalem(a) – Friday Fictioneers

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‘Tis Wednesday!  And with seven minutes left before I start work, I threw this together. So NOT where I was planning to go with it but hey… A little fun never hurts, right?  This week, Rochelle did no pilfering, choosing her own photo – she likes to keep things on the up and up sometimes… Do join in on the fun, won’t you? Just click on the frog below and let ‘er rip. C’mon, you surely have 100 words in you somewhere…

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I need to get away from here.

Why?

Just feel that I need to find myself.

For Pete’s sake. You’re into that woo woo bullshit stuff?

Not really. Just trying to say that I’m feeling a need to be alone and away from everything.

So, where do you want to go?

I was thinking Israel.

Really? Why? You’re not even Jewish.

I dunno. I’ve heard lots of nice things about Jerusalem.

Ahhhh.

Jerusalema ikhaya lami
Ngilondoloze
Uhambe nami
Zungangishiyi lana

Ah shit!  Thanks a lot.  Now I’m gonna have that song in my head all day!

There are worst things…

Working From Home – Friday Fictioneers

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Happy Hump Day, Peeps!  What does today bring?  Why, so glad you asked… It brings us Friday Fictioneers that we have all (most of us) taken to writing on Wednesdays. It’s a thing unexplainable.  This week, our beloved leader has pilfered her own photo for the prompt.  Wanna take a stab at it?  G’head, click on the frog below and add your own 100-word story!

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Working From Home

What a golden opportunity has arisen during these crazy times!  Just as one seasonal job was coming to an end, another appeared, only this time the commute would be from my bedroom to my kitchen.  I could, like many, work in my pyjamas because… who’s to see?  No, that’s not me.  It’s one thing to lounge in one’s pj’s on a rainy Sunday, bingeing on some show or movies; it’s quite another to go to work thus, even if said work is in your home.

And you’ll never see me going to a restaurant in mine, not even Olive Garden!