Part of the Plan – Friday Fictioneers

Good Friday on Wednesday, my peeps!  Yep.  Another week has flown by.  The sun is shining brightly but it is still cold here in Quebec.  I’m having trouble visualising spring, the snow is so high still.  If this house had been settled before yesterday, I would be on the beach with my sisters and mother!  Oh well, I’ll just have to book something after I move by May 1st.

Thank you, always to Rochelle for challenging us to write 100-word stories that hopefully entertain you!  This week she chose c.e. ayr’s photo which reminded me of Italy.

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Part of the Plan

Whose Vespa is parked outside the door?

Mine, why?

Yours? Really? Since when are you the Vespa type?

There’s a type? Where the hell did you get that notion?

Of course there is. You watch the movies. Any time there is someone driving a Vespa, they are well-to-do types who live in Italy, have al fresco parties with good food and wine and—oh… I get it…

What?

I see what you’re doing. Taking this whole visualisation thing a bit far, no? Wouldn’t it be better to just go back and visit Italy?

But I don’t want to come back.

Date Night – Who Knew? – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning, my peeps!  The sun is shining, mostly, it’s cold outside but not that bad (for us Quebecers, that is), I’ve got a nice big cappuccino keeping me warm and this fire in the picture provided by Anshu Bhojnagarwala sure helps even if it is virtual!

Always, a thank you to Rochelle Wisoff(no ‘e’)-Fields for gathering her flock to some sort of order week after week.

Have a great day!

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Date Night – Who Knew?

You bastard! Siobhan raised her hand to hit him and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her to his hard, manly body.  She opened her mouth to swear and he slammed his lips against hers, silencing her.  His undeniable desire against her belly caused her body to respond with a burning heat that rose from her—

Betsy tossed the book aside.  Good grief!  Who reads this stuff?

Steve picked up Loves Raging Fire, “Whatcha reading?”

Nothing!”

Ignoring her, he started to read aloud:

Riordan’s hand slid up Siobhan’s thigh to her —

“Whoa! Sexy!”

And so began a new date night ritual…

A Way Out – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning, my Readers!  Yep, it is snowing again.  The upside is, it is only -9°C (16°F), with barely a windchill of -11°C (12°F) – positively balmy compared to the past few days!  AmIright?  To keep us warm – those of us “enjoying” winter, how’s about a little story?  A thank you must go out to Rochelle for keeping this show going for nigh on seven years now, and to Ted Strutz, for sharing this wonderful photo.

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A Way Out

After days of walking in the woods, creating shelters out of twigs and leaves, Georgie was thrilled to see the old car.

“Hey, Fred! Looks like we found tonight’s shelter!”

“Yeah, well, I dunno.  If the windows are intact, it will be great, if not, we’ll be no better off than we’ve been so far.”

“Spoilsport.  Cushions for our poor hips!”

“Gotta hand it to you, Georgie; you are the most positive person I know.”

“You want positive?  How ’bout this?  Tomorrow, you MacGyver it and we get the hell outta here!”

“There’s positive, and there’s dreaming in Technicolor, Babe.”

CCC10 – Prisoner of the Password

Every Wednesday Crispina, over at Crimsonprose posts a photo (this week it’s that one below.)

We are to respond with something CREATIVE.  It’s pretty open and there are many forms this can take, as you can see if you click here. Whatever form we do take, must keep it at 150 words or less.  I kinda had forgotten that part so I snipped here and clipped there and hope it still comes across half-assed decently.

PRISONER OF THE PASSWORD

 

“ENTER PASSWORD TO MOVE FORWARD TOWARDS THE LIGHT!” the voice bellowed. I enter my password.

“INCORRECT!” The branches closed in a little.

Right, I had changed the password recently. I enter the new password.

“INCORRECT!” More closing in.

Shit. I send a request for a new password, hoping I’ll get the email in time…

Yesss! Thank goodness! I receive it and follow the instructions…. and get … ‘Password cannot be the same as previous one.’

Seriously? Are you kidding me?

I feel the cold creeping into my bones. Shivering, I reset, hoping this one will work and allow me to go towards the opening and heat offered by the sun.

“ENTER. MIGHT I SUGGEST YOU WRITE YOUR PASSWORDS IN A SAFE PLACE?”

This forest had quite the sense of humour. I shake my head as I move closer to the clearing, entering my new password in a note on my phone.

 

Ugly Before the Beauty – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning, my peeps!  I was so hoping this day would bring us blue skies.  Nope.  Apparently we can’t have mild(ish) and blue at the same time.  Oh well.  Might as well take this time to write, eh?  Thank you, dear Rochelle, for keeping us coming back week after week.  And what’s this?  Where did you get your hands on this picture, eh?

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Ugly Before the Beauty

 

“Oh my God!  What the hell has he done?”  Carla leaned closer, trying to see beyond the tape.

“Don’t worry so much.  It doesn’t look that bad,” assured Lucia, her head cocked to one side as if a different angle would give a better perspective.

“How the hell am I supposed to see beyond this?  Just look at it!  It’s a total disaster!” Carla wailed.

“I told you it wasn’t ready yet.”

“He said he would fix it.  He said not to worry.  He said it wouldn’t show. This is awful!”

“That’s how plastic surgery works.  Ugly before the beauty.”

 

 

No Water, Please! – Friday Fictioneers

Good Thursday evening, my peeps!  Spent a few days away up in the Laurentians, taking in the fresh air, enjoying the snow and cottage life.  Back to reality…

I canna lie… looked at this hear picture for two days and finally asked my son what he saw.  A silly story was born.  Thank you, Rochelle and Priya for stumping me this week!

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No Water, Please!

“That’s a pretty jar.  Quite colourful.  What are they, love notes?”

“Nope.  Not love notes.  Not even paper.  They’re magical, though.”

“Really?  Why are some on the table?”

“I’m not sure they’ll fit.”

“Whatchu talkin’ about!  There’s lots of room.”

“Don’t be fooled.  One drop of water and the whole thing blows.”

“Hah!  What?  Do they turn nasty like in Gremlins?”

“Something like that…”

“Wait. What? You mean if I pour some of my water on these things—

“NO!  Don’t!”

Too late to stop him, I watched in horror as the pieces on the table grew into giant foam dinosaurs.

It’s Subjective – Friday Fictioneers

Had me a little free time during my little getaway, so I figured I’d try to write a little quickie FF…  Thanks always to the lovely Rochelle for being the magnet to our metal and pulling us in every Wednesday.  This week Rochelle usurped acquired legally, J.S. Brand‘s lovely photo.

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It’s Subjective

That’s some kinda erotica you’ve got going there.

What?  No!  This is a piece of art.

Art, eh? Erotic art.  Pretty Picasso-ish, you ask me.  I mean lookit that.  You’ve got a pastie on one boob, and some kinda bandage on the other.  The belly-button is exposed and I do not know what the heck is up with the “nether regions”.  Some kinda fancy venus mons?

Get your mind out of the gutter, will ya?  Those are eyes, one with a patch!  That’s a hat, can’t you tell?

I guess it’s not what you look at, it’s what you see…