Dick and Rick – Friday Fictioneers

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!

G’head! Click me!

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.”

 

 

For Abuelita – Friday Fictioneers

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!

G’head, click me!

For Abuelita

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.

A Drive West – What Pegman Saw

This week Pegman takes us to Manitoba, Canada. Feel free to use the location/picture supplied with the prompt, our take your own tour of Manitoba via Google Maps and find a view to inspire you.

Your mission is to write up to 150 words inspired by the week’s location. You may write poetry, prose, or essay. Once your piece is polished, share it with others using the linkup below. Reading and commenting on others’ stories is part of the fun!

Now, I find this quite humorous that Karen has chosen the whole province of Manitoba over a single region or city. (I tease you, Karen.)  That said, I am totally cheating and using my own photograph, taken in August 1993 when I went on my first honeymoon.  Yes, I had one of those starter marriages that was over before you could say Boo!  That said, we have remained friends and all is well and it was a wonderful trip.

Hurry up! I’m being eaten alive!

A Drive West

“We’re going to drive west, camping along the way till we get to Vancouver, stay a few days and drive back through the States.”

“Exciting honeymoon. Not.”

“Pffft! I drove across with my folks when I was 21.  We have a beautiful country.”

“If you say so.  You should fly over the boring Prairies. There’s nothing to see there!”

“Says you who has never been outside Quebec.”

“I hear–”

“Never mind, you hear. Until you DO, you’ve nothing to say.”

“You know what we should have done? Skip Ontario! Bloody hell. Three days to cross it seeing nothing but trees and rocks!”

“And what is this about the prairies being boring? It’s beautiful here. You can pretend you are in Tuscany with all these beautiful sunflowers!”

“Yeah. That said. In Tuscany, they don’t have skeeters big enough to take you away! What the hell? Are they fertilized to grow so big?”

Going Fishing – Friday Fictioneers

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.

G’head. Click me!

Going Fishing

“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!

 

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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…

 

Adventure at the Beach – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #37

Time to participate in Crispina’s Creative Challenge… I have totally cheated as there is one little umbrella, or parasol, in this pic, whereas my story involves hundreds. Still. It is where this photo brought me and I’m feeling particularly mushy this evening so. There. The pictures I have added are not from the time of my story but close enough and damned if I can find them anyway in the helter-skelter that is my basement.  I fear there will be no order till way after golf season, and we are comfortably buried under at least four feet of snow, so please, bear with me and use your imagination…

 

Adventure at the Beach

“Mommy told me to make sure I know where our umbrella is, just in case.  She worries too much. I’m going on an adventure.” He made his way to the beach, intent on finding some shells

 

“Where’s Aidan?”  Panicked, three of us four adults went searching, while I stayed put with the other kids.

 

“Where’s our umbrella? They all look the same.” Aidan started to cry. A lifeguard found him and brought him to us.

 

My poor husband had walked far, searching. He had worked himself into a tizzy, already running in his mind what his son was wearing, how to describe him to the police… We had no cell phones then and couldn’t notify him so we had to wait for his return.

By the time he did, he was a complete basket case. He broke into tears upon seeing his baby, safe and sound.

“Don’t you ever do that to me again!”

 

Word count: 154.

This Train Don’t Stop Here Anymore – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday – just barely, a mere hour left! Busy morning, loooong shift (where I wrote most of this… Shhhh. don’t tell my boss!) and finally, after applying the right amount of spit and polish, I finally can share. Thank you, always, to Rochelle, for hosting this bunch of riff-raff. And this week, thank you to Sandra Crook for the use of her lovely photo!

Looking for inspiration, I Googled “train” songs and landed on this Elton John one and the idea was born.

Click me to ride this train!

This Train Don’t Stop Here Anymore

“I used to be the main express.

All steam and whistles heading west.”

There was a time when they stopped, wanting to get closer to her exuberant youthful beauty.

Today, she barely garners a second glance, her charms less dazzling perhaps.

A more subtle type of lovely only to be noticed by those willing to slow down long enough to see it.

“You don’t need to hear it
But I’m dried-up and sick to death of love”

Was this true? Was she truly fed up? Or worse, had she given up?

She needed to find a new song to sing!

Weekend Writing Prompt #115 – Judge

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, for hosting this weekly party.

Word Prompt

Judge

Challenge

How dare you stand there and judge me

You point your finger

Take pleasure in telling me

That I am stupid

That I am wrong

You tell me I’ve failed

In how I raise my kids

In how I look

In how I keep my house

Whom I choose to bed

How I live my life

You’ve allowed outside forces to distort what you see

Don’t you know loving kindness goes much further?

Use words of love rather than judgment and hate

Time to stop

When you stand in front of the mirror

Speak kindly