Purple Preoccupation – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday. It’s time to try to write a 100-word story with beginning, middle and end using this picture as inspiration. Some days a bunch of ideas get jumbled together only to be tossed aside by an earworm. Go figure. Sometimes, you just gotta go with the flow! If you want to play along, just click on my singing frog below and add your link. G’head, you know you wanna….

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Abeka | Clip Art | Singing Frog—with a black vest and bow tie

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Purple Preoccupation

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Stop!

You don’t like?

No! Major earworm!

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What’s wrong with you?

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You fixated on the colour purple or something?

Yeah, I guess you could say that.

Why?

See that picture up there?

Yeah, so?  Ohhhh… lemme guess.  Rochelle’s prompt?

Yeah. Had an idea about the results of an eye operation left me seeing all things purple.

Sounds lame.

Right. So?

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Weekend Writing Prompt #203 – Absurd

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.  Fun word to play with and I went a little silly 😉 Thank you, Sammi!

Hey, what’s this?

I’ve decided to become an artist.

Really? Just like that?

Indeedy.

What type of art are you attempting?

Not attempting. Doing.  And I’ve decided that I don’t like too many details so I’ve chosen Absurd Art.

You mean Abstract.

What?

It’s called Abstract.

Says who?

Everyone who knows anything about art, that’s who.

Dang. Now I feel absurd.

No Go – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #124

Went through some of my pictures and came up with an idea to go with Crispina’s picture. Then the idea didn’t really go anywhere, so I decided to, once again, piggyback onto Na’ama’s lovely story.  Consider it part two to her part one. Found here. Crispina says we are to have fun, fun, fun… so I did, did, did!

No Go

“Aaron.  What the hell are you doing?”

“Well, Ella, I’m helping to ‘make it work’ as you said when we got here. I know the stairs are steep and I know they are rotted but you know it’s just a question of time before some curiosity seekers decide to risk it.  While those who do not know the path won’t find it from below, I figured I’d add a little extra deterrent to those who come from above.”

“I have to admit it’s quite something. The flowers are a nice touch, too.  You’re not worried it almost looks inviting?”

“Nah.  I figure people will admire my structure, wonder what it used to be, take some pictures and keep on hiking.”

“Let’s hope there aren’t others out there who are more inclined to explore…”

“Now who’s being a Negative Nelly?  Don’t worry, we are gonna be fine.”

 

 

Look at Them – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #122

It’s been a while since I’ve participated in Crispina’s challenge.  I could not resist this one!  Thanks for hosting, my friend!

Oh, look at those two!

Would you look at those two?

What? What about them?

What that Muslim couple?

Aren’t they the sweetest?

Muslim? Where did you get that idea?

Yeah, I suppose. They must be newlyweds.

Well, look. He’s ahead and she’s behind, in her place.

Awww. Remember when it was us? Side by side all lovey-dovey…

What an assumption!  I think he’s just waiting for her to catch up.

Hey, we still have our moments! Come here and let me remind you.

Right.  Now that you mention it, he kinda does look like he’s waiting for her.

Oh you… Don’t move! I’m coming!

They look like a sweet old couple to me

We’ll show those young’uns how it’s done!

I hope that’s us one day…

Le Trois Fait le Mois

Le trois fait le mois, si le cinq ne le défait pas

                                ~ old proverb

It means:  The third determines the month, if the fifth doesn’t reverse (or undo) it.

I can’t explain why they use this particular expression, especially in March, except that this is the craziest month of the year. Don’t try to talk me out of it!  It’s like a teenager with all their hormones outta wack.  Monday, March 1st, was a glorious day, here on the south shore of Montreal. Meltage was happening, mini lakes were forming, the temps were above freezing.  You could smell spring was in the air.  Of course, that also meant lots of muck! But it was a wonderful 4ºC (40ºF) – now, to some of you not used to this, you might think it’s cold. Nay. Not to us.

And then, that very same night, just as I was heading for bed, the winds picked up ferociously.  Things were banging on the roof, against the house – I was sure I was going to wake up to a yard full of debris.  Nope.  Just my shovels in the middle of my driveway.  But boy did that wind bring a bitter, go-to-your-bones cold.  What in the blessed fuck?  The type of cold that makes your jacket crinkle, your nostrils stick together and you wonder if you’ve been teleported to the South Pole. Or North Pole. Both – at the same time. (Yeah, I stole this from you, Marc 😉 ).  I dunno what happens to the human body.  You get a couple of mild days and suddenly you turn into a solid wimp when the temps dip down to -28ºC (-18ºF).

By the way, it was too damn cold to take a picture, so these will have to do!  (Friday’s moon)

Wednesday morning dawns (and this was the day this post was to go up because it was the third, but yanno… life and all that) and it’s snowing. But not just any snow. The snow globe kinda snow.  So Zeke and I took a morning before work walk.

Lunchtime came around and out I went again because steps to be had!  The sun was shining and the temperature was just right.  I made my way down to the Parc du Bois de Brouage to “my” river.  I stepped as close to the little bridge-like stone walkway as I felt was safe, and clicked away. And then it wasn’t.  Through the crust I went. Up to above my ankles… and I was wearing hiking boots – that go up to your ankles. Boot full of water. Cold water. Friggen cold water. Turns out it was time to turn back home anyway… a twenty-minute walk.  OY!

Not one to cry over things, I sloshed-stepped-sloshed-stepped my way home, changed my socks (amazed I could still feel my ankle) and made myself my lunch. I didn’t quite have my steps come five o’clock so closed up the work computer and back out I went! The sun was such a show-off and turned Zeke golden! He’s been loving the fact I bring him out twice per day for short walks.  Those hips are not getting any younger but his enthusiasm is still there. For short wslks, anyway.

What did Thursday bring?  More cold. More wind. Ugh. I did manage to get out there for a morning and after-work walk with Zeke and at lunch, it got cut short when I ran into a friend and we jibber-jabbered.  It wasn’t as horrible as Tuesday but far from lovely like Monday.

Yesterday? Cold. More cold. -7ºC – feels like -15ºC (19ºF feels like 5ºF). As a native Montrealer, this is not really that bad. But for some strange reason, after the mild that we had?  It feels so cold! Plus the wind was rather not fun and tried to pierce through – nothing like Tuesday.  Still, optimist that I am, I did enjoy the blue of the sky and captured the noon moon.

Which brings us to today.  March 5th.  Seems like we have a cold month ahead of us if we believe that old proverb mentioned at the top.  Went for my morning walk with Zeke. -11ºC feels like -20ºC (12ºF feels like -4ºF).   And it’ll only warm up by a couple of degrees come time for my noontime walk. Sigh.

Even Zeke is discouraged.

I hate March.  Only good thing about it, is the last day… coz that’s the day Iain came into the world.  The rest?  The cold, the muck, the cold, the major snowstorms – ever notice some of the major doozies happen in March?

 

 

One Day – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning!  It’s not too bad here. Might even get a chance to see the sun peeping through the clouds.  In the meantime, would you lookit that? Rochelle chose my photo for this week’s Friday Fictioneers.  Can’t very well skip this week, can I?  If you would like to try your hand at writing 100-word stories, do click on the frog below and add your link.  G’head, it’s a lot of fun and sharpens your writing skills,

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One Day

One day, I’ll be the one in the front. Singing backup is great and all but I wanna be the star!

You need to remember your place and keep harmony with the rest of us.  That’s what we were hired to do and do it well.

Don’t get me wrong. I really do love singing with y’all but I know I got the pipes for more.

Maybe so. But you can’t be trying to upstage her; she’ll fire your diva-acting ass.

Or, maybe… she’ll be cool like Gloria Estefan was to Jon Secada and give me a shot.

Dreamer.

Absolutely.

I’m Sure I’ll Miss You

A little dVerse quadrille, using the required “Go” word. Funny how you can have a set idea and then one little word sets you in the wrong direction.  Nothing a little sleep can’t cure, right?

Kitchen’s clean when I get home

Counter’s free of mess

No banged nose trying to open the door

shoes make good doorstops, I guess

You’re moving out you say?

You’ll miss us, when we go

no more complaining for you

Sad (perhaps) but true

 

Lost in the Box – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday and I woke up early. Rather than toss and turn to get sleep that surely wouldn’t come, what better than to write a Friday Fictioneers while having my first cuppa?  This was stream of consciousness all the way.  Now excuse me whilst I return to my memories… and while I do that, you g’head and click on the frog to add your own 100-word story or read others, if ya like, that is!

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Lost in the Box

Hey, Mom!  Hello?  Earth to Dale, you there?

Sorry!  I got lost in the box for a moment there.

What box?

Rochelle gave us this prompt this week.  A photo by Ted Strutz.

Lame.  Besides the cremated remains, that is. Ewww. Could you imagine receiving that in the mail?

Never mind that.  When I saw the prompt I knew I had to go find mine.

So? What’s in it?

Old letters and cards.

So. Junk, then.

So. Not. Junk.  I just randomly picked up a letter from my late friend Roxanne. My goodness, I was seventeen again. Just like that!

Weekend Writing Prompt #195 – Gargantuan

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments. I’m totally cheating by using quotes!  Thank you to Sammi for hosting! For the full Louis CK quote, just click on the – I wasn’t going to totally cheat.  The full quote is, after all, 80 words long 😉

Mark Twain said:

“Substitute ‘damn’ every time you’re inclined to write ‘very;’ your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be.”

Okay then.  It was not very difficult; it was awesome and amazingly challenging…

Hmmm, not quite.  To quote Louis CK,

“As humans, we waste the shit out of our words. It’s sad. We use words like ‘awesome’ and ‘wonderful’ like they’re candy. It was awesome? Really? It inspired you to awe? It was wonderful? Are you serious?

How about this?  It was a gargantuan task to climb Mount Washington.

Price of Peace and Quiet – Friday Fictioneers

How could I resist Rochelle’sDOUBLE-DOG DARE YOU TO NOT write a story that has to do with lockdown, quarantine or the big C-19″ using this photo by Trish Nankivell? I could not.  Not that I have in the last almost eleven months, but still.  It’s time for Friday Fictioneers. Click on the frogs below to read more stories or to add your very own!.

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Price of Peace and Quiet

Lianne sighed in pleasure, relishing the quiet.  She took a sip of her coffee, picked up her book and started reading. Less than a paragraph in she stopped, realising it was too quiet.

“Daisy?  Whatchu doing, honey?”  No answer.  No bueno.  Peace and quiet always comes at a price.

As she entered the playroom, Daisy jumped on her.

“Hi Mommy!  Come and play with me!”

Lianne looked at the long strips of toilet paper that went the length of the room. and the stack of empty rolls at the end.

“Bowling?”

Daisy handed her a full roll. “You go first!”