Our Special Place – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday, my peeps!  It’s been a while since I played Friday Fictioneer.  I was inspired by the book I am reading.  A special thank you to Penny Gadd for the use of her photo and to our hostess with the mostest, Rochelle for being there through thick and thin.  Should you wish to play, just click on the frogs below and add the link to your own one-hundred-word story!  G’head! It’s fun!

Two green frogs swimming in the water of a little lake, between the water plants. The larger male is following the female during mating time. Seen fro Stock Photo - Alamy

Click to play!

Our Special Place

From the first weekend after school ended until the weekend it started up again, we lived at great-grandpa’s cottage.  Though he was long gone, we refused to call it anything else.  It felt disrespectful to rename it since he is the one who built it.

I remember the summer Bill arrived.  We were ten and twelve.  Though he was younger than I, we hit it off from the get.  Our days were spent lazing in “my” hidden pool, away from all the other cottages.

Summer after summer, our friendship grew.  Who knew I would end up marrying my best friend?

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #222 – Glow

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 was going somewhere totally different had I done this yesterday. But yesterday, I decided to not play in the blogosphere.  And today was a day that deserved a mention.

wk 222 glow

One yearyear ago today your life was snuffed out.  You were but twenty-two years old.  So much living ahead of you. It is so hard not to ask the question “Why?”  But then, why not? We are not in control of these things.

We move forward without the physical you. And we congregate with your parents and your loved ones; all the people your glowing persona touched in one way or another.

We raise a glass to you and consider ourselves blessed that your light touched us, no matter how briefly.

To you, Pat.

Weekend Writing Prompt #220 – Oasis

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.  Thank you, Sammi!

wk 220 oasis

It can be found

in a tropical paradise

a cabin in the woods

even, within the walls of your home

We each have our own vision of where to find it

My oasis?

Is within the circle of your arms

Petite Rivière Rouge

De Jackson, aka WhimsyGizmo hosted dVerse Quadrille yesterday.  Took me some finagling to get my 44 words to where I was willing to share them.  I shoulda chosen another subject because now my memories have come flooding in and this limitation is causing me grief!

 

Petite Rivière Rouge

where childhood memories were made

 

Pépère¹ bulldozed river rocks;

a sandy cove to protect our feet

 

When not being fished,

crapet-soleil² nibbled our toes

 

Rocks have since rolled back

and the river seems more

like a stream to our adult eyes

 


¹Pépère means “Gramps”

²Crapet-soleil is a fish, that, I just learned, is called Pumpkinseed fish – we are never too old to learn 🙂

MFFP - Poissons du Québec - Crapet-soleil

Making the Rounds – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday and you know what that means, right?  That’s right!  It’s Friday Fictioneers time!  This week, thanks go to the lovely Na’ama Yehuda, who may or may not know that it is her picture being used this week. 😉  No worries, she’ll find out soon enough, eh?  As always, thanks to Rochelle for hosting this weekly shindig!  If you want to play along, add your link to your own 100-word story by click on the frog below.

Personalized Hand Painted Frog Christmas Ornament | Etsy

For God sakes Emma, did you see what the Richardson’s did to their yard?  They’ve put fake snow and decorated their outside trees.  I’m pretty sure I saw a Christmas tree in their living room window!

Yes, that’s right.  Glad to see your eyes are working

Why the hell for?  It’s July for Christ’s sake.

Their daughter Bessie doesn’t have long with this world and they want her to have one last Christmas.

Oh damn, that is so sad.  I’ve an idea!

What are you doing?

Call the neighbours and put on your coat, hat and mitts, we’re going carolling!

 

 

Resiliency, Thy Name is Noëlla

It was prosery (144 words max, not including the title and no poetry allowed) Monday yesterday for dVerse. I’m late but hey, c’est la vie, I say… Lisa at Tao-Talk is hosting and went down a rabbit hole that started with Alice Walker and her interest in Zora Neale Hurston.  So, Lisa landed on the following quote, which we must use:

No, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.

                                      ~Zora Neale Hurston, from “How Does it Feel to be Colored Me” in World Tomorrow (1928).

Reading that phrase immediately brought to mind my grandmother, who was also my godmother, and to whom I have been compared (it thrills me).  No, she never used this phrase but its essence is definitely Noëlla to me.

You were my hero from the moment I was old enough to understand the stories. How you were the eldest of fifteen children and had you a choice, would have had none of your own – yet birthed seven.  How you lived in lumberjack shacks where the sun shone through the cracks and the water froze in the kettle overnight. How you had the strength to leave your alcoholic husband to raise your kids on your own – and were judged for it by the Nuns who taught your kids.  How you survived the death of all three of your sons over the years.  How you became a businesswoman, despite a grade-three education.

“No, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.”

I know you were saying it’s up to you to make or break your life.

I Will Wait – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #139

I haven’t participated in a Crimson’s Creative Challenge in eons.  I saw this image yesterday and had a great idea and a “matchy-matchy” photo.  But then, this morning, I read David Kanigan’s post and it just fit with the image so I decided to totally steal from him, and then had to use another photo. After all, Crispina says anything goes:  answering photo, caption, quote… so, quote it is!  Thank you, David 😉

But then, this is not really my thing. While I feel this was a nice way to respond to the challenge, I still felt I should write a little something of my own, so my two cents’ worth, inspired by Merwin’s poem and yet another image, is after;)

If we are separated I will
try to wait for you
on your side of things

your side of the wall and the water
and of the light moving at its own speed
even on leaves that we have seen
I will wait on one side

while a side is there

— W.S. Merwin, “Travelling Together”  from The Rain in the Trees

While we are separated, I will
think of you
from my side of things

I will walk the dappled paths
that meander along the water
knowing that time and light will do their thing
until the day we can
hand in hand
play with the shadows

trying to hold time still

Overdue

Do you remember when we called cancer the C-word?  The pandammit changed all that so that the new C-word is Covid or Corona or Calvaire (French swear word for misery) and goddammit-all-to-hell-we’re-fed-up-of-being-locked-up-and-not-being-able-to-see-friends Crap.

That said, while I have avoided whining about it or blogging about it, I’ve made mention in passing and since we are starting to see a sort of glow at the end of the tunnel… I don’t dare say more for fear of potentially jinxing anything – right. Like I have any kind of power of that sort!  Still. Why take unnecessary chances?

This past Thursday was our St-Jean-Baptiste holiday in Quebec.  I, for one, can become quite Québécoise by indulging in the old tunes I very much enjoyed do when I was a teenager (and still).  My eldest asked if he could have friends over on the Wednesday, as everyone was off on Thursday. Always such a cool mom, I said yes 😉

The evening was perfect and the kids all ended up on our roof to watch not one, not two, but four different fireworks.

After taking this picture of the “kids”, I simply turned towards the street, walked to the curb and was able to film this:

Weekend Writing Prompt #215 – Ink

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. Thank you for continuing this challenge, Sammi!

wk 215 ink

They do not come

in pen and ink

but your words have left

an indelible mark

Forever now,

part of my heart

Happy Face

Mish is hosting dVerse Quadrille today.  We are asked to use a variation of the word “Smudge” – so many ways this word could be used so I went through my photos, looking for inspiration.  Landed on this one and well, just had to use it!

Smeared and smudged

face full of chocolate

Putting on a show

with makeshift microphone

belting out pure joy

at summer’s freedoms

Can it get any better than this?

Childhood is not meant to be

neat and tidy all the time

the hose can wait