Weekend Writing Prompt #205 – Uncanny

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 challenge.

It is uncanny

and never fails

(well, almost never)

he enters her thoughts

she reaches for her phone

and before she presses a button

there comes the familiar ping

and there he is

how to explain such a connection?

Weekend Writing Prompt #201 – Orbit

Pour toi, notre Yvon adoré…

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.

Perfect timing for this particular word today.  We lost a beloved member of our family yesterday afternoon. I’ll write more about him later when the dust has settled.  Thank you, Sammi for hosting this wonderful challenge week after week.

Like moths to his flame

Like mice to his Pied Piper with a guitar instead of a flute

Like the planets to the sun that he was

So did all, young and old

Orbit around Yvon

The most generous, kind, loving soul, he was

His light snuffed

Our hearts, broken

Learning the Hard Way – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Thursday and I thought I wouldn’t play and then an idea came and well, here I am.  Friday Fictioneers, a place where you let your imagination roam where it will, but within 100 words.  Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and this week, thanks go to Liz Young for the use of her wonderful image.  If you want to join in or read other stories inspired by this photo, just click on the frogs below!

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Learning the Hard Way

I’ve always been a firm believer in learning through living.  You can give advice but let’s face it, they rarely, if ever, take it.  So you watch from the sidelines, quietly.

I was always very careful not to say or show when I didn’t like one of her boyfriends.  I just watched her disappear into the person she thought he wanted, knowing that she would eventually wake up and get out of there.  Only later, would I admit that I knew that particular relationship was doomed.

It’s hard, though. To watch them stumble.  You don’t want your kids to suffer.

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…

From Call to Embrace

Well here’s something I never do… combine not one, not two but three challenges into one.  Oy!  Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #197 asked us to use the word “call” in any form, using 41 words; dVerse from a couple weeks ago, asked us to write a quadrille (44 words) using the word embrace.  Crispina’s lovely image for her CCC #199 prompted me to go looking for images for my usual matchy-matchy which sent me in the direction I went.  I figure there are many who are separated during this stupid time and it must be difficult.  Couldn’t help but bring out the romantic in me.

 

I call to you
You call to me
Accept this we can do

Now

We laugh, we share
We joke around
It’s how we show we care

Until

There comes the day
We know it will
Nothing stands in the way

No longer an eventuality
it’s now become reality

We embrace with more than
Words and stolen glances

arms around each other
heart against heart, now
beating to the same rhythm

Reaching up,
I caress your face
whisper in your ear

kiss me
je t’aime

Weekend Writing Prompt #196 – Possess

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 fun one!

 

I don’t want to possess you

Just know that you’re mine

 

In My Bones

It’s been a while since I participated in dVerse and this one called to me to join in.  Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting this one and has asked us to write our prosery using the phrase:  ‘Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy,’ taken from Mary Oliver’s beautiful poem entitled “Spring Azures: A Farwell to Darkness” 144 words.  Sometimes that is just enough.

I keep a cheerful disposition; I am the epitome of positive. Do not think me foolish or idealistic for I am also a realist. I choose to not let on that sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy, I know not if I can take another step, smile another smile.

But I do, and do you know why I choose this? Because I feel it deep in my gut that this is a limited time offer and I cannot afford to waste a single moment of it. I know that, miracles aside, the end will come sooner rather than later. That part is out of my hands. What isn’t, is cherishing each moment, be they full of bliss or hurt like hell.

I know that one day I will look back and smile without tears because I chose as I did.

 

Cello Him Home – Friday Fictioneers

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!”

Weekend Writing Prompt #190 – Marginal

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.

 

 

A woman, now a mother,

will

without qualms,

become a marginal note

on her page of life

to give her children space

to create their destiny

Then,

her next chapter awaits

 

Allô Ma Chérie!

“We feel cold, but we don’t mind it, because we will not come to harm. And if we wrapped up against the cold, we wouldn’t feel other things, like the bright tingle of the stars, or the music of the aurora, or best of all the silky feeling of moonlight on our skin. It’s worth being cold for that.”
― Philip Pullman, The Golden Compass

Winter Solstice.  The shortest day of the year, which sometimes, can feel like the longest.

I’m driving home from a much-needed oil change for my car.  I know what day it is and yet I don’t want to focus on the sad but on the date, the season.  Claude Debussy’s beautifully romantic, and to me, sad, Clair de Lune starts to play on the radio.

I feel nostalgic and though my heart pinches a little, I smile as I drive.  I can’t help but think of Mick and Mémère (my grandmother) dying on the same day, five years apart.  Winter Solstice. I don’t know why there is something right about it.

We had gone up north to visit my mother and, of course, did a side trip two villages over to visit my grandmother – we always made sure we did.  She must have been about 85-87-89?, give or take, when she told us of a dream she had had.

I dreamt that you were my boyfriend, Mick.  Môman was not happy about it at all.  She said to me ‘What are you doing with an English boy?  You don’t even speak it properly!’  I answered to my mother:  ‘But I love him!’

Well, needless to say, she was giggling as she told us the story.  And Mick being Mick was not one to let such a thing go.  Every single time we went up north, he’d sidle up to Mémère, wrap his arm around her shoulder, give her a squeeze and a kiss on the cheek and say “Allô, Bébé! Comment ça va ma chérie?”*

She’d blush furiously, playfully slap him on the arm while hugging him back then give a big smile followed by an “Oh you!”  Their love was real.

I wonder if he is still teasing her now?

*How are things, my darling?